Behind the screen, the hidden scholar's voice seemed to be a little lost and gloomy: "I know that I have no ability. I was not desperate and did not choose to enter the palace. It is really in vain to study the saint's book. I am not worthy to serve the princess."
Ming Lanruo was silent for a while, although the little scholar's words seemed a bit girly, even with a bit of "green tea flavor".
But somehow she remembered the arrogant and cruel governor of the East Factory.
I don’t know how he was so desperate at the beginning that he chose that path and became the nine-thousand-year-old man who is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people today.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the barrel lazily: "Well, I will consider it. My little boy still needs an enlightenment teacher to teach literacy."
At that time, let the people in Dongchang investigate this scholar. If he really has no father or mother, there is no problem. They can consider letting him become a teacher in the government.
Scholar Yin raised his eyes and said with a smile, "Thank you, Princess."
Behind the screen, her soft and graceful body was as smooth and beautiful as mutton-fat jade in the candlelight, but he knew he could only watch...
Nothing can be done.
Just because he is not a complete man at this moment, and he has promised not to move her.
Suddenly, the sight of her leaning in King Qin's arms flashed before his eyes, even looking like she was turning upside down.
He squeezed the apple in his hand tightly with his fingertips, and finally couldn't help but test: "This world is not fair to women. It is not easy to give birth to a child when you are a widow. You insist on giving birth to a young master, you must like his father very much...
....”
She rubbed her long hair with her hand, was silent for a while, and then responded absently: "I originally liked it."
Does it matter whether you like her or not? Xiaoxi's father has no idea that she has his child.
Scholar Yin's fruit-cutting hand stopped, and the blade cut his fingertips, and blood flowed down his fingertips.
A subtle but sharp pain spread from the cut wound to my heart.
He lowered his eyes to cover up the red corners of his eyes.
Even though I already know the answer, why do I still feel my heart hurts so much?
He asked gently and forbearingly: "You liked it originally? But you don't like it now?"
He continued to peel the apple as if he were self-inflicted, and the blood from the wound dyed the flesh red little by little.
She looked at the steaming water vapor quietly and tiredly for a long time, and then said slowly: "I just don't want to dream anymore. I'm very unlucky, and I always fall in love with the wrong person."
He was silent for a while and asked softly: "Does that mean there was more than one person in the princess's dream?"
Maybe it was because the hot water was so relaxing, or maybe it was because there was a stranger outside the screen who didn't know anything, which made Ming Lanruo relax.
She looked at the roof for a long time, and said mockingly to herself: "Including the past life and this life, I can barely count two. In this life, the person I am very close to is still the person I am very close to."
The hidden scholar stopped peeling the fruit, his eyes dark and obscure: "...you like him??"
He didn't understand why she would talk about past and present lives, but at the moment all his attention was on the word "extremely close".
She lowered her eyes and said in a desolate and soft voice: "People still can't take the old dreams of the previous life too seriously. When you wake up from the dream, you will understand that people - have to live in the present."
At the moment, Cang Qiao no longer needs her by her side.
In this life, he only wants her to be a "relative" behind him, and to be by his side, like a pet and a forbidden concubine.
But how could she do it? She beat his sweetheart, and the dignified governor of the East Factory could not bear the attack, which was enough to give her face.
He said that she was his only relative in this world and he would always protect her.
The hidden scholar didn't understand and asked nervously, "What does this mean? What is an old dream?"
Ming Lanruo covered her face with a warm handkerchief, turning the sourness and fragility in her eyes into calmness - "The old dream was too ridiculous and not affectionate enough. After I woke up from the dream, I didn't want to like anyone anymore, so I let it go."
She might have been Cang Qiao's Bai Yueguang, but she didn't even know why he thought she was Bai Yueguang.
But now, someone else has entered into his heart, and she, Bai Yueguang, should be his burden.
Then let it go.
She has Xiao Xi, who is the best gift Cang Qiao has given her in this life, and that is enough.
The hidden scholar unconsciously squeezed the blade of the knife with slightly trembling hands, without even feeling the pain: "You... don't want to like him anymore."
Why?
The feeling of suffocation and pain in his heart made him feel breathless.
As soon as he couldn't breathe, he wanted to kill someone. This chapter has been completed!
