The demon girl opened her mouth, and as before, she curled her fingers and tried to grasp the corner of her grandfather's robe, but all she grasped was nothing.
Tears flowed out all at once.
Big drops hit the hot ground, sinking into the soil and boiling.
She said in her heart: Grandpa, I am back.
Then, listen to the wind.
Quietly.
If it weren't for her trembling fingers, no one would know she was crying.
But the witch girl did cry.
His teeth bit his arm, suppressing him tightly...
She said in a very small voice: Grandpa, I miss you.
Then I told myself in a very small voice: I can’t cry.
Can't cry...
Can't be defeated...
In fact, she didn't care about being wronged, didn't care about being abandoned, and didn't care about being afraid of being alone day and night.
What she cares about is that her grandfather is gone...
The witch didn't cry for long.
Crying and making a fuss is really not suitable for her anymore.
She opened her eyes and sat there quietly, supporting the steps behind her with one hand and stroking her lower abdomen with the other. She looked up at the overly clean sky and didn't think about anything. She was as confused as a teenager, but she lacked the expectations of young people.
Some are fresh.
It's not that she doesn't hate it.
In the first year, she bit her finger out of hatred.
The next year, she was wondering why that person wasn't on her side?
In the third year, she rarely thought about these things anymore and simply wanted to get out.
Most people will not understand that whether they love or hate, they will be exhausted by the prison life day after day.
Because... no one cares about your sadness and despair.
The demon girl stood up and slowly walked up the steps.
It was in the afternoon that her lower abdomen really started to hurt so violently that it made her break into a cold sweat.
Fortunately, she didn't have much sunflower water, so she didn't have to run to the toilet again and again.
It's just that it hurts too much and the weather is hot. No one will fan her like those young masters.
She couldn't touch the cold water, so she had to lie like this. When the pain became unbearable, she went to sleep.
After sleeping for a while, I would be woken up by the pain again.
Later, the pain stopped and I really fell asleep.
But after falling asleep, I couldn't rest my head. I slept in fits and starts, waking up again and again.
Until evening, a banquet was held in the palace, and the emperor sent someone to call for it.
The Demon Lady just got up, took off her dirty long skirt, combed her hair, and followed the eunuch out of the house.
Looking from a distance, one can see that in the pavilion with thick shade of trees, there are many handsome Chinese young men, but the man with the most holy power is nowhere to be seen.
Xiao Xizi, who was waiting for her, said quickly: "Your Majesty has collected the discount, and I'm afraid he's on his way back to Beijing now. Before he left, His Majesty specially asked Mr. Luo to take good care of the young lady. The young lady doesn't need to be restrained. She should eat and drink when she should."
Drink. I guess in a few days, things here will be over and we can go back to Beijing."
The demon girl didn't say anything and followed the little eunuch to her seat.
From the moment she came in, many people looked at her, obviously mocking her.
The Demon Lady didn't pay attention, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, picked up a piece of steaming Dongpo Pork, and put it in the bowl.
She's not very hungry.
When the sunflower water comes, I always lose my appetite.
However, you always have to eat.
She finished the meat, added some vegetables, and then started eating bit by bit with the soft rice.
The young men also seemed to have lost interest in her, drinking and chatting.
"Master Luo, how did you get that Shishi? Please teach us."
Without the emperor, the young masters had no scruples and started talking nonsense without even saying a few words.
Qu Luo twirled the cup in his hand and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "It's not appropriate to talk about these things today."
Seeing that he had set his sights on the Demon Lady, the man sneered: "Master Luo, what do you have to worry about in front of her? Everyone in the capital doesn't know that the eldest lady of the Demon family has been screwed!"
The demon girl didn't move, just eating the rice in the bowl. When she ate, she was very slow and orderly. At first glance, she looked like the kind of person who had received higher education since she was a child. Even the simplest movements were controlled by her.
When you make it, there will be an indescribable elegance in it.
Qu Luo, on the other hand, glanced at the man, slowly put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, half-supported his chin with his fingers, and looked at him with a smile.
Very cold eyes!
The man was still smiling at first, but then the smile slowly froze on his lips, and he stammered: "Luo, Master Luo."
"Let's eat." Qu Luo leaned back, the collar of his cloak was torn open, and his two long legs were draped together lazily, half smiling: "If you really don't want that tongue, tell your brother.
"
If the man dared to say anything, he immediately shut up and sweat poured down his forehead.
He cautiously glanced at Qu Luo again, not knowing where he had provoked him. He only vaguely knew that he didn't like hearing such mixed accents.
He stopped talking, drank wine, and secretly cursed his bad luck.
His old man wanted to go to the capital for transfer again, so he went to great lengths to send him up, in order to let him explore the road first, preferably through the Qu family line.
He finally came to Qu Luo, but he didn't know what he had done to offend the young master.
Hong Jiu glanced this way, laughed, and talked about other things, including eating, drinking, and having fun.
Qu Luo didn't get angry like before. Instead, he held his chin, smiled, and drank a few more drinks, which heated up the atmosphere of the dinner party again.
The demon girl only ate her own meal. After she finished eating, she put down the bowl and chopsticks and began to drink the hot soup.
Over the years, it's basically been like this.
She treats herself very well.
Many problems have been corrected.
As long as there are conditions, she will give herself a hot mouthful.
She doesn't feel inferior and pity like other women.
I won't make fun of my body.
She promised her grandfather to live well.
In the future... we will still have to support the Demon Family.
After drinking the soup, she felt that her body was warm, and the Demon Queen stopped moving. She was already full, but the dinner party was not over yet, so she could only sit down.
The slight wind hit her face, and in a daze, she heard the young master with the stars above the moon say to her in a low voice: "Are you sleepy?"
Only then did the demon girl realize that at some point, he sat down next to her. He was still holding a wine glass in his hand. He didn’t know how much he drank. His collar was torn open and he looked a little lazy. His black hair was blown by the wind.
The messiness did not affect his handsomeness at all, but the smell of alcohol was very strong, with the fragrance of mint, drifting over with his words.
The demon girl adjusted her sitting posture, with no expression on her face and just nodded.
Qu Luo looked at her, knowing that she had no intention of chatting with him, so his attitude became cold: "Just go back when you feel sleepy. I don't know how long these people will be struggling..."