Bei Zhennan's eyes darkened, and he said to Bei Qingwu in a deep voice: "It's just some common gadgets, what's so exciting about it!"
Bei Qingwu raised her pale little face, but she couldn't suppress the charm on her face: "Brother, this is the first time he has given me something. When he saw me before, he always ignored me!"
Bei Zhennan¡¯s eyes darkened: ¡°How dare he do this to you?¡±
Bei Qingwu was shocked to realize that she had slipped her words, and quickly raised her hand to grab Bei Zhennan's lapel.
Bei Zhennan was about to turn around and go to settle accounts with Long Yule, when he realized that Bei Qingwu had grabbed his lapel, and he stopped turning around.
Now that Bei Qingwu is weak and he is strong, he is afraid that he will pull her down and get injured.
Bei Zhennan looked back helplessly at Bei Qingwu, "Wu'er, let go of your hands. Since this Long Yule is so ignorant, my brother will definitely teach him a lesson for you!"
Bei Qingwu held his shirt tighter and leaned against Bei Zhennan's body. Bei Zhennan had no choice but to sit down.
"Brother, do you still remember the time I told you about the first time I met the Third Prince?" Bei Qingwu leaned her charming little face against Bei Zhennan's body and whispered, "That was four years ago, my first time. It was a snowy night in the Longjin Dynasty. In the long corridor of the harem, warm red candlelight shone through the gaps between the red palace pillars and window lattice. The light and shadow were spread on the bluestone steps. The view was full of slanting wind and soft snow, which was moist and lengthy. But he only wore a thin white cloak and kept standing in the wind and snow, as if waiting for someone."
Bei Qingwu slowly recalled that day. She was amazed by that man when she first saw him. She was amazed that there was such a gentle and elegant man in the world, and was amazed by the melancholy and sentimentality in his eyes.
The moon is as pale as a hook, the sky is like water, and the deep palace is filled with snow and frost.
Bei Qingwu, who grew up at sea, was used to seeing rough men, but she fell in love with this man with melancholy temperament in an instant, and her life was ruined at one glance!
Bei Zhennan said in a deep voice: "He is too weak, and his mother and concubine are not favored. If you marry him, you will only be wasted!"
"Don't you have a brother?" Bei Qingwu raised her eyes and looked at Bei Zhennan, "My brother said that he would keep me safe for the rest of my life. I married him. My brother is his strongest support. I don't ask him to be on the throne. If you take that position, as long as you can stay with him and spend this life peacefully and happily!"
Bei Zhennan frowned. In the royal family, if you don't have enough strength, it is simply wishful thinking to live a peaceful and happy life. Without his help, Long Yule would be an unfavored prince. If he didn't fight for it and could be more patient, he might have a happy ending. If he married King Qin of the Northern Qi Dynasty, how could Long Yule's life be dull?
Bei Zhennan looked at the pen holder of Songhe Yannian. The person who sent this pen holder hinted at this, right?
Bei Zhennan lowered his eyes and looked at the expectation and hope in Bei Qingwu's eyes. He sighed quietly and whispered: "Let's rest first. Don't be too tired. Let's wait until you feel better!"
Bei Qingwu nodded happily. She knew that since she was a child, as long as she wanted something, her good brother would definitely get it for her, and Long Yule would be no exception!
Bei Zhennan covered Bei Qingwu with the quilt, held the pen holder of Songhe Yannian and walked out.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Lu has sent someone" the guard stepped forward and whispered.
"He's not dead yet?" Bei Zhennan asked in a deep voice.
The guard whispered: "He wants to ask us to arrange for him to leave the Longjin Dynasty!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com