Chapter 108 Chapter 107 I’ve been wandering for a long time

"Listen to me, I will only tell you one person at this point. Your Highness Jiarou will not last long, and I will not hand over all authority to her now. Because the little emperor's grandson is his true heir, and Your Highness Jiarou is just

Just a transition.

So trust me, don’t get too close to His Highness Jiarou, I will protect you, I will always protect you, our stable life will last forever..."

"No! Stop talking. I don't want to hear it."

She pushed his shoulder and kicked him in the chest.

"I misjudged you, what's the difference between you and my father and brother! Let's go, you go, I..."

Meng Keshu closed his eyes, and tears came out of his eyes.

"I don't want to see you again, Li Kong. This is the end between us."

"What did you say?"

He couldn't feel her kicks, but her words were pierced into his heart like a sharp sword. In an instant, his skin and flesh were torn open, and he was breathing in the cold wind and rain.

"I have... suffered so much. Do you know how much I have sacrificed for our today? I just don't want to wait or endure it anymore. Why do you abandon me again?"

Li Kong hugged her tightly, not allowing her to escape even a little bit. But the hand that once fell on the top of his hair to comfort him never fell again.

"What did I do wrong? Did anyone help me when I was suffering? Why, why don't you even appreciate it now? I didn't ask you to do anything for me, I didn't ask you to do something you don't like, I

I never force you again, right?

As long as you treat me like before, I don’t ask for anything else? Why? Why do you want me to leave? Just because I don’t want you to go to the East Palace? Then I won’t stop you, okay? Little Moon, little

Moon, please, don’t..."

The hot tears seeped into her clothes and became cold again, as if the wind and rain outside had fallen on her. The sky and the earth had never shown mercy to her or him.

"What else can you do except cry and beg me like a woman?"

A word that cut into people's hearts, she knew exactly where his pain was.

He was struck as if by lightning by her words, and he let go of her and fell to the ground in despair.

It seems like I have gone back to the days when Ise served in the Yan Mansion. Only these weak performances like women can be coquettish and obedient in front of that person.

It turns out that in Little Moon's eyes, she is still a plaything rolling in the mud, unable to get on the stage, only a charming figure.

She doesn't care about the future he talks about, doesn't want it, and even hates him to the core.

So what is he still doing here?

Li Kong wanted to push himself up, but he fell back down again as if he had lost all his strength. He held the edge of the bed for the second time before standing up.

The room was dark and she couldn't see his embarrassment. But even if she could see it, would she still feel sorry for him?

He sniffed, wiped the tears on his face carelessly, turned around silently, stumbled and kicked a lot of things, and then he touched the door to go out.

Meng Keshu said nothing.

The last glimmer of hope was gone, and Li Kong didn't hear any words to save him. When he opened the door, the wind and rain hit him, and he stepped out without caring.

The door was closed, and Meng Keshu, who was staring blankly into the darkness, suddenly got up, got out of bed, and lay on the window sill. He opened the window and looked toward the courtyard amid another flash of lightning that penetrated the dark night.

Empty.

The window was closed and she huddled under the window.

Her eyes were dry, and she had no tears to shed. She was just heartbroken, and even her breathing was like sobbing.

Let's go, let's go.

This is the path she chose. She has to shoulder all the difficulties and dangers on her own.

She would never, ever be a canary for others to watch again.

Princess Jiafu's Mansion.

After Wei Huaining dismissed all the male favorites in the palace that day, the palace became much quieter. The palace servants abided by the rules and remained silent. No actor who wanted to invite favors suddenly appeared to make Wei Huaining happy.

Already.

Originally, the chaos brought by Zhao Xingde had worn away a lot of the flamboyant edges in Wei Huaining's temperament. She was quite content with Qingyun accompanying her and keeping her away from the wind and rain outside.

But today's luxurious palace banquet reminded her of the days when she was a dandy, so that after she and Qingyun returned home, she felt the silence in the mansion was a bit unbearable.

Qingyun's identity made it inconvenient to appear at the palace banquet, so she didn't know that Wei Huaining was missing the figures of the actors in the palace. She just thought that she was unhappy after meeting Zhao Xingde's family.

"Master, you have already got clues about the news about Duke Fuguo's mansion that you asked your servant to investigate before. Do you want to hand it over to Her Royal Highness?"

Wei Huaining sat on the low couch and took the letter from Qingyun. The writing on it, which looked like chicken feet, made her frown subconsciously.

"Did you write this?"

She was already troubled by Fu Guogong's messy concatenations, and the words were so bad, so she didn't want to read them anymore.

"...Yes, I'm not good at writing, but I can't entrust this job to others... Or can I read it to you?"

