I think this is fate, because he has so many women in his harem, but the only one he cares about is me, who cannot be canonized as a concubine; and Fu Donglou is not the only man who has confessed to me that he likes me.
Only one person, but I was deeply moved by his affection.
It is precisely because his person cannot completely belong to me, and if I were the princess, I would never marry him. This love with no future is like poison wrapped in seductive honey, which makes people want to abandon reality and just
Immerse yourself in the small spiritual world that belongs to the two of us.
That feeling is really sweeter than honey.
When other people are around, he is a high-ranking emperor, a diligent, ascetic and majestic king of a country.
In this situation, Fu Donglou didn't even dare to give me a look, because all it took was a small look from him, and I would immediately burn myself to death, and then turn into a silly girl looking at him without blinking.
It is estimated that if this continues, even the slow-witted old lady will guess that there is something going on between me and Fu Donglou. It is definitely not my fault that a veteran actor has suddenly degenerated into an acting idiot.
, this is love’s fault!
When we get along in private, he becomes my Fu Donglou, with a little focus, a little cunning, and some intoxicating maturity. The little thought of secretly falling in love only surrounds me and Fu Donglou
Go, that feeling is really wonderful. Not only is it impossible to stop, it is like a moth seeing the light of fire. Apart from being excited and desperate, it never wants to do anything else.
I am using my brain every day, trying to figure out what Fu Donglou said. I really want to know when did he fall in love with me?
But Fu Donglou stubbornly resisted and had no intention of telling me. He even perfunctoryly asked me to wait to read his last words, and I would know then.
I spent all my IQ and kept trying to guess, and then I finally thought of something, and asked Fu Donglou some not-so-sound questions in a calm tone, "Could it be that when I was a child... I stripped naked and got into the bath?"
Bucket, that time when I framed you? You were shocked by my charming figure and snow-white skin at that time, and your love for me overflowed from then on, and then you couldn't control it, right?"
Fu Donglou didn't say a word, and continued to flip through the book, ignoring me at all.
I ignored his contempt and just leaned into his ear, insulting him with inhumane words, "I should have guessed, Fu Donglou, that you are a pedophile. It's true that I have been able to live freely in the tiger's mouth for so long."
It’s not easy... Hey, wait a minute, at that time you probably didn’t know that I was a fake princess, so how could I fall in love with my niece who is seven years younger than me? Oh, I think I know, Fu Donglou is actually you
It’s a fetish, right?”
Fu Donglou: "..."
"So, you'd better tell me frankly," I patted him on the shoulder with great love, "otherwise, I will be able to guess more possibilities, and for each of them, I will whisper in your ear
I’m nagging, but you have to believe that I will definitely do what I say.”
Fu Donglou glanced at me with disdain, and then continued to turn a page of the book, "Although I like you, it does not prevent me from worrying about the possibility of 'Has your brain been shot by an arrow'?
Will you understand me?"
Of course I won't understand such a venomous mouth, "What do you like about me? You won't die if you tell me. Even if you admit it's because you are greedy for my beauty, it won't hinder your aura. Really
"If you don't tell me, one day I won't be happy and don't want to play with you anymore, so I'll just run away from the palace and go into the world. Don't cry too sadly then."
Fu Donglou stared at the book intently, and uttered a sentence in his mouth flatly: "One kick is used to describe the death of a person. Read more, Xin'er."
I:"……"
Seeing that I had been silent for a long time, Fu Donglou finally put down the old book, stared at my eyes intently, and said slowly: "When I ascend the throne, I will suddenly think of you. After all, we have been together under the same roof for so many years.
I thought it was because I was not used to the new environment, so it was normal for me to think of you; but during the wedding, I suddenly and involuntarily imagined that the person wearing the wedding dress was you."
I:"……"
Fu Donglou continued to answer me: "I don't know when I fell in love with you. It was only then that I finally discovered that I had been in love for a long time. Even when I was fulfilling my obligations in the harem, I had to imagine that person.
Only when you become you can you continue to do it. What else do you want to know? Just ask."
My face felt a little hot, it must have been as red as a monkey, "...Your Majesty, you are busy. Your little sweetheart will leave now."
Last time, there was a chain reaction of a cold, and it took Mrs. Gao to treat me for more than two months before I was completely healed; this time, an innocent person was shot with an arrow in an assassination, and I had to torment Dr. Gao's old bones for half a year.
, and then he tremblingly retired to his hometown.
But when it's cloudy and rainy, my wound starts to hurt a little, and I have more and more common topics to talk about with those who have cold legs.
While I was recuperating, military information from the front came at a rapid pace. Fu Donglou did not open my letter this time. The soldier who reported the military information came in person and handed me a letter with a stern tone.
I looked at the six words on the envelope, "Her Majesty Xiyuan", but did not open it to read. My thoughts seemed to have flown to Java, "What weapons does General Lian use well?"
The soldier suddenly heard my question, and his expression was quite confused, "If I tell the princess, it's the Cloud-Zhanying Sword, a gift from the emperor."
"Oh, I'm just asking casually." I tapped my fingers rhythmically on the table, and asked casually: "When will he come back?"
Xiaobing: "When I return to the princess, General Lian said that I can see you in no more than three months."
I nodded and the soldier retreated.
I did not open Lian Zheng's letter in the end. I put it intact into the brazier. The flames lit it and the paper gradually rolled up. Just when it was about to turn into ashes, I scanned the familiar words - "Thinking".
"Qing"
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