Looking back, even Wen Renyu himself couldn't believe that he would take such a path.

He shook his hand to open the envelope.

fool:

The assassination in Beijing was a game set by my father. I knew from the beginning that you were King Rui.

My mother, after she was a tadpole, she died of giving birth to me after being with my father.

Because of this, my father has been very indulgent to me since childhood.

I am not a normal girl. Although the children born of a combination of people and people are beautiful, many are deformed or accompanied by some strange diseases.

I'm sick. On the fifteenth of every month, my body will show symptoms like animal hair / estrus. With such symptoms, I will still be very painful, especially painful, just like your abdominal pain that day Pain, fifteenth a month. That kind of pain lasts all day.

In order to help me solve this problem, my father pooled human and financial resources. Later, he extracted the medicinal materials prepared from the savage brain blood to stabilize my condition.

My father step by step to the end of today's plagiarism, all because of me.

Damn, to this day, I never blame you.

Countless people died because of me, and countless others got married to my father's wife, Ion San, because of me. My father, in the final analysis, was just one of my uncles.

I regret it.

Dad, that day I watched the children flow out from the belly. I was so distressed that I was going to die. Then I thought that those families whose wives are scattered because of me have no less pain than me.

I enjoyed the honor accumulated by the bones, and I should experience the pain experienced by those people.

Damn, I don't hate you, I never hated you.

I am grateful to you.

In my life, I am sorry for my parents, for those who died because of me, for you, and for the child in my belly.

What you want to do, you helped me do it.

Everything I want to end, you also help me end.

Damn, I'm gone, don't you feel bad.

Damn, I just want you to be okay.

In the envelope, there were a lot of stationery. He opened them one by one. In addition to the official paper she wrote, the other stationery were few words.

He sealed the land and looked at it very seriously. He was sitting in the middle of the children's clothes on the bed, just like a child. He looked at the letters and couldn't help crying.

He remembered that he had abdominal pain, and the antidote she fed him had a **** smell.

That was her blood, and what she called the antidote was her blood.

He used to think she was lying to him.

But now thinking again, the pain he experienced may be the kind of pain she endured every fifteenth month, otherwise, she would not be so clear.

She really doesn't hate him.

In her bitch's stationery, everything was written to wish him well and still explain him in a sentence.

She doesn't hate him.

But he hated himself.

Under the red plum tree, he dug out him and her children little by little, and he placed them together in the coffin. On several occasions, he wanted to pounce on them, sleep with them, and then protect them.

Yes, it still can't be done.

Behind him, behind brothers and mothers, there are people all over the world.

There are countless aides who trust him.

He can't and dare not be selfish.

She was buried as Princess Rui, and that day she saw her disappearing before him.

He felt as if his soul had disappeared at that moment.

Later, many times late at night, he was awakened in dreams.

In the dream, under the dead bones was her outstretched hand.

She smiled at him: you are coming!