"Yes I would like to meet you and ask you what you are going to do with me? I believe that after I was set up by you the first time we met, you already know that I do not want to marry you and you will find that offensive,
It hurts your self-esteem because you are an arrogant king."
"I won't be offended," he said, noticing that she had sat up, so he sat on the other side of her bed and looked at her: "Everyone has the right to choose whether to love or not, right?
Even if I am a king, how can I order all women to fall in love with me? Everyone has their own opinions, and I cannot fall in love with a woman casually. But I want to ask you, that day you said you
There is only one person I want to marry, who is he? Huh?" At this time, he came closer to her, which invisibly put pressure on her.
She felt her breathing was heavy, her heartbeat was racing, and her blood was rushing to her forehead... This was a natural reaction when she fell into shyness. "Can you please keep your distance from me?" She said dryly, and he agreed, slightly pulling away from her.
She was no longer afraid of him because of the distance between her and she found that he was a gentleman. She cleared her throat and said: "Although I once liked that person, there is no way that we can have any results because he already likes him very much."
A woman got married and they were very happy, and their first child was about to be born.”
"Do you feel sorry? You can't be with him!" He murmured, and before she could answer, he said directly: "You know? There is always a girl in my mind..." He couldn't help it.
He scratched her nose with his fingertip: "...you look at me like this, so I feel that I am particularly familiar with you. Did we meet somewhere?"
"Meet?" Is it possible? She looked at his bronze mask: "I have never seen your face, how do I know if we have met? In this way, you take off your mask, and I will know if we have met.
We've met before." She reached out to pick it off before he agreed, but he dodged it, looking flustered. "No," he leaned back and said, "I don't want to take it off. It makes me safe.
I don’t want others to see my face.”
"Why?"
"No reason"
She joked: "It's easy for others to seek power and usurp the throne like you."
"How should I say?" Her words had already aroused his interest, and he felt that talking to her was a particularly pleasant thing.
"Because," she said quietly: "...others can pretend to be you as long as they put on a mask exactly like yours and put on your clothes. No courtier dares to ask their king to take off his mask and see his face, so
You are in danger. I advise you to show your true colors to others."
"Then you don't know something." He stretched out his left hand, pointed at a green shiny ring on his index finger and said to her: "It's called Green Ruyi, and it is the symbol of the supreme power of our Si Zhao Kingdom. It is very
It's strange. Only an orthodox king can hold it tightly. Only by wearing it can one sit firmly on the throne of the palace and not be rejected by it. So no one can pretend to be me." She looked at Lu Ruyi and noticed that it