Ye Qing was stunned, as if a piece of hot carbon fell on her chest in the ice and snow, and it suddenly warmed up, spreading from one point to the whole body, like a dream, making people doubt the authenticity of that piece of hot carbon.
However, Shang Qiuyun's words were clearly in front of her eyes and heard in her ears. Even so, Ye Qing couldn't believe it. After waiting for too long, when she heard it, people were caught off guard and couldn't believe it.
He has waited too long for this.
Even knowing that Shang Qiuyun was drunk and talking nonsense, Ye Qing couldn't restrain her excitement and joy.
"What did you say?"
Shang Qiuyun smiled foolishly, cleared his throat, held Ye Qing's face in his hands, and said seriously, "I said, you are so good, I like you, okay? Then you don't cry, okay?"
Ye Qing laughed through her tears, "Okay, everything is fine, I'll listen to you."
Shang Qiuyun smiled brightly, "You will be punished for me, you will play funny faces to make me happy, you will train my horse for me, you will help me make a saddle, you are so kind to me, I should like you That's right."
Talking, talking, Dou Da's tears rolled down, "I should like you, how could I not like you? How could I like others? I should like you, you are so good to me, I Should like you"
The choked voice became more and more flustered, falling into self-blame and entanglement, like a demon, constantly questioning and questioning.
Ye Qing's heart twitched in pain, her hands were trembling, she held Shang Qiuyun's shoulder carefully, and said seriously, "Then you like me from now on, okay?"
Shang Qiuyun stopped blaming himself, stared blankly, raised his head slowly, looked at Ye Qing for a long time, then nodded, "Then you like me too, okay?"
Ye Qing choked up and said, "Okay, I like you too, I like you the most, whether it was before or in the future, I only like you."
Whether you like me or not, I like you from a long, long time ago, until a long, long time later, when he can no longer like her.
During this period of time, he will always like her all the time, giving his all, without needing anything in return.
Shang Qiuyun smiled, extraordinarily brilliant, his eyes sparkling, like twinkling stars, quenching the light.
Ye Qing smiled, and gently hugged Shang Qiuyun in her arms, "It's okay, it will pass, whether you like me or not, I will like you, more than everyone else."
Shang Qiuyun asked blankly, "Is it the one you like the most?"
Ye Qing nodded with a smile, "Well, the one I like the most is better than all the others."
Since ancient times, emperors have always been inseparable from three thousand beauties. Even if there is only one person they like, there will be other concubines in the harem, but there is only one exception, that is Ming Xiaozong Zhu Youtang. There is only Queen Zhang in his life, and there are no other concubines. .
How much does Ming Xiaozong like Zhang?
According to historical records, Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty was a virtuous emperor who worked hard to govern. After he came to the throne, eunuchs and treacherous officials were eliminated, useless ministers were dismissed, virtuous people were appointed, and outspoken advice was advocated.
The great favor of Queen Zhang's family brought great honor to the Zhang family. His father, Zhang Luan, was granted the title of Boss Shouning, and soon he was granted the title of Marquis. After his death, he was later granted the title of Duke Chang.
However, neither of the two younger brothers is a fuel-efficient lamp. They are fish and meat people, rampant and do everything. The ministers appealed one after another to ask the Zhang brothers to be held accountable. After checking the matter, the matter was settled only because of Queen Zhang's disapproval. Even the minister who impeached the Zhang brothers was almost convicted.
But there are so many beauties, why did Emperor Xiaozong of Ming Dynasty only love Mrs. Zhang?
In addition to Zhang's beauty, I also have a set of very powerful means of controlling husbands, which can attract Ming Xiaozong and have a good restraint on him. His help can be called a virtuous housemate.
Therefore, a woman who only favors the harem must not be simple, otherwise, after the great favor, no one cares about it, she still needs to be strong and have certain means to stand out from the three thousand beauties, let the high-ranking person clean up the harem for herself, and she will be the only one in her life .
In recent days, nightmares have haunted me.
The half-dark and narrow alleys, surrounded by dense fog, shrouded the half-toppled houses, sucking the spirits of the passing people, and turned into walking corpses. There was a black patch on the withered branches, sometimes with sharp noises , If someone falls down, he will lean forward and peck at the body.
Behind the half-covered wooden doors, there are cursing, insulting and reprimanding, plaintive crying, mixed with dull whipping sounds, the same behind every door.
It was a face, dirty face, disheveled hair, scanty clothes, onlyA pair of jet-black eyes, which are quite translucent and clear, make people unforgettable.
Bang, bang, bang.
The heavy wooden planks hit the exposed skin one after another, and new scars bloomed from old scars, blue and purple, and finally black and purple.
Those dark eyes changed with the sound of wood planks, the previous clarity faded away, and a layer of haze engulfed them, becoming resentful, unwilling and gloomy.
The messy hair covered the forehead, and I wanted to take a closer look.
Suddenly, that face suddenly raised its head, revealing its fierce look, and stared at me with those vicious eyes, with monstrous hatred.
I was startled and fell to the ground, my blood was clotted, my body was stiff, and my mind went blank.
Because, that face is my own.
A large playground, a carousel, colorful balloons, and candies that can make people feel sweet in their hearts.
This is my favorite place and I come here once a week.
My father would let me sit on his neck and watch the clown's performance, and my mother would take my hand to sit on the Ferris wheel, stop at the highest place, and raise my hand to pick stars.
but.
I felt fear, panic. There is a pair of eyes staring at him, jealousy, resentment, like a sharp knife, killing himself.
I can't stop looking back, maybe at the corner, behind the crowd, next to the building, any inconspicuous place where you can peep.
Followed like a shadow, and the hairs stood up.
I couldn't bear it, and took the initiative to look for the source of the line of sight, but I was stunned. I was covered in tattered clothes, and my hair was messy, growing wantonly, like weeds in the ground. Bare feet, the mud ran down the soles of the feet, climbed up the calves, and spread to the cheeks, all dirty and unsightly.
But only that eye was frighteningly bright.
reveals resentment, jealousy, and imperceptible killing intent.
is her.
The one who peeped at me.
There is no time to ask questions in the future.
The man suddenly wiped his face, his face was delicate.
I widened my eyes, not daring to make a sound.
I have seen this face countless times in the mirror.
The man walked up to me and stroked my cheek with his dirty hands.
I wanted to escape, but I couldn't move, and my consciousness began to slacken. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com