Yuan Qing Ling said: "You have to promise me first."
"Stop talking nonsense and eat!" He took her wrist with one hand and pulled her over, "Eat something with me."
"I've eaten and drank the soup."
"Then serve me the king's meal."
"Yes!" Yuan Qingling rolled his eyes.
He seemed to be extremely hungry. After a meal, there was no trace of rice left.
"Are you so hungry? Do you want me to ask someone to cook something for you?" She remembered that he ate very sparingly, and eating so crazily showed that he was very hungry.
"No, please wait for me to change my clothes. I want to see you in the palace."
Yuan Qing jumped up and said happily: "Yes!"
The two returned to Xiaoyue Pavilion. Yuan Qingling opened the wardrobe and saw the clothes neatly folded. She turned around and asked him, "Which one should I wear?"
"Official uniform!" he said angrily.
"Oh!" She closed the closet, walked to the clothes rack, took down the official uniform she took off when she came back today, and reached out to touch the exquisite embroidery, which was a symbol of power.
The purple robe is tied around the waist, and the gold and jade belt is properly separated from the top to the bottom, with perfect proportions.
As soon as he put on his official hat, his sharp edge seemed to be sharpened, and his whole person became steady and down-to-earth.
It was Yuan Qingling's first time to serve him. Although the work of serving others was very tedious, she was happy today.
He couldn't help but become frivolous in his words, "Your Majesty is so good-looking."
"Get out!" He glared at her.
"Yes, get out in a minute." She said flatteringly, not wanting to offend the uncle.
Yu Wenhao's eyebrows were actually filled with a smile, and he glanced sideways at Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling's heart skipped a beat and she looked at him blankly.
"Are you stunned?" He didn't need her to help him change his boots, he sat down and put them on himself.
Yuan Qingling came back to her senses, "No, I was thinking about how to make your scars lighter."
"No need, I am not a girl." Yu Wenhao stood up and was half a head taller than Yuan Qingling. Yuan Qingling felt that she should be about 1.65 meters tall. Based on the calculation of a head of 22 centimeters, visual inspection
He should be about 1.85 meters tall, no more than 1.87 meters tall.
The height difference is a bit big, and there are no high heels here, so walking next to him makes me look too short.
Hey, what height are you trying to calculate here? It’s terrible!
Watching Yu Wenhao go out, Yuan Qingling slowly walked back to the room. She thought about following him into the palace, but at this time she was probably extremely frightened, panicked, and injured, and wanted to rest in the mansion.
This is pitiful enough.
But my mind couldn't calm down. Thinking of that heart-pounding moment just now, it seemed as if there was an electric current running from my toes to my forehead, and then to all my limbs.
This is illogical.
Yu Wenhao is a scumbag, he often uses rude words and his tone is never kind. You can't treat him with new eyes just because of his occasional kindness, or even ignore past grudges.
Yuan Qingling, you can't be so cheap, and a person's sincerity cannot be given casually.
She must be suffering from Stockholm syndrome. The most obvious symptom of this disease is a sense of dependence and trust on people who have hurt her.
This is a disease and must be treated as early as possible.
The treatment method is to establish a positive attitude and not give in to reality easily. Understand the weakness of the offender, wait for opportunities to launch a self-defensive counterattack, and establish a system to restrict the offender from doing evil.
After a moment of arrogance, she immediately softened again. She didn't want to go against him at all. What should I do?