Looking at Wei Huaining's increasingly impatient expression, Qingyun's voice became softer and quieter, his posture became nervous and uneasy, and he hesitated to take the piece of paper back.

He also didn't want her to see his ugly handwriting, but after all, the matter was of great importance, involving Jinshang and other aristocratic families, and he was afraid that the walls had ears and would set him on fire.

"That's all. Since you said you have found something useful, you can go directly to Xiao Qi tomorrow to inform him. He will definitely know what to do."

Wei Huaining threw the paper back to him and called the palace attendants to come in to remove her hairpin and change her pajamas.

No one paid attention to Qingyun anymore. He originally wanted to quietly tear up the letter she disliked and burn it, but after all, this was the best one among the several he had written, and besides, he had to give it to Xiao Qi. After thinking about it,

Go, he put the paper back into his sleeve and backed out.

Bathing, incense, massaging the meridians, and applying face and body coatings, Wei Huaining was extremely particular about every strand of his hair. After suffering the pain of being under house arrest by Zhao Xingde, he even more extravagantly, and had nothing else to do.

She enjoys most of the day.

Although the queen who had always earned a reputation for her frugality was aware of her extravagant life, she was her biological daughter after all, and even her marriage was in a mess, so this little indulgence was really harmless.

Wei Huaining never noticed that Qingyun had left, or in other words, she didn't care.

Who cares where he goes and what he does when he is not needed? He belongs to her. Is it possible that she still wants to stare at him all day long?

Before she took care of herself and was about to go to bed, Qingyun came back.

Compared with the scent of flowers that could be smelled from Wei Huaining's body several steps away, the soapy smell of the many times washed waiter's clothes on Qingyun's body was abrupt and pungent.

The princess's bedroom is full of gold and jade treasures, making Qingyun seem like a down-and-out man who accidentally entered the heavenly palace and is out of place.

So much so that Wei Huaining, who habitually called him over and wanted to get close to him, scolded in a bad tone:

"Didn't I make several sets of clothes for you? Why are you still wearing this one? I went down to change!"

The palace servants in the palace naturally looked at him with laughter. They were all slaves, and even Qingyun had not grown up with Wei Huaining. How could he not be laughed at by others.

Who would believe that one night, Wei Huaining personally went to the backyard to find Qingyun, and dismissed the male doting actor because of him? The master must have wanted to change his taste recently, and let's see how long this slave who can't stand out in every aspect will be proud of himself.

"……yes."

Qingyun followed the instructions and stepped back, changing into another robe embroidered with pine and bamboo patterns.

"That's pretty much it."

People rely on clothes. Wei Huaining personally ordered the embroiderer to relax the shoulders a little, so that the thin shoulders that Qingyun has not grown back look wider, and finally it is pleasing to the eye.

Wei Huaining hooked her fingers, and Qingyun came over and stood behind her, dipped a comb in hair oil, and helped her comb through her hair.

"Why don't you speak? You don't like hearing what you say after a few words?"

Usually at times like this, Qingyun never stays silent. Wei Huaining can't stand silence, he should know that.

"Master, listen, it's raining outside. This is the first rain this summer. Do you want to go out and take a look?"

The dormitory only had half a window open in a corner away from the bed for ventilation. If it wasn't quiet, you wouldn't be able to hear the rain that just started outside.

"If you don't go, there's nothing good to see. I'm tired and going to sleep."

She doesn't have the leisure and leisure to listen to the wind and enjoy the rain. She is just a dandy with a lot of money. She is not an elegant person who eats flowers and drinks dew.

Just when she wanted to lean towards Qingyun, the delicate skin on her face was scratched by the gold and silver embroidery thread and hurt. She was so annoyed that she slapped his hand away and lay down on the quilt angrily.

"Master, it's not that I don't want to wear the new clothes. It's just that the old robe is soft. I'll take it off now. I won't do it next time."

Qingyun touched the complicated embroidery on his body with both hands. It was precious, but even he was not used to it.

Wei Huaining said nothing. It was impossible for her to apologize to him for this self-righteous mistake.

Qingyun silently walked to the half window and smelled the cool moisture outside the room before retracting his head and closing the window.

She is afraid of noise while sleeping.

Qingyun climbed onto the bed with only his shirt on and lay down shrinking, not daring to take the initiative to touch Wei Huaining, who had his back turned to him. He was neither stupid nor stupid. He had not even cursed Zhao Xingde and Fuguo Gongfu since she came back.

You could guess that it was him who caused her bad mood.

It was very quiet, except for the sound of her breathing and his, and the sound of the rain outside.

He likes rain very much.

Even though he often got wet while working in the palace and the princess's house, he still liked the raindrops that washed away the sky and the earth and fell on them equally, who were hated by the world.
To be continued...