She had been stared at by a face that was exactly the same as this one countless times, but she had never been as at a loss as she was now. Pan Zhuqing's face was very handsome, which could be said to be fascinating. There was no hint of ferocity or cruelty in his expression, but I don't know.
Why, it always gave her a vague sense of danger. It was this imperceptible sense of danger that allowed her to clearly distinguish the difference between him and Jiang Haoran.
Jiang Haoran was as clear and harmless as the rising sun, but Pan Zhuqing...she really couldn't see through it.
She admitted that he had a charm that many people could not resist. In addition to his impeccable appearance, he was always calm, calm and indestructible. There must be many women who dream of being protected under his wings. Just like
As he said himself, he was confident and capable of protecting himself and the woman he liked at any time. But she could also draw the conclusion that once his love turned into a sharp blade, it would separate himself and his.
The one you love will be dragged into hell together, and there will be no recovery.
Her panicked thoughts were suddenly interrupted by him: "Is it Pan Zhuqing or Jiang Haoran that you are looking at now?" When asking this question, he squinted his eyes and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly for a moment.
She woke up suddenly and realized that she had stared at him so impolitely for a long time. "Of course it's Pan Zhuqing. You and him are different."
His expression softened a lot: "That's best, otherwise I will feel a little hurt."
Perhaps because Pan Zhuqing is not afraid of ghosts and gods, he rarely dreams when sleeping. This night, he was disturbed by continuous dreams and could not have a moment of peace. However, the nightmare that entered his dream was none other than what he had dreamed about during the day.
The woman I long for in my heart——Gong Yueyue.
First, she was crying so hard that she chased after him.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
Then she clutched his robe and refused to let go.
"Take me away, take me away!"
"Take me away, okay?"
"No matter who you are, take me away... please..."
Then another night flashed through his mind like a frame skipping, when they were beaten all over by a group of angry people... He asked cautiously: "Are you really not afraid of being friends with me?"
Her delicate face was full of firmness and bravery: "Don't be afraid."
"But something like this may happen again today..."
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, I will definitely help you block the eggs."
Then, on the day of his birthday, what she said while standing behind the screen to encourage the humiliated Fu Yunshi: "He never cares about what others say, he just does himself..."
All the plots came and went in his dream, crushing his consciousness. Her face, smiling, crying, angry, and shrewd, was always tempting him in a place that was within his reach but always out of reach.
his senses.
Finally, the dream ends with a sentence that is repeated over and over again.
"It doesn't matter, whether it's life or death, I'll be with him."
"It doesn't matter, whether it's life or death, I'll be with him."
"I'm just accompanying him..."
When she said this, her smiling yet stubborn expression was tearing at Pan Zhuqing's heart like sharp claws. This was the first time in his life that he had experienced such strong jealousy and unwillingness.
After waking up, he was almost suffocated by the silence and darkness around him. He casually knocked over the corner table beside the bed, leaving the vase and tea cup broken on the floor.
The guard standing guard outside the door pushed in and asked, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
"go out."
He fell back into the soft pillow again. In the whole room, there was only one pair of sharp eyes.
If the person she met first was him, Pan Zhuqing, everything would be different...
If he had taken her away at all costs when they first met, everything would have been different...
If he had made up his mind earlier, everything would have been different...
If it weren't for Zhao Changyuan...everything would be different.
At the same time, Zhao Changyuan, whom Pan Zhuqing was thinking about deeply, was in the desert and did not sleep peacefully. Instead, he lay on his side on the bed, holding a piece of clothing in his hand, and muttering in his mouth as if chanting sutras.
A strange aura behind him made him suddenly alert. He turned over and dropped the knife from the sky, but stopped when he was about to hit the target. "Mrs. Gu." The person who came was actually the mistress of the Ming Cult, Ang Yue's wife.
Mother.
"You are very vigilant. I did not find the wrong person." She spoke softly, but it was enough for him to hear every word. "Is there anything you want to say to me?"
Zhao Changyuan nodded slightly and said: "Madam's estimate is correct. I have seen with my own eyes that these people really have intersections."
She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then asked: "Did you find out what they said during their meeting in the Central Plains?"
He turned his face away and hid his expression in the darkness: "Originally, I planned to sneak in and hear what happened, but something unexpected happened along the way."
She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Have you been discovered?"
He turned his face and looked straight at her, not hiding the hatred on his face: "It's your daughter who wants to take the opportunity to kill my wife."
"Madam, it's best to advise her not to do these stupid things again. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will die with her." Zhao Changyuan said very seriously. His patience with Ang Yue has basically reached the limit of what he can bear.
