Although the evil in his eyes looked as scary as the dark clouds on the grassland, he did not hit her like before, nor did he scold her. Instead, unexpectedly, he grabbed her hand and grabbed the charcoal.
At first, when he held the long charcoal pencil between her fingers and forced him to draw clear lines on the paper, she felt extremely ashamed. He was not only a brutal beast, but also a human being.
A cunning falcon. He just wanted to punish and humiliate her in this way and make her realize how serious the consequences of contradicting him were. She didn't want to obey his wishes at all. She scolded, beat, and even used a sharp point to
His teeth left deep marks on his arm.
She hates him... hates that he ignores her feelings, puts her in the role of a plaything one after another, humiliates and tortures her.
He overcame her and even vowed to keep her by his side for the rest of his life. Her struggle was like scratching an itch in front of him and had no effect. However, she couldn't see hope, but she suddenly suffered a heavy blow.
underneath, it exploded.
The hatred is so strong, not only for him, but also for her own hesitant state of mind. Why should she care about his attitude? Why can't she stand the endless women around him?
She shouldn't care about him. She should hate him and hate him for taking away her virginity and free life! But when she becomes numb with hatred, she will have random thoughts. Whether he treats her well or not will be like a movie.
It's like scenes flashing through my mind.
This is not normal.
Although she had never been in love, various unconventional signs showed that she had an unusual feeling for him... Could it be that she actually fell in love with the devil who took away her happiness and peace? Once this realization emerged,
The panic in my heart also sprouted like mushrooms after a rain, growing crazily.
Impossible! No way!
She was just confused by his love. She should hate him, Yelu Qingge! She should hate him! She would find a chance to leave him and not let her heart wander and fall again. She couldn't love him, not even for a moment.
She can't be tempted by anything, because she knows the consequences of falling in love with the devil, which is the most terrible punishment in the world!
In less than a cup of tea, a lifelike outline of a paraglider appeared on the paper, and Mei Liangchen gradually became quiet. She leaned against him numbly, watching him pick up the white paper and spread it out flat.
"How good is your painting this time?"
She stared at the paper for a while, then suddenly smiled, stretched out her hand to touch the umbrella on the paper, and sincerely praised: "Your painting skills are really superb!" She didn't want to admit it, but his copying techniques were really impressive.
Surprised and amazed.
Yelu Qingge touched her hair and said with a smile, "I thought you were still angry."
Mei Liangchen lowered his eyes and replied calmly: "I don't dare, a villain."
His black eyes darkened, and he turned her over and straddled him, her posture ambiguous and intimate. "Is it because of Qin'er and Wu Yaqi Qige?" He was not stupid, he could see her emotions early on.
Something was wrong. If it was really for Qin'er and Wu Yaqiqige, it meant that she had already fallen in love with him. Thinking of this possibility, his heart became inexplicably happy.
Mei Liangchen didn't want to answer this question. She was very upset and wanted to go back to the stable and stay quiet.
After making the request, Yelu Qingge did not make it difficult for her, but asked Agula to send her back to the stable in person.
She rode on the little mare and followed Agula towards the stables a few miles away. Agula looked back at her from time to time, fearing that she would cause some trouble again.
"Lord Agula, if you are afraid that I will run away, you can tie my hands!" She galloped after her, her attitude not very friendly.
Agula scoffed and stared at her, the look on his dark face was horrifyingly cold. "How can a woman who only causes trouble get the general's favor?"
This sentence suddenly aroused Mei Liangchen's anger. She twisted her neck and threw back a few cold and rough words: "Who cares about his favor!"
Agula was so angry that he couldn't hold back and revealed the secret that the general had issued a silence order. "If it weren't for you, how could the general have mutilated himself to rescue Battle from Temur's camp!"
Mei Liangchen was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, as if he was a little surprised. After a moment of silence, he asked: "Lord Agula is also joking! The leader of the dignified Min Liao Cavalry Army wants people from his own generals, but he also needs to harm himself?
Shit..." She didn't believe it at all.
Agula tightened his riding crop and roared angrily: "What do you know! People on the grassland regard their promises as more important than their lives! If you don't fulfill your promises, you will be despised!" Speaking of the thrilling night,
At this moment, his anger became even more intense.
Mei Liangchen sat on the horse with his eyebrows lowered and silent, his expression looking very strange.
Seeing that she refused to leave, Agula thought that she had offended again. Seeing that Sima Ying was just ahead, he simply pinched the horse's belly and drove away. "I will come to take you back home in the evening. Don't try to escape, Meengiya!"
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Mei Liangchen stayed on the gray-yellow turf for a while before riding his horse into Sima Camp.
The bright yellow sun shone overhead, and in the distance, she saw a familiar figure hunched over the well and fetching water.
"Uncle Battle!" She passed several soldiers who were whispering to each other and hurried over.
Battle raised his wrinkled old face, smacked his chapped lips, revealing a circle of yellow teeth, and smiled.
"Mayne...you're back!"
"Well." She snatched the heavy bucket from Battle's hand, carried it into the stable, and poured it into the large stone trough. "You rest, I will do it!" She had done the job of feeding the horses and drinking water more than once.
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Battelle lifted up the swollen and sore eyes, slowly sat on the grass in the corner of the shed, silently pulled out the black tobacco rod, lit the fire and smoked.
The gray smoke rose and dispersed, and it took him a full time to smoke the incense before he called out to the sweaty Mei Liangchen.