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Chapter 18 Under her spell

It was precisely because she had seen through these things that Yun Niang completely gave up the idea of ​​marrying Li Longji - instead of giving up everything to be his woman and rarely die a happy death, it is better to be his confidante like she is now and still get a good life.

It will last a long time. Moreover, Yun Niang has also figured out the man's thoughts - a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as stealing, and stealing is not as good as not being able to steal. This sentence is not wrong at all! So Yun Niang will still stay in Guiyun Pavilion

, just to create this sense of instability for Li Longji, so as to maintain his freshness and attraction to Li Longji!

Alas, being a woman is difficult, being a woman who falls in love with a man is even harder, being a woman who falls in love with a powerful man who has many wives and concubines is even more difficult!

"Yun Niang, I want to discuss something with you," Li Longji said while letting Yun Niang help him dress.

"Whatever happens, I'll just tell you." Yun Niang hid the misery in her heart and put on the cynical look that fascinated Li Longji the most.

"You." Sure enough, Li Longji doted on her again and pinched her pretty nose before saying: "The girl I brought today, I want her to live with you temporarily, do you think it's okay?"

"Let her live here?" Yun Niang didn't understand. "Isn't she going to assassinate you? If you don't take her back for interrogation or detention, why would you leave her here? And if she is really a heroine, we Guiyun

How can you live with a few prostitutes in the pavilion?"

After listening to Yun Niang's words, Li Longji smiled enigmatically:

"If you can't help it, just let her go."

"Let her go? So, you mean to let her go?"

Li Longji still had that warm and elegant smile on his face, as if he was drinking and talking poetry with friends:

"I didn't want to let her go! Whether she really wanted to kill me or just wanted to get close to me, she was just a pawn, so I didn't care whether she lived or died, left or stayed, I just wanted to know her

Who is the person behind this!"

Somehow, looking at Li Longji's expression and hearing him say such words, Yun Niang couldn't help but shudder:

'What kind of man is this? He can say such cold words so calmly. This man's heart is too deep, too deep...'

"But, if she is really sent by your enemy, then if you put her here with me, wouldn't that mean that they know about our relationship?"

Li Longji chuckled:

"Don't worry, Mother Yun. In Chang'an City, and even in the entire Tang Dynasty, those who want to go against me and regard me as an enemy have already known about my relationship with you. But now, looking at the Tang Dynasty, there are still

No one dares to openly oppose me, and no one dares to touch my woman!"

After Li Longji left, Yun Niang knew that he still had many, many words that he had not said to her, and there were many, many things that he had not told himself.

Yun Niang couldn't help but sigh:

'His heart seems to have been frozen by thousands of years of ice. How can we touch his heart through this layer of ice?'

The night was already very late, and Li Longji was still alone in the study of the palace. Over the years, he had become accustomed to spending long lonely nights alone in the study. Isn't it true that once a person has something in his heart?

After realizing his dream, he was destined to spend most of his life in loneliness, just like Li Longji now.

Everyone, even his concubines, thought that he was a romantic and indulgent man. In fact, they were all wrong. To this day, Li Longji's heart has never really stopped for anyone.

It's not that he doesn't love women, he does too. He loves Feixia, Yunniang, and his princess. But this kind of love is just a kind of pity and pampering for women. And Li

Long Ji always felt that that wasn't love! He knew that they were all sincere to him, but he didn't know why, even though he had gained the sincerity of so many women, he always felt that something was missing.

But the question is, what is love? Li Longji himself can’t tell, or does he treat those women, and those women treat him, this is considered love? Because love may not actually be what those literati think.

The description is so intoxicating, infatuated, and crazy. Love is originally like this, with a little happiness and a little fun. However, as time goes by, all that is left is dull and boring. So it needs to continue

Only by changing to a new woman can you gain new passion.

When the cronies who came in to report various things, the staff finally dispersed, and Li Longji finally got precious peace. Under the bright candlelight, he couldn't help but take out the silver hairpin made by Fang Mingzhu!

The warm candlelight coated the silver hairpin with a beautiful color, and at the same time covered up the minor flaws on the hairpin caused by the impure silver. It looked even more beautiful.

In the dancing candlelight, the chrysanthemum seemed to be alive, blooming in full bloom in front of Li Longji's eyes.

Almost all the flowers in the world look timid and endearing when they are in full bloom, but for some reason, this silver chrysanthemum is not only not timid, but on the contrary, it also bursts out with a shocking power.

It makes people feel that this monotonous and ordinary chrysanthemum has the power to change the world!

'Why is this happening?' Li Longji was puzzled: 'Is it this woman named Fang Mingzhu who gave it power?'

'Fang Mingzhu, what kind of woman is she? She dares to openly claim that she can conquer the country and conquer the world! The world! Is there really a woman who can make the whole world fall in love with her? Then, she will become the leader in this world.

A member?'

After thinking about it, Li Longji couldn't help but feel a little funny about his thoughts:

‘Isn’t she just a woman? How could she be so impressed by him, the majestic King of Linzi?’

But before the smile faded from his face, those fourteen words came to his mind again like a curse:

"When autumn comes on September 8th, all the flowers will be dead after my hair blooms!"

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