Princess Silan saw all this in her eyes, and she was shocked that King Dong Zhao looked at Eleven with obvious emotions. She had noticed this problem inadvertently, and the King looked at everyone with the same cold eyes, fourteen as well as Nineteen.
The same, including herself. She once thought that King Dong Zhao was ruthless to everyone, but she never thought that there was an exception like Eleven.
Looking at Shiyi again, although she lowered her head, the discomfort in her eyes at the moment when she raised her eyebrows was a combination of disgust and irresistibility. Her heart was torn, as if she had chosen to be loyal to the King of Chudu or to the King of Chu.
She is torn between her feelings. Maybe her problem is more serious. After all, Shen Zhaonan did not give up on her and followed Dong Zhao. And if we say goodbye, it will be forever.
"Wang, sister, it's getting late. I'll come back next time to ask for my sister's tea and pastries. I'll take my leave." Princess Silan withdrew.
In her heart, Eleven shouted, 'No, don't leave, she doesn't want to stay alone with King Dong Zhao'. The reality is always cruel. She watched Princess Silan leave, and when she faced King Dong Zhao, she still
Put on a smile that doesn't show any flaws.
"Do you feel bored in the palace on Eleven?"
So what if she was bored? She would not expect Qi Mingye to let her out of the palace, so she said: "With the king here, there will be no boredom on the eleventh day."
Qi Mingye frowned slightly, "Don't you want to go out of the palace on the 11th and have a look?"
Is this a test? Eleven told herself that she would not be fooled again. She leaned lightly on King Dong Zhao's chest to prevent others from seeing the unbearable fragile emotion and disgust in her eyes. "I thought about it before, but now I don't. As long as
If I stay with Wang, I don’t want to go anywhere on Eleven."
Qi Mingye's vision darkened when Eleven was out of sight, and his eyes turned a thousand times, glowing with an evil and sycophantic cold light. "Does Eleven really think so?"
Holding her own hand with more strength, Eleven closed her eyes, feeling the excitement of what she thought was King Dong Zhao, "Yes."
"Your words are enough." Qi Mingye sighed: "I will love Eleven well and give Eleven the best in the world."
You can't give me everything I want, because you don't know what I want at all? Eleven thought to himself, but pretended to say: "Thank you, King, for loving Eleven."
"The king will give Eleven a surprise in a few days. Eleven will definitely like it."
Pulling away from Qi Mingye, Eleven did see strong expectations in his eyes. At that moment, he couldn't bear to spoil Qi Mingye's mood. Eleven revealed a playful smile that made everything pale and asked him,
"What is it?"
Qi Mingye was a little distracted and couldn't help but kiss her. "Since it's a surprise, it's meaningless to say it."
Eleven was kissed so suddenly that it took a long time to come back to her senses. There was still Qi Mingye's warmth on her lips, and Eleven's heart felt like it was exploding. Is she really going to leave Qi Mingye? Is she really going to leave this place?
Has she ever loved a man to the core of her heart? But as much as she couldn't bear to leave, she hated him.
He leaned into Qi Mingye's arms again, his clothes soaked with tears.
Eleven cried very sadly. She hugged herself tightly and Qi Mingye said nothing.
Eleven, this is not her real name. Only Qi Mingye can call her Eleven. Once she leaves the palace, there will be no more Eleven in the world.
A few days before waiting for Shen Zhaonan to implement the plan, Eleven was immersed in Qi Mingye's gentle whirlpool and couldn't extricate herself. Gradually, she also trapped herself in deeper conflicts, wandering in pain again and again, and could not find the final result.