Xuanyuan Yao just stared at her quietly, her charming face reflected in his deep pupils, and his heart suddenly went crazy.

Murong Qianqian thought, if she closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep, then according to Xuanyuan Yao's character, she should say something like, "Although the queen is asleep, I am awake, so why not take a mandarin duck bath" or something like that.

He could only twitch the corners of his lips and reveal a charming and life-saving smile, "Yao Yao, what a coincidence~ Did you just wake up too?"

Xuanyuan Yao did not answer, but looked away with an indifferent expression. During this period, he also brushed Murong Qianqian's long hair that was lifted up by the wind.

Murong Qianqian raised her eyelids and saw the unhappy expression on Xuanyuan Yao's face. She felt that her greeting was not warm enough.

Immediately he turned around and said, "Yao Yao~" He turned around again and said, "The weather is so nice today~" and said again, "It would be even better if I could watch the sunset with you~"

After she finished speaking, she felt cold sweat dripping down her back, and Xuanyuan Yao underneath her body seemed to shiver, and her face became even more unhappy.

After a moment of silence, Xuanyuan Yao lowered his head and said slowly, "Don't you think it would be better to watch the sunset from another position?" His voice seemed to be suppressing some emotion.

Murong Qianqian rolled her eyes a little because she really felt that this position was the most comfortable to watch the sunset. She turned over and was about to speak.

But when she saw Xuanyuan Yao's eyes focused on her, she glanced subconsciously and remembered that she had slept on his lap for an entire afternoon.

He suddenly sat up and said apologetically: "Sorry, sorry, how about I rub your legs and feet?"

In fact, Murong Qianqian just said it, but unexpectedly Xuanyuan Yao stretched out his legs seriously and said lazily: "Knead it~"

"..."

When the sunset faded, Murong Qianqian was sitting by the river and throwing stones. She was beating her feet and chest with annoyance, how could she fall asleep in the reeds and miss the final ending.

But from Xuanyuan Yao's simple description, it can be concluded that Mu Xu's unlucky apprentice finally defeated An Ruoyi, and her merits were considered complete.

Thinking of this, she felt that she had nothing to be upset about, so she raised her head with a smile and looked at Xuanyuan Yao who was fishing in the river, and said excitedly: "Under your feet, there is such a big fish~"

Xuanyuan Yao heard the words and raised his hands only to hear a whistling sound. The sharp wooden stake was immediately inserted, but... the big fish unexpectedly surfaced.

Xuanyuan Yao's figure froze, the corners of his lips twitched twice almost invisible, and traces of red blood were already floating on the water.

Murong Qianqian took a closer look and realized that the big fish in her mouth was Xuanyuan Yao's foot, and she immediately knew that she had gotten into trouble.

While pretending not to see it, he hummed a tune and turned around to hide in the reeds. But just as he took two steps, the corner of his dark green clothes brushed past him, and a big foot had already landed in front of him.

Xuanyuan Yao's figure spun around, and he was now sitting on the bank of the river with his arms folded, and his bloody foot was placed high on Murong Qianqian's shoulder.

He raised his eyes and heard a voice without much emotion, "Qianqian, don't you think you should do something?"

Murong Qianqian was startled, frowned and looked at the wooden stake stained with blood in his hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Yao Yao, you can't be so cruel, right?"

Xuanyuan Yao glanced at her with his blue eyes, and said with a smile: "What do you think?"

The autumn wind by the river blew over her cheeks, and Murong Qianqian's long hair stirred up two tears from the corners of her eyes. She sniffed and wiped away her bitter tears.

He gritted his teeth, gritted his teeth again, then solemnly picked up the wooden stake with trembling hands, and looked at it carefully, "Yao Yao, it is not a gentleman's behavior to retaliate with an eye for an eye."

"I am not a gentleman, I am the emperor." A slight smile appeared on Xuanyuan Yao's lips, but his tone was pretending to be calm.

Murong Qianqian lowered her head feebly and studied the wooden stake for a while, wondering whether it would be better to insert the feet from above or from below.

In the end, she thought about it and decided that it would be better not to insert wooden stakes. She immediately used her trump card and cried loudly, "Father, mother, why is my daughter so miserable?"

Not to mention marrying into a palace by mistake, and then sleeping in the open air and doing some bullshit private visits in disguise, and now I have to ~ woo woo ~ stick a wooden stake in my own feet.”

As she cried, Murong Qianqian really felt that her life was a little bit miserable, and tears fell down her cheeks. She was worthy of being an acting star, and the sadness on her face was really pitiable.

It is estimated that Xuanyuan Yao must have been very involved in the performance, so he raised the corners of his eyes slightly, but his eyes met each other, but there were two eyes watching the show.

Xuanyuan Yao leaned back and rested his back on a big rock, "You look very beautiful when you cry."

"Nonsense, I am beautiful no matter what I look like." Murong Qianqian retorted without hesitation.

After saying that, I was stunned, but when I thought about it, talking about being soft-hearted with Xuanyuan Yao was like playing the piano to a cow, but you can't really step in your own feet.

At this time, she felt that she needed to have a good negotiation with him. She wiped away her bitter tears and said as if sobbing: "Yao Yao,

You see, although I made a mistake in commanding, the fault is not all my fault. You still have a pair of sharp eyes, so why do you act blindly?

Furthermore, if I kick myself in the ass, and you and I each injure one leg, how will we go on our way, don't you think? If I don't injure myself, I can occasionally carry you for a couple of steps, right?"

Xuanyuan Yao tilted his head, looking very patient. When he heard this, he sat up slightly and said, "Then it's a deal, you carry me."

In fact, Xuanyuan Yao just wanted Murong Qianqian to help him bandage his wounds, but since she took the initiative to propose this good idea, he would reluctantly accept it.

The night fell like a curtain, and the sky was filled with stars.

Murong Qianqian walked along the river step by step. The flying reed flowers choked her and she couldn't help but sneeze. When her feet went weak, she almost fell and was bitten by the dog.

"Keep walking, don't drop me!" Xuanyuan Yao's tablet voice sounded from behind.

Taking a deep breath, Murong Qianqian suddenly heard a melancholy erhu tune in her mind. When she thought of herself as the goddess of the nation, carrying a grown man on her back and walking in the suburbs with no village or shop in front of her, she suddenly felt very miserable.

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She couldn't remember how she passed that night. She only remembered every step and a drop of blood and tears, and lamented countless times about the desolation and failure of life.

It's just that she doesn't know that the more bleak and tragic life is not now, but the future that is within reach.
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