It was past midnight, and I was lying on my side facing the wall. All the energy in my body had been drained, but I couldn't sleep.
Yanran hugged me from behind, like she was holding her favorite cotton pillow, and leisurely drew circles on my arms with her arms, but I felt that what she drew were not circles, but circles.
Like deformed pig heads.
Husband, I know you are angry in your heart, but you have to understand that we are doing this for your own good.
Who is Prime Minister Zhou? A veteran of three dynasties. It is as easy to kill a minister as to kill an ant. In his eyes, you are no different from a new ant! Think about it, he has controlled the government for so many years.
Now, you have disciples and old officials all over the world, and your network has been established to such an extent that even the Holy Emperor is afraid of you. As a new Jinshi, you have to either rely on him or go to train. There is no other way besides that. Going to train is the best way.
I agree with you, but when can you climb to the Golden Palace? Will it take you a lifetime?
My father was oppressed by that old man and had no one to support him. He had been suppressed among the civil servants for so many years. The imperial examination showed that you are a talent. It happened that I was of marriageable age again, so he betrothed me to
You have achieved three things with one stone. Not only have you secured your career, he has a support in the civil service system, and I have a destination. It is naturally the best strategy. You have to understand his painstaking efforts!
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This was not the first time that Yanran said this. I naturally knew what she was going to say next, so I entered the words from the left ear and came out from the right ear. What was recorded in my mind was a blank.
I admit that what she said is true, but if I, a young and talented person, are raised in a boudoir like this, am I not afraid that I will lose my strength and not even be able to stand up to the throne in the future?
Speaking of talents, Wenxiong's mother kept a pool of turtles in his pond, and they were all called talents. According to him, his second place ranking was stimulated by his mother's comfort.
Your tongue is calloused, I muttered. Just then a mosquito got into the green gauze tent at some point. I slapped it on my face, then twisted its arms and legs, and watched in the dim candlelight.
He carefully pulled it off bit by bit, and at the same time said slowly, since he wants to be an official, he must understand the officialdom. Am I reading the books of ancient and modern sages in vain?
Then I have to be willing.
I said.
Her hands stopped for a moment, then she sat up, climbed onto my shoulders, turned my face to hers, and said earnestly, "A fairy, are you willing to be with her? Let's not say that you are a couple together."
It's such an unfaithful thing. Can you live with her for a long time, take care of her, comfort her? Can you? Can she put down everything to be with you and take care of her for a long time without any regrets?
You, comfort you, can she? A hundred years later, you have become a pile of dry bones, but she is still a flower. How can you let her live a life with no end in sight? You like her, and he also likes you, but Qing Qing
How many people can carry a lamp with dry bones?
People have human nature, and monsters have their own ways. How many of them will have good results when they are together? I know that she gave you everything you needed to pay for your exams, but you also saved her and saved her from
The brothel brought him out and healed his injuries. The grudges between you have been evened out, so this bad relationship is over. She should think about you and herself, and leave you!
But I don't want to end this fate.
I argued.
Moreover, how can this fate between us be a bad fate? Is the relationship between me and you Yanran a good fate? What is a good fate? Is singing under the red gauze tent every night a good fate? Is it possible that in the Jinluan Palace,
Is it a good relationship to surrender to a tyrannical power? Is it a good relationship to push thousands of refugees into a pit of fire just to feed yourself? Is it possible to listen to your kind words every day and memorize the manuscripts you wrote in front of others without thinking about them?
Is it a good match?
I am a man, not a beast, and I don’t need you, Zhao Yanran, to be kept in my arms like a pet!
I was yelling, and I could probably hear it from half the yard.
But it doesn't matter. The servants have long been accustomed to this kind of life, so no one will come in to bring tea, and no one will ask Madam how are you outside the window. For them, if they want to ask, they will probably just ask Master, are you still awake?
What?
Just then, a blind man asked outside the window, "Master, be careful with the candle!"
I was so angry that I yelled "Get out!"
Yanran half leaned against the bed, smoothed her messy black hair, and tied it up with a ribbon. My venting was nothing to her. The only difference was that sometimes the voice was louder and sometimes the voice was softer. Just like now.
If I made my voice louder, she would stay further away and wait for me to exhaust all my strength.
I ran out of strength, my feet gave way, and I threw myself and half of the bed of green gauze from the bed to the ground. She just stretched out her hand in slight surprise and pretended to help me.
I stood up, walked to the table, poured the unfinished tea into my mouth, suppressed my anger a little, and then sat down on the spring stool.
Have you been looking for such a suitable person to crash into the web you have weaved?
I asked.
Yanran didn't answer, but got out of bed, found a coat, walked over to me, put it on me, then took my hand and said softly, you didn't bump in, but we chose you!
Choose? I sneered. So that’s it. I don’t even have the right to take the initiative to bump into it.
Her words are very accurate, the seventh generation military attaché is so domineering!
It's a pity that in her generation, her father is the only daughter, so this domineering spirit will probably be lost. I think.
Tell me, where are you hiding Tianyao?
I couldn't help but ask this question again.
Yanran rarely became furious, but gently caressed my face and pulled me in front of her, asking, after three years, you still can't let her go? Even if what I just said didn't enter your heart, you still can't let her go.
Want to see her?
I clenched my fist and almost couldn't control it and punched her in the face.
I asked back, you have said this so many times, like a crow, if I don’t want to see her, why would I ask her again and again? Do you think I am an idiot or do you think you are deaf?
At this time, the candlesticks on the round table were burned out, and only the candlestick on the desk was lit. When the light dimmed, her face suddenly darkened, and she really looked like a crow. I couldn't help but laugh.
But she seemed to have nothing happened. She got up, walked to the book rack, picked up a delicate square box carved from peach wood, opened it carefully, took out what looked like a bottle, and placed it in front of me.
Don't you want to see her? Open it.
I felt like I was struck by five thunders.
You! What did you do to her?
I screamed, and then took advantage of the situation and magically grabbed her hair. I never achieved anything at this speed.
But she didn't struggle, pointed to the bottle with her face turned sideways, and continued, "Open it, don't you want to see her? She is inside the bottle. This bottle is called the mutton-fat jade pure bottle, which is the treasure of Taoist Zhen of Yangmingshan. I have already
Once the seal is opened, you just need to shake the bottle and it will open, and she will float out of the bottle to meet you. Open it.
After that, I didn't see how she moved. I touched her head with my hands, and the hair strands I grabbed were broken. My hands could no longer control her head. She has martial arts, and when I don't care about her hair, I
Naturally, it will cause zero harm to her.
But I was at a loss. I let the hair fall to the ground from my fingertips.