Gao Yuanshang smiled coldly afterwards. He wanted to know whether Song Anle designed the purpose of preventing Qing'er from entering the palace or preventing them from being together was just because of her personal selfishness.

Song Anle faced the intoxicating night scene, but she no longer felt the feeling of appreciation. Facing the cold wind, she could not feel the coldness, but the heavy thoughts in her heart always suppressed her.

Seeing that Gao Yuanshang was approaching, she took a deep breath of cold breath. Whether it was because of the cold breath or because her tone was already cold, she said coldly: "How about we make a deal?"

Gao Yuanshang also looked at the river with the lights. Although the view was limited, he was in a particularly happy mood. However, he always said coldly: "That depends on whether I am interested in your transaction."

Song Anle did not take up time to think. She turned around and looked at him, still saying seriously: "I can stay in the palace instead of Qing'er. Secondly, I want you to stop thinking about Qing'er forever, just pretend that she has never appeared."

Gao Yuanshang suddenly felt anger in his heart, and he said with a blank expression: "Why do you think you can replace Qing'er? I remember I reminded you that you cannot replace Qing'er's position in my heart."

A corner of Song Anle's heart was tingled, so she frowned slightly, and didn't even give Gao Yuanshang the opportunity to seize it. She said calmly: "From the moment I decided to enter the palace, I didn't plan to leave here again, but love was different. She was simple by nature and loved a carefree life, so she needed a partner who could give her freedom, and you were not suitable."

"But I can give her a reputation above ten thousand people. I believe that anyone will choose everything I can give." Gao Yuanshang did not think about it at all, because freedom never belonged to a longing in his consciousness. He never made any wasteful thoughts about things that were out of reach, so he believed that an unattainable position was far more touching than freedom.

"You are wrong." Song Anle said with a very calm expression, but sharply: "If Qing'er really wants to be a person above ten thousand people, then she will not become distant to you after learning about your identity, or even feel ashamed;

So the essence of her heart is still the desire to be free and sincere. Not only do you leave a shadow of deception on her simple heart, but you even tie her to the edge of love and pain with your special identity. You should not have to selfishly conquer her when she finally pulled herself away. That is not love, but your selfish possessiveness in your heart.

Gao Yuanshang never thought about love too complicated and trivial. He only knew that his feelings for love were a feeling he had never had before. Whenever he was with her, he could easily release his inner dullness and depression. Looking at her innocent and simple smile, he would also involuntarily reveal his smile.

As long as it is something Qing'er wants, he can try every means to deliver it to her. No matter how difficult it is, he can deeply feel the girlish feelings about Qing'er. Sometimes he questioned his feelings, whether he loves Qing'er more, or whether Qing'er has more dependence or loves him.

"You can provoke my relationship with Qing'er for any reason, but I won't do what you want." Gao Yuanshang also admitted that sometimes his thoughts about Qing'er are not entirely because he likes Qing'er or needs Qing'er, but because he has an inexplicable consciousness in his heart, and he always instigates him to compete with Song Anle.

Song Anle said with a little anger and a little solemnly: "Even if Qing'er has given up on you, do you still refuse to let her go?"

Gao Yuanshang approached Song Anle's eyes and said with a cold face: "Why should I believe your one-sided words? Why do you make me believe you?"

Song Anle was completely defeated by his lonely arrogance, so she said with a little self-pity: "I said that as long as you are willing to let love go, I am willing to spend my whole life filling in the regrets between you."

Song Anle was already ashamed of being able to say these words. She did not hesitate to stop the chaos between Gao Yuanshang and Bai Hua's love, but unfortunately she could only bear this unknown secret alone.

Gao Yuanshang looked at her straight, and gradually turned from her cold and arrogant aura to self-pity. This process was a difficult thing for ordinary people, but she only did it before and after, and it was so realistic that it almost moved him.

"You are finally willing to admit it;" Gao Yuanshang looked at her straight and said, "Qing'er is not giving up on me, but you are preventing her from entering the palace. That's why you want me to give up on her at all costs. I told it, it's impossible."

Song Anle tightened her senses and nerves in her body and mind. At this moment, she was like an ugly witch who was exposed. Although she let go of her dignity of pride and even if she did not hesitate to give up everything to pray, she was still shrouded in ugliness. So she had to tighten her body and mind, and she was afraid that she would not be able to bear it for the moment.

