Yu Wenhao strode back to the room. Yuan Qingling was sitting in front of the dressing table taking off her makeup. She didn't ask Man'er to wait on her. He saw her cold face in the bronze mirror.
Yu Wenhao moved a chair to sit next to her, held her shoulders and turned her around, and said seriously: "Old Yuan, I want to criticize you severely. We had an agreement before. We can't hide things in our hearts. If we have any doubts,
If you have any dissatisfaction, you must speak frankly. But you have been sulking with me for a whole day. When I asked you what happened, you didn't say a word and pretended not to care. If Xu Yi hadn't confessed to me, I wouldn't have done it.
I know why you are angry, is this fair to me?"
Yuan Qingling looked at his angry face, shrugged, and said nonchalantly: "It's nothing, I won't argue with a dead man."
"You really don't care?" Yu Wenhao asked.
Yuan Qingling turned her head and quietly wiped the makeup on her face. Suddenly, she threw the wet towel on the dressing table, her almond-shaped eyes widened, "Why do you want to pay homage to Chu Mingcui? I almost died because of her.
Isn’t the hatred of killing your wife in your hands enough to outweigh the beauty you once had?"
Yu Wenhao clicked his tongue, "Look, you clearly care, and you pretend to be so generous. Why don't you ask if you mind? You're still sulking, feeling wronged, and you think you're right, right?"
"Are you going to say it?" Yuan Qingling saw that he kept making sarcastic remarks and kicked her away in anger. Yu Wenhao grabbed her feet and pulled her. Yuan Qingling leaned back and was about to fall. A big hand
He grabbed her clothes, pulled her up and kneaded her directly into his strong arms.
The iron arm circled her waist and placed it on the dressing table. Yu Wenhao pressed down hard and bit her lip like a punishment. He was really hard. Yuan Qingling felt the pain and pushed her knees up. Yu Wenhao had known it.
Her routine was to press her knees with her legs, and spit a domineering breath on her slightly sullen face, "Are you still fierce? You are so awesome for fighting a man. I really thought I would just listen to you all the time."
Do you dare to rebel? I have no temper? You can just be angry with me as long as you want?"
Yuan Qingling was so pressed by him that he could not move, and his lips were bitten so painfully. Thinking of his offering sacrifices to Chu Mingcui, she felt aggrieved and her eyes were red.
Yu Wenhao is a man who doesn't take soft and hard things to the outside world, but towards her, he takes both hard and soft things. Especially when she softens and wants to cry, he has no choice. The masculine majesty that has grown up is suddenly wiped out by her tears.
Qi Qi surrendered, "Why are you still crying? Can you still be as arrogant as before? I can't help you once you cry."
He let go of her, then held her in his arms again, coaxing: "Why would I go to worship Chu Mingcui? Don't you have such little faith in me?"
Yuan Qingling wiped her eyes, her eyelashes stained with wet mist, and said aggrievedly: "Then what's going on? Mr. Xu Yi will not dare to assign you randomly."
Yu Wenhao pulled her to sit down and said seriously: "Can you trust what Xu Yi said? He doesn't dare to organize, but his copper-plate-sized brain is full of tofu, don't you know?"
"Then you haven't been to Chu Mingcui's grave?" Yuan Qingling asked.
Yu Wenhao hesitated, "I've been there before."
Seeing Yuan Qing's eyebrows tightening again, he hurriedly explained: "However, I didn't go there on purpose. When Jing Ting came, didn't I take him out for several days? There is a kind of mineral in their territory of Da Zhou.
It's the kind of mineral they use to smelt new weapons. If it has to be transported from Dazhou, the journey is long and troublesome. If we also have this kind of mineral in the Northern Tang Dynasty, they can teach us the smelting technology, so I brought it with me.
He ran all over the mountain to see if there was one here. When he arrived at Fengshan Mountain in Yunduan, he found out that Chu Mingcui was buried outside the Chu family's ancestral grave. The Chu family had a monument for Chu Mingcui. He didn't write anything else, but just wrote her, Chu Mingcui.
We didn’t worship Chu Mingcui’s name at all, and Xu Yi didn’t follow him at that time. It was Jingting and I who mentioned this when we went back. When Xu Yi, a brainless guy, heard about Chu Mingcui’s grave, he thought I was bringing Jingting with him.
After going to worship her, he took it as a big secret and told Ah Si that this was the case. If he said anything false, the sky would thunder and I would die badly."
After hearing his explanation, Yuan Qingling felt relieved and guilty for a while, and then said honestly and honestly: "Actually, to be honest, even if you go to worship her, I don't care. As I just said, I won't and won't
Maybe you are arguing with a dead man. Besides, don’t I still believe you? So, you don’t have to explain so much to me. I understand everything and I’m not angry.”
He glanced sideways at her, "Really? Do you really believe me and have you never been sulky about this?"