Yuan Qing screened back to the Hou Mansion. Before leaving, she hugged Yuan Qing Ling and said softly, "Thank you, eldest sister."
The big sister called Yuan Qingling softly.
After considering it for a long time, she felt that she still couldn't do what Yu Wenhao said.
"Is the prince in the house?" she asked his mother.
"Yes, in the study."
"I'm going to look for him." Yuan Qingling adjusted her clothes and went out.
The dusk was heavy. After the yard was stained with twilight, it felt quiet and soft. The smoke in the kitchen was slowly rising, and the smell of fireworks in the world filled every corner, making people feel real but illusory.
Today's catastrophe, Yuan Qingling has a real feeling of living in the era he is in, rather than simply living.
When he arrived at the study, the maid brought the food to the door, Yuan Qingling whispered: "I'm coming!"
Maid Fushen, "Yes!"
Yuan Qingling went in with food, two candles were lit in the room, and the light jumped and dimmed.
He was practicing calligraphy in front of his desk and discarded a lot of waste paper on the ground. Yuan Qingling stepped on it and saw that every piece of paper was written with the word "Forbearance" on the back.
Hearing the footsteps, he raised his head, his face was uncertain under the leaping of the candle, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows curled up, looking serious and solemn.
The scar that entangled from the corner of the eye to the ear, added a bit of despairing breath.
"What are you doing?" Yu Wenhao put down his pen and said coldly.
Yuan Qingling put the food on the table of the Eight Immortals, walked over and said, "It's time to eat."
"Don't eat, take it!" Yu Wenhao frowned.
She stood on top of Zhang Ren with nowhere to put her hands, hanging down in front of her, "Let's talk about it."
"If it's something just now, there's nothing to talk about, this king has already decided." He said coldly.
Yuan Qingling walked over slowly, stood opposite the desk and looked at him, sincerely said: "Forbearance, it is not necessary, maybe many things should be tolerated many times, but this forbearance must have a bottom line, and it touches this. I can’t bear the bottom line, otherwise I will completely lose my life as a person. I don’t care what people outside say, I only care whether good and evil are punished."
"You don't care? It's okay to talk in your mouth, but if you really add bad words, who can care?" He is a person who has suffered all kinds of malicious words this year, but those words are punishable in his ears. Heart.
"I can, I really don't care, because I care more about things in my heart."
"What do you care about more?" Yu Wenhao raised his eyes and looked at her directly, "What?"
"belief!"
"What belief?" He was surprised, this kind of words didn't seem to be something Yuan Qingling could say.
"The belief that was born to be a man is to prevent evil from rampant and raging in the world. Hui Dinghou has killed many women. He is the representative of evil." Yuan Qingling said it with great benevolence, but these words were not meant for Yu Wenhao. , Let Yu Wenhao relay it to the emperor.
"Say something normal." Yu Wenhao frowned when she knew her.
Yuan Qing Ling's eyes became cold, "Taking revenge, he almost insulted me, and wanted to kill me. If this revenge is not reported, I can't swallow this revenge, and I can't bear such a bitch and live well here. World."
Yu Wenhao looked a little slow, and said: "Just do what the king said, he won't be able to jump for long, this king has already informed Jing Yan of this matter, and he will suggest a sentence or two to the emperor at an appropriate time. ."
"No, prince, there is no need to imply. Since the emperor has appointed you to be Jingzhao Fu Yin, he must have you do something vigorously and resolutely. If you don’t say anything, just let...what quiet words to imply, the emperor will think you are afraid of you. It’s hard to be a big responsibility."
Yu Wenhao stared at her, "Who taught you to say these things?"
"What I think, what I think, so I say."
"Impossible, you are not so smart."
"This is a personal attack, to persuade the prince to be kind." Yuan Qing Ling said.
Yu Wenhao stretched out a hand, trying to pat her head habitually, but remembering that the back of her head was hurt, this hand landed on her shoulder, "eat."
Yuan Qingling said: "You have to promise me first."
"Don't talk nonsense, eat!" He held her wrist with one hand, and drew it over, "to accompany my king to eat."
"I have eaten and drank the soup."
"Then wait for the king to eat."
"Yes!" Yuan Qingling rolled his eyes.
He seemed to be extremely hungry, a meal, wind and wind, and no grain of rice left.
"So hungry? Would you like to ask someone to make something for you?" She remembered that he was very restrained when he ate, and he was eating so crazy, it was obvious that he was hungry.
"No, wait for this king to change clothes, this king will enter the palace to see you."
Yuan Qing stood up and said joyfully: "Yes!"
The two returned to Xiaoyue Pavilion. Yuan Qingling opened the closet and saw that the clothes were neatly folded. He turned around and asked him, "Which one to wear?"
"Official uniform!" he said in an angry manner.
"Oh!" She closed the closet, walked to the hanger and took off the official uniform that she took off when she came back today. She stretched out her hand and touched the exquisite embroidery. This is a symbol of power.
The purple robe is tied around the waist, and the gold and jade belts are appropriately separated up and down, in perfect proportions.
Putting the official hat on, it seemed as if the sharp edge was gathered, and the whole person became steady and steady.
Yuan Qingling served him for the first time. Although the work of serving people is very cumbersome, she is happy today.
The words can't help but become frivolous, "The prince is really good-looking."
"Get out!" He glared at her.
"Yes, get out in a while." She said kindly, not to offend the uncle.
Yu Wenhao's eyebrows were dyed with a smile, and he glanced at Yuan Qingling obliquely.
Yuan Qingling's heart thumped and looked at him blankly.
"Magic?" He didn't need her to wait and change his boots, and sat down to wear it by himself.
Yuan Qingling recovered, "No, I'm thinking about how to lighten your scar a little."
"No, this king is not a girl." Yu Wenhao stood up and was more than half a head taller than Yuan Qingling. Yuan Qingling felt that she should be about one meter six to five, calculated on the basis of a head of 22 centimeters. He should be about 1.5 meters, not more than 1.8 meters.
The height difference is a bit big, and there are no high heels here, and walking with him is really too short.
Hey, what is the height here? Terrible!
Watching Yu Wenhao go out, Yuan Qingling slowly paced back into the room. She thought about going to the palace with her, but at this time she should be extremely scared, panicked, and injured. She wants to rest in the house. This is pitiful enough.
It's just that I can't calm down my mind. I think of the moment when my heart is throbbing. It seems that there is an electric current running from my toes to my forehead, and then spreading to the limbs.
This is illogical.
Yu Wenhao is a scumbag, he uses roughness at every turn, and his tone is never kind, and he can't be treated with admiration because of his occasional kindness, even his past grievances are ignored.
Yuan Qingling, you can't be so cheap, let alone one's sincerity to give freely.
She must be suffering from Stockholm syndrome. The most obvious symptom of this condition is a sense of dependence and trust in the life that has hurt her.
This is a disease and should be treated as soon as possible.
The treatment method is to establish a positive attitude and not easily succumb to reality. Understand the weakness of the perpetrator and wait for the opportunity to launch a self-defense counterattack and establish a system to restrict the perpetrator from doing evil.
After a lot of heroism, she immediately softened again. She didn't want to go against him at all, what should I do