A man was lazily reclining on the couch, wearing a large robe woven with purple brocade. His eyebrows seemed to be a blend of fairy and demonic auras, and his beauty and beauty carried deep-seated charm with phoenix eyes and starry eyes.
With one sweep, Xu Zijie's heart seemed to be cut out, and it could only beat up and down with the flow of his eyes. His slender crystal fingers held an emerald green dragon and phoenix wine glass. The color of the wine was as bright as broken jade, and it stung Xu Zijie's eyes.
Without moving his eyes downward, he noticed that his feet covered with stockings were exposed outside his robe.
It shrank quietly in a corner, as if it was slender and boneless, but it aroused the love and pity in people's hearts. Mo Shanghua stared at it obliviously. It wasn't until Jun Beiyu coughed that she smiled awkwardly. She swallowed the dry foam in her mouth, and her face couldn't help but burn.
Red, Jun Beiyu is very handsome. He is as dim as a particle of dust and shines like a diamond.
Mo Shanghua sighed
"well……"
Jun Beiyu opened his eyes and turned to look at her
"What’s wrong with you?"
Mo Shanghua shook her head gently and sat on the chair, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes.
"This harem is so disgusting"
Jun Beiyu looked at her funny, isn't this what the harem should be like?
The women in the harem are scheming, and the people in the court are flattering
He doesn't know which one is true and which one is false
He is also a human being, not a god
Who can understand his bitterness?
"Maybe she loves you," Mo Shanghua said quietly
"The depth of the ocean water in the world of humanity is not even half as deep as lovesickness."
There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to lovesickness.
Carrying the piano up to a high building, the building is full of moonlight
Playing the love song, my strings suddenly broke."
Mo Shanghua memorized the poem calmly
"If a woman loves a man, she should be able to do anything for him. In fact, this kind of love is the most hurtful."
Jun Beiyu looked at her
"What's hurtful?"
"Because without one's own position, without one's own dignity, without one's own thinking, this is the most sad and hurtful thing. In fact, we don't want this kind of love."
Jun Beiyu smiled. It was Mo Shanghua who was talking. He was willing to listen. He just liked chatting with her because that was the most real thing.
"how about you?"
Mo Shanghua also asked herself lightly, yes?
what about me?
Will I give everything for the person I love?
Will he also lose his own position, his own dignity, and his own thinking?
Looking at Jun Beiyu indifferently, is he the person who makes me the most miserable?
