Chapter 210: Are you a poem or a lotus?

210 Are you a poem or a lotus?
"You are a madman, you are really a madman!"
Shi Shi looked at Xia Houjun and said in a cold voice. She kept turning the wheelchair with her hand, trying to stay away from him, but unexpectedly, Xia Houjun pulled her off the wheelchair.
"A madman? I have said that since the day I met you, I have been a madman! You...you didn't know it today!"
Xia Houjun held Shishi, stretched out her hand and gently stroked her stunning face, her eyes flashed with an expression of love, the kind of infatuation made people feel timid when they saw it.
Shishi sneered, struggling to leave his arms, lying on one side of the ground, coldly looking at this man who had fallen into madness.
"You let me go, let my daughter go, we want to leave you, leave you madman, you actually let my daughter call her enemy the father of sixteen years, you beast, this madman, you...you Beasts are worse!"
Xia Houjun had long been accustomed to what Shishi said, and walked in front of her, gently holding her face, the tenderness in her eyes seemed to drown everything.
"If I was really not as good as a beast, then I waited for her to take her into the palace when she was fourteen years old, canonize her as the queen, and then let you be my concubine, you said, if I do this, is it you? What do you want?"
This understatement caused Shi Shi to stop all his movements and stared at Xia Houjun blankly. She didn't know what Xia Houjun wanted to do. After a long time, Shi Shi's hands fell to the ground.
"What do you...what do you want to do?"
"You said if Le'er knew that her mother, her biological mother, is now the queen who killed her father and enemy, how would you say your daughter, the daughter you have always been thinking of? How would she react? Do you recognize your mother? Or will you despise you? Then you won't even be able to look at her like this! Shishi, my beloved queen, are these all you want to see?"
Yes, if Xiahou Shangle knew that she was staying with her to kill her father and enemy, what kind of expression would she look like and what kind of mentality would she have?
Surely you look down on yourself very much, right?
I don't know why, there is a boundless sorrow in Shishi's heart. From the time she rescued Xia Houjun, she was doomed to the tragedy of her life, and she would never be able to escape the clutches of this man.
Tears fell drop by drop from his eyes, and Xia Houjun smashed his mouth.
"Shishi, why are you doing this? He has been dead for so many years, why should you be so obsessed? Besides, isn't this great? You are my queen, and Le'er is my daughter and yours. Daughter, your daughter is still by your side, and ah, she is also the queen of the Yue Dynasty just like you. You said this is not a good ending? What are you not satisfied with?"
Xia Houjun's voice was soft, and he spoke softly to Shishi, reaching out to gently wipe the tears from her face.
"You are a madman, you are really a madman, you know I am not your poem, you know I am not a poem, but because I am similar to her, you imprison me, Xia Houjun, you madman, I hate you, I hate you!"
With that, Shi Shi stretched out his hand to remove the human skin mask on his face, revealing a face that was seven points similar to Xiahou Appreciation. It was said that it was similar to Shi Shi, but in fact, the charm between his eyebrows and eyes was somewhat similar.
"I am Youhe, I am not a poem, Xia Houjun, you can see clearly, your poem is already dead, eighteen years ago, you strangled poem to death, you killed your poem, And I am not, I am not!"
Xia Houjun's eyes were in a trance, and his expression was a little demented. Shishi, he strangled Shishi with his own hands, is that true?
The woman next to her is not Shishi, she said her name is Youhe, she said Shishi was choked to death by her own hands, no, not like this, not like this!
"Shishi, don’t do this, I know you hate me, I know, I will never drink again, I will never ignore you again, Shishi, don’t be angry, don’t be angry, I will listen to you , Listen to you!"
He pulled You He over, and put the mask in her hand on her face again. It was not until after seeing the face of Shishi that Xia Houjun smiled, holding Youhe’s face as if holding Yi Like broken treasures.
"Shishi, look, you are still alive, you are still alive by my side, and you are my queen. They say you are dead, and they say that I strangled you with my own hands. That is all fake. I love you so much. , How could you be willing to kill you? Are you right? Shishi, I love you, I love you, my poetry!"
With that, kissing someone on the ground frantically, that face will make him crazy and make him confused whether it is illusory or real.
Xia Houjun only knows that his poems are here, no one can take his poems away, no one can!
"Mad, you are a crazy!"
You He cried and yelled, if she hadn't been willful and had to leave the palace, and had to live alone in the Youran Lotus House, she would not have saved the seriously injured Xia Houjun, let alone because she was similar to Shishi Caused a murder!
Not only was Emperor Hui dead, but her sons and daughters didn't know where they ended up. Xia Houjun put her on a human skin mask and was imprisoned in a deep underground cell for 14 years!
Who knew that her cry only exchanged Xia Houjun's madness. With a big hand, the clothes on You He shattered into pieces, and You He closed his eyes, bearing the madness of Xia Houjun.
Finally, Xiahou Ju vented his anger and madness, looked at the quiet lotus on the ground like a dead person, and thought of what she said.
With one hand on You He's neck, a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"If you do a good poem, then Le'er is my daughter. If you dare to reveal the slightest flaw, then your daughter will become a poem. Think about it, whether you want to be Youhe or Poems?"
This sentence made You He's heart sink. No, she can't let her daughter go on her way again, she can't let her daughter be hurt, can't!
"You lunatic, you are inferior to a beast!"
"Well said, I am inferior to animals, and I will definitely do what I say!"
Xia Houjun shook off You He, walked to the side to arrange his clothes, and squatted down again.
"Then my queen can tell me, are you a poem or a lotus?"
You He closed his eyes, tears dripped silently, Huidi was sorry, You He could not let our daughter suffer any harm, I hope you have spirits in the spring and can bless our daughter!
"I'm poetry!"
"Haha..."