Chapter 31 Chapter 31 Watching the fire from the other side

"Those are all the food I used, Xiao Qi, why don't you thank me?"

She bit the word "en" particularly hard. Xiao Qi's head buzzed, but his trembling lips could not utter a single word.

Her face was so close that he could kiss her lips as long as he raised his head a little. But it was a supreme honor for the master to give food to the slave, and he should kowtow to express gratitude according to the rules.

Kowtow? Is he going to leave her body and kiss the cold stone floor with his forehead?

He was a little dizzy, and then he remembered that he hadn't been breathing.

Wei Huaien's breath intertwined with his breathing, and he heard himself say in a hoarse voice:

"Slave...Thank you, Master, for your grace..."

Her lips opened and closed, already touching Wei Huaien's lips. She was happy to use herself as bait to lure fish to the bait, seeing him confronting his unquenchable desire and the rules that a chamberlain should always maintain.

It was this kind of Xiao Qi that made her willing to like him. The rules in the palace were engraved in his every move like a brand. But she discovered him among the countless puppets shaped by the palace and raised him with her own hands.

His desire and aura.

He was hers. Unique and absolutely loyal.

She covered Xiao Qi's lips, but kissed the corners of his slightly flushed eyes. His phoenix eyes were slanting at the end, and they were naturally seductive. She had always liked them.

"Don't kick stones next time, do you hear me?"

Xiao Qi nodded as if pounding garlic.

"Don't tell me the truth."

Xiao Qi rolled his eyes, blinked quickly, and nodded hurriedly.

"good."

Wei Huaien smiled and let go of the hand covering his lips.

"Wynn..."

Seeing her retreating, Xiao Qi called out to her anxiously, but stopped when she looked at him.

He still wanted to kiss her, but how could he open his mouth?

"Is there anything else? Shuijing should be packed up soon, we should go."

Wei Huaien held his arm and asked him to stand up. Ignoring his hesitation, he brushed off the fallen flowers from his shoulders and walked slowly out.

Xiao Qi had no choice but to rub his face and peel away the touch from her palms so that he could wake up and stop thinking about things he shouldn't be thinking about. Then he quickly walked a few steps behind her and helped her get into the carriage.

"Xiao Qi, why don't you come in? The deputy chief minister will be my guard. Tomorrow the official's statement will bury me."

When he was about to lead his horse, Wei Huai'en opened the curtain and hooked his hand at him, his eyes full of cunning to succeed in teasing him.

"yes!"

Xiao Qi jumped onto the carriage, and his black official robe disappeared into the red curtain in a flash.

Shui Jing pulled Qiong'er:

"Sit in the carriage with me at the back. It's enough for the master to have Eunuch Xiao at his service."

Li Kong Mansion.

"My dear madam, your Excellency sent someone to report that you will not be back for dinner tonight." The maid announced loudly outside Meng Keshu's room door.

"I know." Meng Keshu opened the window, "Then let's pass the food around."

"Yes, little madam, please wait a moment."

When Meng Keshu saw her leaving the Moon Gate, he picked up the thin chain at his feet and stood up from the piano table under the window.

She wrapped the chain around her hand, walked to the bed where the chain was connected, and used her sleeves and skirt to block this humiliating evidence of her prisoner status.

After the unsuspecting maids placed the food on the table and exited according to her instructions, she measured the distance step by step like a thief, silently let go of the chains on the ground, walked to the table and sat down.

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There were still many loops of thin chains on her hands, so Li Kong allowed her to walk into the yard to get some fresh air.

But how could she want to be seen like this?

Unless necessary, no servants could enter her house. She could only rely on this self-deception to comfort her self-esteem, because she could no longer bear the gaze of others.

What's wrong with calling her "little madam"? She knows her identity very well. She is his caged bird, and what kind of lady she is.

Tears fell into the rice unknowingly, and Meng Keshu swallowed numbly without realizing it.

She wasn't hungry, but she couldn't put down her chopsticks casually, because that person would definitely ask her what she had done that day and how much she had eaten, and she didn't want to give him any chance to go crazy.

So she finally finished six cents of the meal, then picked up the chain and returned to the bed. After the maid came to ask her again, she cleared the table.

