I looked at the trees full of flowers and felt filled with emotion.
"Queen, dinner is ready. Please come over and have a meal."
Quan'er's voice floated into my ears. I turned around, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay."
There were many dishes and they were very exquisite. I looked at them and said to her: "There are no outsiders here. Come and sit down. We, master and servant, will eat together."
After hearing this, Quan'er quickly said: "No, no, no, Queen, you eat first, and the slaves will wait on you."
I smiled and said: "It's okay to come and sit down. I'll tell the people in the imperial dining room later that only four dishes will be enough from now on. There's no need for so many dishes. It's a waste if you can't finish them all. You can sit down together."
Quan'er quickly responded and then timidly sat down next to me.
After eating, when he was about to take a rest, Quan'er asked: "My dear, I wonder if the king will come tonight?"
I was stunned for a moment and said: "Whether he comes to love or not, it has nothing to do with me. I don't want to sleep with him."
"Really? It seems that I make the queen very angry?" As he spoke, he was already in front of her. He was wearing a bright yellow robe, which looked very refreshing and clean. He said, "It's just that I'm not very clear about what made the queen so angry."
Not satisfied?"
His voice was very cold with a strong sarcasm. I rolled my eyes at him. Although his figure was a little fat, he was well maintained and relatively strong. The wounds on his face had also scabbed, and the wounds on both sides were
The redness and swelling have subsided, gradually revealing his original face
I said: "Because I want to keep a certain distance from you. When you have nothing to do on weekdays, you'd better stay away from me. The further away the better, and finally don't see me again in the future."
He walked slowly in front of me, stopped, and looked at me with his twinkling eyes, which made me feel uncomfortable, so I took a few steps back and said, "You know I won't like you."
"I didn't ask you to like me, you are just my plaything. When I need to vent, you come in handy."
He said, with a hint of disdain in his understatement, soft, like the catkins flying in the air. It seemed as if what I said was so childish and boring, and he would never be able to like me.