74. This king has always been like this, what can you do to me【2】
Murong Qingshuang said: "I know, but as long as the prince is willing to leave, Qingshuang promises not to say such words again."
"Why are you so resistant?" He suddenly smiled and said, "What's wrong with me that I still let you pick and choose?"
"If you can stop what you are doing now, maybe we can discuss some things."
Looking at Murong Qingshuang's eyes, he became a little more interested, "What do you want to say?"
"My lord, what do you want?" Her tone was calm.[
Yuwen Longxiang did not answer directly, but asked, "What do you want?"
"I want freedom."
He smiled: "I want you."
Murong Qingshuang looked at him for a long time and said, "Forget it, there is nothing to talk about between us."
"You are the princess that I am marrying. Could it be that I am wrong in saying this?"
Murong Qingshuang pushed him away, sat up, and wrapped her clothes well, "Ming Yuan is marrying, Ming Yuan is marrying, but it's a pity that we were not the same people from the beginning. You don't want to marry me, and you are very dissatisfied when you marry me. Even now you have amnesia for me.
It’s time for you to stop being curious.”
"I don't understand that so far, there are only women that I want, or women that I don't want. There are also women that I didn't want before, but want now."
Murong Qingshuang looked at him, "What do you want from me?"
He lowered his head and approached with an unreadable smile, "Everything about you..."
"That's impossible." She said calmly, "My lord, you haven't learned one thing yet. You can't force something that you can't get, so why bother asking for something that doesn't belong to you out of curiosity."
Yuwen Longxiang was even more curious, "You are my princess, what do you mean by something that does not belong to you?"
Murong Qingshuang thought for a moment, and finally said, "I really don't have anything to say to you. Prince, please go out. I won't have any objection to any concubine you want to go to. There are many concubines there who want to give all of themselves."
Dedicated to your people.”
After a moment of silence, she lowered her eyes and whispered, "As for everything I have... people who don't exchange everything for themselves don't even have to think about it!"
Yuwen Longxiang pinched her chin gently, "What a greedy guy... Do you want to learn martial arts?"
She raised her head, her eyes lit up, "Think."
He chuckled, "Do something for me. Although you are willing to admit defeat, I will give you a choice in this matter and allow you to refuse."
Murong Qingshuang's eyes were light and she said, "Say."
"It's not time yet, let's not talk about it for now." He gave it a try.
Murong Qingshuang looked at this man who was sometimes serious and sometimes not serious, and could not figure out his thoughts at all.[
If this Murong Qingshuang is fake, someone must be plotting against him.
The suspicion in his heart has clearly not been relieved, so why should he ask her to do something without fear that she will deliberately cause harm?
"I am going to a place tomorrow and will leave the palace for a few days. I will tell you when I come back within the next few days."
In fact, his presence or absence made no big difference to Murong Qingshuang.
Even if he didn't leave, the palace was so big that she often didn't know or care where he was.
"As for you..." He strengthened his hand, "Don't be too curious, and don't trespass into places you shouldn't go."
"The bamboo forest you mean?"
He said: "More than that."
"Why can't we come in?"
He pressed Murong Qingshuang's forehead and said, "Little guy, I want you to live longer. It's getting late, so I don't have much time left."
"Wait." After listening to his words, Murong Qingshuang had more mysteries in her heart.
He took advantage of Murong Qingshuang not paying attention and quickly kissed her on the lips. After she was stunned for a while and then rolled away angrily, he smiled wantonly and said, "Don't be too reluctant to let me go. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Murong Qingshuang's face tightened, and she looked at the figure disappearing from the door with hatred.
He closed the door before leaving.
She sat on the bed, the candlestick having been blown out when he left.
Pulling on his sleeves, he kept wiping his lips.
"Bah, bah..." he said angrily while wiping, "It's so disgusting! I don't know how many times I have to wash it."
Yuwen Longxiang left that night, and Murong Qingshuang practiced martial arts when she was still free.
No one would come to trouble her anymore. I heard that Mrs. Yao was bedridden again after she injured her head last time.
Now, Mrs. You and I have been lying in their respective places, not daring to come out.
