"Do you really think you can hide from the sky? Don't you feel like me at all?"
The man seemed to see through her panic and guilty conscience, sentence by sentence, forced her to tighten, and wanted to tear her disguise immediately.
"I really didn't do anything, didn't it just solve the Gu? The purer the blood of our Saint Witch clan, the more precious you know, I will feed you a few mouthfuls of blood!" Qian Yi shook his legs and struck his neck. Hard support.
She knew that if she confessed now, the relationship between her and him might have changed.
But she didn't want to, she didn't want the change between them, because some kind of condition was added.
She likes him and runs after him, which is what she wants.
Even she was always cheeky around him, trying to make him like her in various ways, and she was never discouraged after repeated frustrations.
He didn't like her, so she tried to chase after her.
If it still fails in the end, then she won't force it.
She can stay here, get along with him like family and friends, and leave when he has someone he likes.
She always remembered what the elder said to her, that the twisted melon is not sweet.
Thinking of this, Qianyi's eyes filled with warmth.
She doesn't know how she likes this person anymore. As long as he is by her side, she feels very safe. She feels that she will not be afraid of anything and be happy in everything.
But she is not a copper-skinned bone, and every time he approaches him, she will be hurt and sad when he refuses to respond to her.
She used her best to like him, and he seemed to never take her likes seriously.
Blinking and forcibly suppressing the dampness under her eyes, Qian Yi lowered her head to avoid the sharp eyes of the man, "I really didn't do anything. Believe it or not, it’s okay for someone like me who doesn’t want to suffer, if it really costs you a lot to save you. , How could it be possible to let you be so comfortable and claim debts with you long ago."
After that, he smiled like self-deprecating, "It's really a little bit of blood, you know, our blood is very precious to outsiders, but in our own eyes, it is the least valuable thing. Eat for two days. I'll make up for it."
From the gap between the man and the wall, Qian Yi turned around and barked at the man, "The hour is over, hurry to rest. You can work and rest on time on weekdays, but coming back so late today made me worry for a long time. It's okay. Just fine."
The woman went back to the room and rested. The wing room was separated from the man's yard by one wall. After Qian Wanjin and Shi Xianrou moved to the newly built backyard, Qian Yi was living in their original yard.
In front of the wall, the man was still standing there, expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.
The bright moon above his head moved westward, and the moon was as cold as water, distorting the shadow of the man on the wall.
Xue Honglian looked at the angled shadow, her eyes extinguished.
In fact, he came back very early, but he didn't show up, he was hidden by the hanging flower door, watching the woman turning around here like a hot pot ant.
She waited for him for two full hours.
Just one sentence at the end, it's okay.
But he wanted to force her to tell the truth of the day in person, but when he saw the water gushing out of her eyes, he stopped more violent and hurtful words.
He has never been a softhearted person, except for his own people.
Turning his head and looking in the direction of the women's wing, Xue Honglian's eyes were deep.
"It's over, it's over." With a grim face, the words spoken with a hint of carelessness.
"Shut up, if you don't want to be beaten."
"Hey, you beat, you beat. I am not the one who was beaten anyway."
Xue Honglian coldly curled her lips, "I can fall asleep without waking up, you can't."
They knew the reason.
Because the person who first appeared in this body was Xue Qinglian.
Later, the red lotus was born.
Under the moonlight, the man's face showed a tearing sensation, the two extreme expressions changed back and forth, and finally he spit out an swear word on his thin lips.
"Fuck!"
"Emperor, you are swearing."
Qiande Hall, in front of the desk, the small board made a glance at the wrong one.
"What I said in my mouth, you can hear it? Dog ears?"
"Before the prince left, he specially ordered the minion to look at the emperor from time to time and not let the emperor be so uncomfortable." The small board bent over and bowed, "Also, the emperor, the most spiritual thing on a dog is the nose, not the ears."
Feng Mohan squinted his eyes, faintly squinting at the small board, slowly rolling up the copy in his hand into a tube, and then suddenly violently slapped down on the eunuch's head.
"Holding chicken feathers as an arrow, are you capable? Are you capable? Fill a large clove of garlic in front of me? Isn't the dog's nose the best? I will give you a dog's nose now?"
The small board hugged his head and squirmed, "The emperor, the prince ordered, the slave dare not follow it! Besides not letting the emperor speak dirty words, the prince is also for the emperor's good..."
"Uncle Emperor is not in the capital now, so I can't save you. It's useless to call the prince a hundred times!" Feng Mohan sneered, and took a phantom in the Chinese case.
Sneezing all night is irritable enough, a little eunuch who winked, said he was not proper
What happened to the emperor? Can't the emperor curse? The emperor can't speak foul language
Don't tell me when the emperor is away, he dare to tell me when someone comes back
Tired of chasing, he returned to the desk and slumped into the chair, "What time is it now?"
Looking at the emperor who was sitting still, Xiaobanzi forced to endure the heart of correcting errors and answered carefully, "Return to the emperor, it's too late."
"I tried my best to cure, but I worked hard until midnight? Then it's time to rest."
"The emperor, the lady of Haitang Palace is still waiting for you.
The emperor looked over with cold eyes, cold sweat on the forehead of the small board, and he didn't want to remind. The emperor lingered in the hall until midnight, didn't he just want to escape the concubine's bedtime
But he can't do without reminding! Who made him the emperor's personal servant? Who made him be entrusted by the prince
"Xiaobanzi, tell me honestly, have you taken the money from those concubines in the harem?"
The small board shivered, thumped and knelt, "The emperor, the slave is wronged! The slave is loyal to the emperor, and everything is only for the emperor's sake! The slave is to the emperor's heart, wealth and wealth can't be lewd!"
"Puff!" Feng Mohan couldn't hold back, he lied on the book case and burst into laughter. He was so depressed just now that he was cured by the little eunuch's saying that he can't be fortunate enough to be rich.
"The emperor?" The little board cautiously raised his head, observing his words, and seeing that the emperor's complexion had improved a lot, before he dared to ask again, "Are you going to show your car?"
"Let's drive." Standing up from the chair, Feng Mohan walked out of the bedroom slowly with his hands behind his back.
Being an emperor and having a harem, he truly realized that people who envy the three thousand beauties in the emperor’s harem are stupid.
Thinking that there are three thousand beauties, hug left and right, enjoy all the beautiful blessings, it's so cool
Why didn't they think about how tired it would be for the emperor to serve an entire harem alone
He is a stallion.
In order to pass on from generation to generation, the stallion is changed every day.
The most blood-vomiting thing is that if it works, it's fine, now it's ineffective!
Harem, none of his mother can give birth!
Who is it that serves whom