We had dinner in the flower hall. I don’t know why, but the atmosphere was very depressing. Even Ling’er, who was chirping in the Qingcheng room just now, stopped talking. Instead, she tilted her head and opened her bright eyes, which was strange.
He looked at Qingcheng and then at Wuhua.
Qingcheng lowered his head to eat, not knowing what to say.
Wuhua looked at Qingcheng and then at Ling'er, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
A handful of green vegetables was put into Qingcheng's bowl.
Qingcheng raised his head buried in the bowl and Wuhua looked at her with a smile. Qingcheng whispered thank you and continued to eat rice with his head down.
When Han Ling saw this scene, she felt aggrieved and reached out to Wuhua with the bowl: "Brother, I want it too."
"Okay." Wuhua smiled fondly, picked up a piece of fish and put it into Han Ling's bowl.
Unexpectedly, Han Ling pouted and turned her face to one side: "Brother is biased. He likes sister and doesn't like Ling'er anymore. I want the one that brother gave to sister." As she said that, her big eyes were shining with tears.
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"Ling'er is good! My brother likes Ling'er the most. My sister likes to eat vegetables. Doesn't Ling'er like to eat fish?" Wuhua smiled and frowned slightly, reaching out to touch Ling'er's head.
Unexpectedly, Han Ling not only didn't appreciate it, she twisted her body and avoided Wu Hua's hand, and her tears of grievance fell down.
Qingcheng shook his head and chuckled, then quickly picked up a handful of green vegetables and gave it to Han Ling.
Han Ling immediately broke into a smile and stretched out her bowl to take the dish with expectation on her face. But Wuhua took the dish out of her bowl before her, and said thank you with a greedy smile.
When Han Ling saw it, she stared at Wuhua with her eyes wide open in disbelief, tears flashing in her eyes. Finally, she cried out: "Brother, I hate you." She threw away the bowl in her hand, stood up, and
Ran out.
"Ling'er." Wuhua shouted urgently. He didn't have time to say anything to Qingcheng, so he quickly chased after her.
Qingcheng looked at all this in disbelief and shook his head: What a pair of siblings who are unpredictable.
I can't control it, and it's not my business. Let's eat! We'll leave tomorrow.
When Qingcheng was about to finish eating, Wuhua came back alone. When he walked in, he smiled at Qingcheng like a self-deprecater: "Ling'er is really a child with a temper, and it's gone now."
Qingcheng said "Oh", put down the bowl and stood up: "I'm done eating, please use it slowly."
Wuhua was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "Okay."
Back in the room, Shao'er didn't know where he was going. There was no light in the room and it was completely dark. Qingcheng lit the candle and looked around the room. He was leaving tomorrow.
Sitting in front of the Linghua Mirror, he untied the black clouds with his hands. Qingcheng touched his fair and tender face and looked at the beauty in the mirror. It had been a long time since he had taken a good look at himself, and now he was becoming more and more accustomed to this.
Zhang Jiaoyan's unfamiliar face appeared.
The door of the room creaked softly, and Qingcheng said without looking back: "Shao'er, where were you just now? Have you eaten? I will leave tomorrow, and I haven't thanked you properly for the past few days.
Take care of me!"
For a long time, there was no sound behind him. He turned around and saw Wuhua, dressed in fiery red clothes, looking at him with a somewhat obsessed look.
"It's so late, I'm almost asleep, do you have anything else to do?" Qingcheng turned back to face the mirror and continued to remove the headdress and earrings.
Wuhua didn't answer, walked over gently, stood behind Qingcheng, raised his hand and stroked Qingcheng's soft hair, lowered his head close to Qingcheng's face, and a bewitching voice came: "Look
We are so well matched!”
Qingcheng looked carefully in the mirror.
Next to the two people, one red and one white, one is very enchanting, with a sharp look between his brows, but his eyes are full of tenderness. One is beautiful and refined, with eyes as clear and clear as a pool of clear water in spring, and lips as red and petite,
The cheeks are dyed with Xia Fei, making them even more delicate.
Looking at it, Qingcheng felt a little confused. He touched the pretty face and still vaguely remembered the face of that pale, strange woman in his mind.
"Qingcheng, can you not leave here?" Wuhua pressed close to his face, and the voice seemed to come from a distant place, full of confusion.
"Yeah." As if being tempted, Qingcheng couldn't help but responded.
Qingcheng's hand somehow moved from his face to his neck, and moved all the way down, as if the heat all over his body needed to be relieved, and he would only feel comfortable after touching it.
"Qingcheng." Wuhua murmured and touched Qingcheng's face, which immediately felt soothed, cold and very comfortable.
"I'm very hot." He grabbed Wuhua's hand and pulled his collar. Everywhere his hand touched was ice cold.
Wuhua called out in a low voice: "Qingcheng." He held her in his arms and kissed her like raindrops on Qingcheng's eyes and eyebrows...
"Yeah." Qingcheng screamed, stood up and reached out to pull Wuhua's clothes. The heat in her body seemed to be in urgent need of relief.
"Bang bang" the Linghua mirror on the dressing table was swept away. The light reflected from the bronze mirror flashed through Qingcheng's eyes.
Qingcheng shuddered: What are you doing?
Pushing Wuhua away hard, she covered her clothes in shame and glared at him: "What did you do to me?"
There seemed to be some tide in Wuhua's eyes that did not recede. He squinted at Qingcheng with confused eyes, but walked towards her without answering.
"Don't come over." Qingcheng stepped back in horror, seeing that he had no intention of stopping. He panicked and grabbed the things at hand and threw them at him.
The mirror just hit him, and Wuhua stopped, with a hint of pain in his eyes: "I just want you to stay. If you don't want to marry Jingren, then don't marry. Isn't it good to stay here?
?I’ll save your wet nurse and maid, okay? Don’t leave.”
Wuhua said softly, walked over to Qingcheng again, grabbed her, and lightly touched Qingcheng's hot and red cheek with her fingers, which immediately became cold and relieved.
"Don't touch me." Qingcheng backed away in fear, using his hands to support himself, trying to avoid his touch. But in his mind, he wanted to lean towards him, and his body was extremely eager to be touched by him.
"Qingcheng." Wuhuarou's voice called.
His eyes began to blur, and his whole body became limp and gradually lost control. Looking at Wuhua, Qingcheng's still sober mind knew that his heart was eager to be close to him, and his hands and feet began to move involuntarily.
He reached for his waist with trembling hands, pulled out the dagger with his still-functioning hand, and stabbed his arm quickly and hard.
"No." Wuhua screamed, but it was too late. Bright red blood also flowed out from the wound, dyeing the white clothes red, like strange flowers in the dark night.
The severe pain in the arm muscles quickly spread to the brain, and the person suddenly became more awake, and the desires in the heart were also transferred to the arm.