.On the day she assassinated Gong Yueyue, if he hadn't poured cold well water on himself desperately to quench the murderous intention in his heart, he might have killed her on the spot. He didn't kill women, but this woman was most likely a
exception.
The leader's wife raised her pretty eyebrows and smiled: "I will advise her. But in the future, don't call me Mrs. Gu again."
Seeing Zhao Changyuan's confused look, she added: "If you want, just call me Aunt Qing."
He said nothing and lowered his head silently. He didn't know the details of whether this woman was good or evil, so how could he be willing to get close to her? He, Zhao Changyuan, was a simple and straightforward person, not so smooth and hypocritical. This "Auntie"
", he couldn't stop shouting.
His unwillingness to cooperate was completely noticed by her. She couldn't help but shake her head and laugh: "You are so dull and dull, I don't know how you make your wife happy on weekdays?"
Hearing the other party mention Gong Yueyue, the pretty boy suddenly became energetic as if he had been replaced with two new batteries. He raised his head, his cheeks were a little red: "It's all her who makes me happy... I can't blame her..."
His poetic feelings melted the heart of the leader's wife. She turned her face sideways, smiled for a long time, and finally took out a medicine bottle from her sleeve and handed it to him: "Remember, it will be effective only if there is no food in the belly."
He took the medicine bottle and felt the cool touch against his palm. "Thank you..."
She still smiled softly and warmly: "You don't have to thank me, everyone just gets what they need."
After a while, he was the only one left in the room. He carefully picked up the small medicine bottle, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it again and again, as if he was looking at all his hopes and future.
After walking out of the oppressive tower, the leader's wife found it difficult to relieve her depression, so she simply went outdoors alone and submerged herself under the desert starry sky.
The magnificent pagoda behind her has trapped her like a shackle for forty years. Saint, saint's wife... these gorgeous and heavy titles are not what she wants. She just dreams of being an ordinary woman.
Hiding in the arms of your lover, you can see all the flowers of the four seasons and taste the water from all directions.
Zhao Changyuan is a lovely man. If not for fate, she would have an equally lovely man...
She thought a lot quietly for a long time, but she didn't know when a figure stood behind her. When she was tired and sleepy, she got up to leave, and was startled by this uninvited guest.
The other person was tall and tall, with a majestic appearance, and there were some familiar marks in his eyebrows. "It's you." She was a little surprised.
"Long time no see, Lu Ranqing." He also had a pleasant smile, and there was no trace of malice around him.
She couldn't help walking up and looking her long-lost friend up and down: "It's been so long, I almost didn't recognize you."
He said happily: "But you haven't changed at all."
"You really know how to talk, just like you did more than 20 years ago. I was a young boy then, and now I am a woman and a woman. How come I haven't changed at all?" Even so, she said
In my heart, I was still comforted by the other party's kind words of flattery.
"Ran Qing, how are you doing? After all these years, I still miss you very much." When he said this, there was unconcealable tenderness in his eyes.
But she curled her lips: "You left resolutely at the beginning, so why bother thinking about me again?"
After saying that, seeing the embarrassment on the other person's face, he added with a smile: "But no matter what, he has already married a wife and had children, and let it go so completely. It's hard for you, an outsider, to still worry about me. It's not in vain."
I’ll make you my friend, Brother Cao.”
He also smiled self-deprecatingly: "What I, Cao Ruirong, miss most in my life are the carefree years when I was young. Of course, the most unforgettable ones are you old friends."
After hearing this, Lu Ranqing deliberately raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Oh? So you came all the way this time just to visit me, an old friend?"
The smile on Cao Rui's face became more and more stiff and awkward, and finally he changed to a pleading expression: "Ran Qing... Zhao'er is innocent. And... he is a good boy. Don't embarrass him...
"
"Hahahaha, it's really strange. Now that he knows he is in my hands, his father is calm and indifferent, and he has to bother you, an uncle, to come and ask for help." Even though there is still a smile on his face, at this time
At this moment, waves of resentment and dissatisfaction clearly flashed through her eyes. Zhao Xiong, Zhao Xiong, are you so unwilling to meet her?
"Zhao'er... is my apprentice. I watched him grow up, so naturally I don't want anything to happen to him." Because of this, Cao Rui has never begged anyone else in his life. Now at such an old age, he still has to be shy to beg women.
Lu Ranqing probably thought that Cao Rui's appearance was rare to see in a hundred years, so she actually started teasing him: "Really, then you are a step too late, so you can only bring back his body."
"What?" Cao Rui felt his eyes blurred and almost collapsed to the ground. When he saw the corners of the other party's mouth twitching uncontrollably, he realized that he had been fooled. "Ran Qing, don't tease me." (To be continued.