"Oh my god!"
"Oh my God!"
"My ancestors!"
In a small, secret corner next to the palace, bursts of almost screaming exclamations were heard. Everyone's heads were stretched out straight, staring at each other in stunned silence. After a long while, low screams were heard.
"Master Hou has something—"
"When did the Marquis learn to be attracted to men?"
"Has the Marquis finally decided to follow the path of Israel serving the Lord?"
"I originally thought that now that the Marquis has become famous, he will have a whole backyard full of wives and concubines of all kinds!"
"That's right. Among other things, Guang Liu Shangshu's eldest daughter, Wei University's granddaughter, Zhu Guogong's sister... who doesn't have a deep love for our Lord? I heard that the fight was fierce. In order to be the main wife, I can’t wait to have a fight! Who knows—”
"Who would have known that the Marquis himself took the initiative to recommend himself and applied to become His Majesty's palace..."
"The Marquis is very courageous, but looking at the way he gets along with His Majesty... In fact, I have been following him for several years, and I have never seen him so gentle!"
"I have never seen him smile so happily with a girl."
Just as the subordinates were complaining one after another, in the opposite hall, the girl's cheeks turned red with embarrassment. She turned back and scolded: "You are so bold!"
I want to be her... so brave!
I really don’t know what to say, so bold and arrogant!
As soon as she struggled, the man grasped her hand harder. His palm was much bigger than hers, and even the phalanges were half longer than hers. When he grasped it, he could wrap her entire hand in it.
"Don't move. I'll help you write a few lines. If you struggle too much, be careful not to scratch this fine rice paper."
Tong Su has a good habit of never wasting things and respecting knowledge and culture more.
Facing the man threatening to scratch the good rice paper, it felt like his life was being strangled. He frowned and protested weakly: "Let me go..."
The man turned a deaf ear, held her hand, and wrote on the paper one stroke at a time, with the ink smearing out a hearty flow.
"I heard a poem before, and at that time I thought it would be a reflection of my eternal life."
The nib of the pen is tactful, dipped in ink and flicked, and the writing becomes sluggish and white, and the strong handwriting jumps out with indescribable bitterness.
—Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
—At night, you have a deep dream and suddenly return home. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken heart will occur every year: on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
"I still laugh at him, but after being separated for ten years, my heart is broken. If I have to wait for thousands of years, how can I persist?"
Tong Su was startled.
His voice suddenly became brisk, and the words he wrote gradually became fuller and rounder, full of joy.
"Later I realized that there is still time for the world to turn around, there is still hope for survival, and there is this poem -"
—The crowd looked for him a thousand times, but suddenly looking back, he was there, in a dimly lit place.
There is also a day when we can meet again after thousands of years.
Tong Su raised her hand to cover her heart. Suddenly she felt her nose was sore, and her eyes were inexplicably moist. He looked dazed, and suddenly raised his head to look at him, frowning, his expression full of confusion:
"I don't know why, but when I hear you say this, I feel so sour in my heart, as if...as if these were also written by me."
The man looked at her steadily, his eyes soft and gentle, and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper.
"Your Majesty, do you believe that there is really a past life and a present life in this world?" He smiled, "If there is, then it is inevitable that your Majesty and his ministers in the past life have also made an agreement for life after life."