"You are just a realistic vulgar person. You are greedy for wealth and glory and long for honor above ten thousand people. So you do not hesitate to stop Qing'er from entering the palace, and even think that you can use her name to influence me to be moved by you, and then you can have the power to cover the sky with one hand."

Gao Yuanshang Shao paused for a moment, and he sneered again: "I might as well tell you again, this is even more impossible."

Song Anle never expected that in Gao Yuanshang's heart, everything she did was just her greedy and vain. So what else could she do? Could she explain that she was because of the incompetent relationship between them, whether she wanted to explain that it was because of the grudges of the previous generation, or that she was shocked by the shock that he had once appeared.

Gao Yuanshang saw that he was speechless. To him, she was as guilty as Wu Yan faced him again after he saw through his ugly face, so he angrily snorted and then left.

Song Anle finally fell stiffly on the ground along the edge of the boat board at the moment when he turned around. At this moment, she was a body with her soul removed, without dignity, body and mind, no thoughts, depression and depression, pushing her to the extreme.

Gao Yuanshang signaled her abnormal movement, but he did not intend to pay attention. Instead, he paused in the anxious words of the palace servant.

"My master, are you okay?" A palace maid who was in charge of the boat went up to support her after seeing Song Anle fall.

Because of Song Anle's outfit, it is inevitable that people will be mistaken for the master. Song Anle just shook her head gently and said, "Thank you, I'm fine."

It was all because of her physical and mental disability, not completely. The coldness of the coldness swept through her body like a sharp blade, as if in her empty body, looking for an opportunity to take advantage of.

Song Anle stood up with the help of the boatman's palace servant, and she pulled the palace servant and said, "Uncle, can you find a boat to send it to the other side of the shore?"

"This..." The palace servant looked at Gao Yuanshang who was stopping not far away with embarrassment. Song Anle then saw that Gao Yuanshang did not leave. The palace servant's intention was obviously seeking Gao Yuanshang's permission.

So Song Anle couldn't even know that the other person was in a difficult situation, but insisted on asking for it. So she said, "Then help me convey it to the second prince, and then say... Anle is waiting here."

"This slave can give it a try. Please wait a moment, Lord." The palace servant nodded and signaled.

Song Anle said gratefully: "Thank you."

After the palace man nodded and said, "Stop."

The behavior of the palace servant was more sensitive than being regularly done. Gao Yuanshang turned around and walked back, and waved his hand to retreat. He originally didn't want to ask about Song Anle anymore, but when he heard Gao Yuanyi's name, he couldn't control himself and wanted to stop them from communicating.

Whether Song Anle was inferior or self-pity, she no longer wanted to face Gao Yuanshang, so she hid her pain, avoided Gao Yuanshang's sight, and left from the side.

Gao Yuanshang suddenly spoke, "Yuan Yi has already got off the boat. If you want to stay here, you can wait here."

Song Anle had to stop again, and her brows also followed by a tired melancholy. She didn't know if Gao Yuanyi was really not on the boat, but if it was true, she had to think of it differently, otherwise she would have to get off the boat with the people on the boat, and she would definitely be discovered by then.

"Can you send me back?" Song Anle said helplessly: "I owe you another favor."

Gao Yuanshang approached her and said meaninglessly: "You haven't forgotten what you owe me yet."

Song Anle said childishly: "Don't worry, even if I forget myself, I will not forget to repay your kindness."

"Very good, remember, this is the fourth time." After Gao Yuanshang finished speaking, he pulled Song Anle and strode away. Song Anle had not yet reacted, so she let out a slight "ah" and could not break free from Gao Yuanshang's hand.

Song Anle was familiar with the road conditions and guessed that Gao Yuanshang should have planned to send her away, so she let him pull her, but his actions were not filled with emotion, so they seemed a bit heavy, while Gao Yuanyi's actions were extremely gentle and careful.

There were a few very small boats floating in the river here, which was the place where Gao Yuanyi brought her up, perhaps to facilitate the masters to leave at any time.

Gao Yuanshang first jumped onto the boat in the river, then turned around to meet her, without any barriers, and like a very ordinary friend, Song Anle could not be brewed from the struggle just now.

"What?" Gao Yuanshang said coldly: "Do you still want me to carry you up?"

In addition to his peaceful behavior, Gao Yuanshang's tone was still cold and frosty. Song Anle was also used to him like this, so she reached her hand in his palm without any attention. With his support, she also returned to the boat steadily.
Chapter completed!