The candlelight was bright, and she walked to the piano case again and wiped the spotless Guqin.

She no longer wants to play the piano, but only this kind of behavior can keep her fragile calm without being driven crazy by him.

After Li Kong left the government office, he went to the market to buy some novel gadgets for Meng Keshu as usual.

Even if he gave it to her directly every time, put it in her room discreetly, or asked a servant to send it there, it would not change the fact that it was thrown away by her. He still persisted in this habit.

It was as if he could give Little Moon a hard slap every day, but he wouldn't get the chance to retaliate in other ways.

He always felt that his body and soul were separated. After giving up his identity as a male favorite and walking alone among intrigues, he was able to find a trace of stability from those experiences that he wanted to be completely forgotten.

People are so mean.

When Yi Se was serving others, he hated not having freedom, hating that he could not control his joy and anger, and hating that he was just a tool for others to vent. Now he is also an upright Mr. Xuanyu Si, but he doesn't know where to rest under the setting sun.

interest.

Li Kong understood Meng Keshu's current state of mind very well, but the love and possessiveness in his heart were so strong that every time he faced her, he would lose control over any trivial matter.

From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear.

Perhaps before he found himself, he was too eager to pull Meng Keshu into his cage, so that she was like a wedge inserted between the old self and the new self, always reminding him

He felt the pain of not being able to love because of his identity in the past.

Only when he left Meng Keshu's side could he pretend that the cold words and the hurt of imprisonment didn't exist.

Only then could he let himself fantasize in the busy city, wondering if she would be happy when she saw the beautiful clay figurine at this stall, and dreaming about returning to the mansion where he had never felt a sense of belonging, and that there would still be a little moon waiting for him.

He goes home for dinner.

No one could see the crazy love growing in his heart. Even after experiencing his madness and her resentment, his feelings not only did not dissipate due to the disappointment that was counterproductive, but instead became more and more profound. Together with the wedge, it drove into him.

Among the bones and blood, it is difficult to separate.

This love started out absurdly, how will it end?

No one could give Li Kong guidance, and it was difficult for him to tell anyone about this dead game.

No, there is actually a person. Although he is already a dead person.

At a certain moment, he saw his crazy self in Little Moon's panicked eyes, and that look was so familiar that he fled from Little Moon in a panic.

Yan Weiguang.

Unexpectedly, one day he would feel pity for that person.

Just because he was stuck in the mud and couldn't find a complete self to face Little Moon, so he had no other choice but to imprison her beside him.

What about Yan Weiguang? Does that man also feel lonely because all the warblers and swallows imprisoned in his backyard blame him and hate him?

Why do you think of him again?

Li Kong shook his head and turned back on his horse to go home. Even though time kept moving forward, allowing him to recall the past with a peaceful mind, he still didn't want to think about that person in detail.

Still feel sick.

He had better pity himself, like a poor guy who had his head bruised and bloody in a predicament.

Ever since he returned home from a Mid-Autumn Festival night outing, Little Moon almost slipped into the huge crowd while he was not paying attention, so he hired a craftsman to make a longer chain and locked her tightly at home.

This is not right, his new self is hanging high in the air, watching the twisted old self kneeling on the ground, letting Little Moon cry and kick, and indifferently grabs her ankles and fastens the chains.

But the new me couldn't say a harsh word to the old me who was always in fear.

The old self will always prevail:

"I am a rotten person! I am a rotten person that she will never fall in love with! In this case, then lock her with you every day, and she will always be ours! Don't you want to? Don't you enjoy it? Don't

Stop me!"

The new me could only stand aside quietly, sighing and shaking my head:

"We can't do this to her, why not try my method?"

At this time, he will firmly stand on the side of the old self and resist loudly:

"No way! She can't know, she can't know, she can't know!"

The wedge should be removed, and the bloody wound should be allowed to grow properly before being re-embedded into his new bone and blood. It should not be stirred into a sore that cannot be healed, and suffer inexplicable insults and suffering.

But he was very afraid. He was afraid that after she saw his sores, she would no longer be willing to be entangled with the fate of someone like him. He was even more afraid that after she saw his fragile and dirty inside, she would mercilessly cut the healing wounds again.
To be continued...