"Don't drink it," Pang Yi looked at Xiao An's blushing cheeks, his heart that was originally on fire. At this time, he also became quiet. He walked over and snatched the wine jar from Xiao An's hand and put it aside, and at the same time brought the teacup to Xiao An's face. "You can't drink any more, you're all drunk."
"Not yet drunk enough. Where is this..." Xiao An winked at him slyly. For some reason, he suddenly burst out laughing until he couldn't breathe. She still couldn't stop, but two lines of tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Pang Yi looked at the face with drunken eyes, and he didn't know why. It's painful as hell. He stretched out his hand to pull a chair, sat in front of Xiao An, then took off the handkerchief and wiped Xiao An's wet face lightly. While whispering: "What's the matter? What kind of wine should you drink?"
"I wanted to drink it a long time ago. My parents were very strict. I didn't dare to drink it all the time, and then I entered the East Palace. I became the prince's side concubine, and I should be more dignified and virtuous. Then I dare not drink," Xiao An said. Don't laugh, don't cry. She suddenly became very quiet, she just sat obediently and upright, letting Pang Yi wipe her face, as if worried that if she was not good, Pang Yi would not wipe her face, she bowed slightly She turned around, raised her face to Pang Yi, looked at Pang Yi with wet eyes, and was uneasy in her cuteness, "... now I finally dare to drink, but you just happened to come here, you, do you think I look like you?" Like a lunatic?"
"Like, just like a little lunatic," Pang Yi couldn't bear to look at those wet eyes, so he put a veil on them, facing the slightly parted, red lips exposed under the veil, he His heart froze suddenly, and then he moved the veil down again, covering those red lips, "Why didn't you go crazy before, but suddenly you went crazy today?"
"In the past, I was so beautiful and so proud. Why did I go crazy?" Through the thin veil, Xiao An said softly, "I... I like sixteen-year-old An Hailin. At that time, she was young Beautiful, how comfortable and proud, even though she is a concubine daughter, she is more favored than a concubine daughter, her father loves her the most, even though the wife and elder sister treat her not kindly, but they have never owed her, the whole Anfu Up and down, who doesn't know that An Hailin is the jewel in the palm of the master? Even if he pulls down his old face, the master is still willing to ask for a marriage for her before going to the holy place?"
"An Hailin, An Hailin, no one is more proud than the sixteen-year-old An Hailin," Xiao An smiled softly, and the tears couldn't stop when she smiled, moistening the place. Fang Chunbai's cotton veil, "When she was sixteen years old, she met a man... a particularly dangerous and deadly man. How could there be such a man? It's like a painting, just a pair of eyebrows and eyes can make you unable to move your eyes away, but he is still... such a noble prince, such a character, even if he is a moth to the flame, what is there to regret? Woolen cloth?"
"However, I regretted it later," Xiao An held her lips bitterly, and said slowly, "Women, you can marry any kind of man, even if he doesn't love you, even... Without you, the future will be long, you have enough time to get along and get to know each other, and there will always be hope," Xiao An sighed softly at this point, "But, the only thing you can't marry is someone who doesn't have A man with a heart, no matter how much enthusiasm and expectation you have, you will not break his heart, and you will not wait for his glance, let alone love, because he has no heart at all. What can you expect?"
"At the beginning, you didn't believe in evil, like a proud flower peacock, flattering you without missing any opportunity, and didn't care about being a laughing stock in the eyes of others, but he, with such beautiful eyebrows and eyes, looked at you But it was frighteningly cold. Gradually, you knew you were afraid, and you started to be quiet, and you didn’t dare to annoy him easily, like a well-behaved pug, lying peacefully in the den all day long, waiting His superior grace, you start to worry about gains and losses, become the kind of back house girl you used to look down on the most, speculate on his preferences, no longer have the clothes and jewelry you like, and replace them with what he might like style."