"Okay, young master, walk slowly." Aoshuang nodded and smiled kindly.
Cao Zhi raised his feet to go out, but Qiu Zimo happened to pass him in. His expression was slightly startled, and his lips twitched - Qiu Zimo, the king of Xiao Zhanguo, it seems that Zuitianlou is still a son of a powerful person.
A gathering place.
She took out a purple sachet from her sleeve with her right hand, put it in front of her nose and smelled it. The smell of potpourri was light and fresh, just like the smell on her body. This was just found on her body, but it was just an ordinary scent.
Even he carried the sachet with him, but the taste was different. He looked carefully at the front and back of the sachet. There were auspicious flowers embroidered on the front, but the word "nuan" was embroidered on the back. Whose name could it be?
There is this word, maybe what does this word mean? He is really more and more curious about the identity of Lan Tianjian. A kid who can gather princes from the royal family and even princes from other countries to a brothel. Who is she?
In the dark alley, he stepped on the bluestone slabs calmly, his eyes undisguised. He didn't need to find a way to get rid of her now, she was a breakthrough, but he had to slowly get closer to her.
After Lan Duoduo had settled down, it was already almost the end of Haishi. Qiu Zimo looked out the window and said to Aoshuang: "I... want to go back."
Aoshuang was wiping Lan Duoduo's face with a hot handkerchief. When she heard his words, she straightened up, turned to look at him, and nodded: "Yes."
Qiu Zimo paused for a while, then said in a deep voice: "The Seasonal Conference will be busy for a while, and it may take some time before I can come and see you."
Aoshuang still smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Apart from saying yes, she had no reason to say no. She couldn't force him, let alone demand him. If she fell in love with this man, she was destined to endure the pain of lovesickness.
Qiu Zimo sighed, stepped forward and hugged her in his arms. His arms were a little tight, but his voice was very gentle: "Take care of yourself."
As long as you are well, I will be well. I love you, and I may not be able to see you every day, but my whole heart is always concerned about you. As long as you take care of yourself, my heart will feel a little more at ease...
All I ask is that you take care of yourself.
Aoshuang was finally moved to tears, stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly, her voice choked with sobs: "You too."
Taking care of yourself is better than sweet words. Because of his words, how could she not take care of herself. This is not a promise, but it is more beautiful and valuable than a promise.
"Knock on the cup, knock on the cup..." Lan Duoduo talked drunkenly on the soft couch, and the two of them separated awkwardly. Aoshuang looked down, she didn't wake up, she just said
Just sleep talk.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and Qiu Zimo whispered goodbye.
Aoshuang took one more look at Lan Duoduo, who was sleeping on the bed, and hurriedly called Qiu Zimo who was about to walk out of the room: "Zimo, can you inform Prince Yi to come and take her back?"
Qiu Zimo frowned, it was so late, he could just send someone to inform her, why bother to take the little princess back, let alone being so drunk: "It's too late."
"Xiaoduo is the princess. If word spreads that she spent the night in a brothel, her reputation will be damaged." Although Xiaoduo disguised herself as a man, people in Prince Yi's palace knew that the princess did not go back and spent the night outside, fearing that someone would harm Xiaoduo.
Qiu Zimo thought about it, so he sent Zhuo Ran to the palace to inform him, and then he went back to the palace.
In the Shuxiang Pavilion of Prince Yi's Mansion, Xiao Yi looked at the hourglass on the wall. It was already midnight, and when he saw that she hadn't come back yet, he couldn't sit still, so he stood up and walked back and forth in the room.
It was very strange that her being with him was just a political marriage, which was of no use to him. But he didn't know when he would start thinking of her for no reason. When he thought of her, he had an urge to think about her.
Want to see her.
She is just a little girl who knows nothing but planting flowers. But time is like a terrible slow poison, turning the impossible into a habit.
Every day, he looked forward to seeing her. Sometimes he would come back earlier than her, so he would deliberately wait on the corridor just to see her. He would see her figure after a tiring day, walking slowly and answering questions in a lazy tone.
He said a few words, and then ran away...
Looking at her from a distance, looking at her up close, she is cute when she is excited, indifferent when she is melancholy, willful when she is naughty, sometimes she is passionate about you and sometimes rejects you thousands of miles away, but no matter what kind of her she is, the look in his eyes is...
Follow her involuntarily.
Tired from playing with the garden pavilion, she lay down on the imperial concubine's couch and fell asleep. The wind blew her thin body. He ordered his servants to bring a cloak and covered her himself. She didn't know.
Seeing that she always liked to look up at the stars, he knew that she was missing her relatives, so he secretly sent someone to send a letter of invitation to Lan Huang behind her back. But she didn't know that he also wrote a letter in his own handwriting to plead with him.
To come.
She brought back the man who saved her, and regardless of other people's opinions and opinions, she personally guarded and cared for him. Looking at her as if she were the one she loved most, she suddenly felt a strange jealousy in her heart. He was afraid that she would fall in love with him.
She fell in love with someone else, so she secretly carried her behind her back and secretly told her to drive away the man who brought her back.
When he kissed her, she didn't refuse or cater to him, she was just dumb and timid. He tried to take the initiative, but she pushed him away and lowered her head in embarrassment, as if she was too shy to look at him, but in his heart he was still
He smiled and wanted to say something to her, but she ran away. Could it be that he was terrible? Xiao Yi suddenly woke up. It was time for her to come back. Why hasn't anyone come to report her news yet?
Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw that the only person coming was Wuchen. He looked disappointedly at the hourglass timer on the wall: "Did the princess come back and go back to her garden pavilion?"
Wuchen was frightened to stand still by his hopeful yet disappointed eyes. How could he not understand his master's thoughts?
"Master, King Mo sent his bodyguard to say that the princess is drunk and wants the prince to pick her up!"
"What, drunk?" As soon as Wuchen finished speaking, Xiao Yi raised his eyes and looked at him, surprised for a second and then said: "Didn't I want you to follow the princess?"
"As soon as the princess arrives at Zuitian Tower, she will send Wuchen back home first..." Wuchen responded softly.
"Can the princess send you back?" Xiao Yi asked coldly, frowning. He didn't know what kind of character Wu Chen had. He would not listen to anything other than his own words.
"Wuchen deserves to die, master, please punish me!" Wuchen clasped his fists in apology, lowering his head slightly to hide the panic on his face. He had no choice but to do so. Since the little princess threatened him, if he didn't leave, he would be destroyed by a group of women.
Innocent. You must know that if a man is molested, it will be more embarrassing than a woman being molested.