Yuan Qingping returned to the Hou Mansion. Before leaving, she hugged Yuan Qingling and said softly, "Thank you, eldest sister."
The name "Big Sister" made Yuan Qing Ling soften her heart.
She thought about it for a long time and felt that she still couldn't do what Yu Wenhao said.
"Is the prince in the mansion?" she asked her mother-in-law.
"Here he is, in the study."
"I'll go find him." Yuan Qingling adjusted her clothes and went out.
The dusk was heavy, and after being dyed with a layer of twilight, the courtyard felt quiet and soft. The smoke from the kitchen was rising slowly, and the smell of human fireworks filled every corner. It made people feel real but illusory.
Today's calamity gave Yuan Qingling a sense of truly living in the era he lived in. Instead of simply living.
When they arrived at the study, the maid just brought the food to the door. Yuan Qingling said softly, "I'll do it!"
Maid Fu Shen. "Yes!"
Yuan Qingling went in with the food and lit two candles in the room. The light was bright and dim.
He was practicing calligraphy at his desk, and a lot of waste paper was discarded on the ground. Yuan Qingling stepped on it and saw the word "forbearance" written on the back of every piece of paper.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head. Under the flickering candle, his face was uncertain, the corners of his eyes and brows were raised, looking serious and solemn.
The scar that stretches from the corner of the eye to the ear adds a bit of aura of killing.
"What are you doing here?" Yu Wenhao put down his pen and said coldly.
Yuan Qingling put the food on the Eight Immortals table, walked over and said, "It's time to eat."
"If you don't want to eat it, take it away!" Yu Wenhao frowned.
She was reading the words "forbearance", her hands had nowhere to rest, and she lowered her hands and crossed them in front of her, "Let's talk about it."
"As for the matter just now, there is nothing to discuss. The king has already decided." He said coldly.
Yuan Qingling slowly walked over, looked at him across the desk, and said sincerely, "There is no need to endure. Maybe there are many things that should be tolerated many times, but there must be a bottom line for this tolerance. If this bottom line is touched,
, I can’t tolerate it anymore, otherwise I will completely lose my moral integrity as a human being. I don’t care about the people outside, I only care about whether good and evil are rewarded and punished.”
"You don't care? It's okay to say it, but how can you not care if you really say bad words?" He is a person who has been through this. He has suffered all kinds of vicious words this year, but hearing those words is heartbreaking.
.
"I can, I really don't care, because there are things I care about more in my heart."
"What do you care about more?" Yu Wenhao raised his eyes and looked directly at her, "What is it?"
"belief!"
"What belief?" He was surprised. It was not like Yuan Qingling could come up with such words.
"The belief in human beings will not allow evil to run rampant and wreak havoc in the world. Huiding Hou has killed many women. He is the representative of evil." Yuan Qing Ling was very benevolent and righteous, but these words were not meant for Yu Wenhao, but for Yu Wenhao.
Let Yu Wenhao relay it to the emperor.
"Be normal." Yu Wenhao knew her and frowned.
Yuan Qingling's eyes turned cold, "Revenge, he almost insulted me and wanted to kill me. If I don't take revenge, I, Yuan Qingling, won't be able to swallow this breath, let alone endure such a bitch living in this place."
World."
Yu Wenhao's expression softened a little, and he said, "Even if he does what the king says, he won't be able to dance for long. The king has already informed Jingyan about this, and he will give a hint or two to his father at the appropriate time."
"No, Your Majesty, there is no need to give a hint. Since the Emperor has appointed you as the governor of Jingzhao, he must be asking you to do something vigorous and resolute. If you don't, just let... some quiet words to hint, the Emperor will think that you are timid.
, it is difficult to take on a big responsibility.”
Yu Wenhao stared at her, "Who taught you these words?"
"What I think, what I think, so I."
"Impossible, you are not that smart."
"This is a personal attack. I urge you to be kind." Yuan Qing said.
Yu Wenhao stretched out his hand and wanted to pat her on the head as usual, but he remembered that there was an injury on the back of her head, so his hand fell on her shoulder, "Eat."
Yuan Qing Ling said, "You have to promise me first."
"Stop talking nonsense and eat!" He took her wrist with one hand and pulled her over, "Eat something with the king."
"I've eaten and drank the soup."
"Then serve the king's meal."
"Yes!" Yuan Qingling rolled his eyes.
He seemed to be extremely hungry. After a meal, he was so exhausted that not even a grain of rice was left.
"Are you so hungry? Do you want someone to cook you something more?" She remembered that he ate very sparingly, and eating so crazily showed that he was starving.
"No need, wait for the king to change his clothes. The king wants to enter the palace to see the king."
Yuan Qing jumped up and said happily, "Yes!"
The two returned to Xiaoyue Pavilion. Yuan Qingling opened the wardrobe and saw the clothes neatly folded. She turned around and asked him, "Which one should I wear?"
"Official uniform!" he said angrily.
"Oh!" She closed the closet, walked to the clothes rack, took down the official uniform she took off when she came back today, and reached out to touch the exquisite embroidery, which was a symbol of power.
The purple robe is tied around the waist, and the gold and jade belt is properly separated from the top to the bottom, with perfect proportions.
As soon as he put on his official hat, his sharp edge seemed to be sharpened, and his whole person became steady and down-to-earth.
It was Yuan Qingling's first time to serve him. Although the work of serving others was very tedious, she was happy today.
He couldn't help but become frivolous in his words, "The prince is so good-looking."
"Get out!" He glared at her.
"Yes, get out in a minute." She said flatteringly, not wanting to offend the uncle.
Yu Wenhao's eyebrows were actually filled with a smile, and he glanced sideways at Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling's heart skipped a beat and she looked at him blankly.
"Are you stunned?" He didn't need her to help him change his boots, he sat down and put them on himself.
Yuan Qingling came back to her senses, "No, I was thinking about how to make your scars lighter."
"No, Wang is not a girl." Yu Wenhao stood up and was half a head taller than Yuan Qingling. Yuan Qingling felt that she should be about 1.65 meters tall. Based on the calculation of a head of 22 centimeters, he should be visually judged.
He is about 1.85 meters tall, no more than 1.87 meters tall.
The height difference is a bit big, and there are no high heels here, so walking next to him makes me look too short.
Hey, what height are you trying to calculate here? It’s terrible!
Watching Yu Wenhao go out, Yuan Qingling slowly walked back to the room. She thought about following him into the palace, but at this time she was probably extremely frightened, panicked, and injured, and wanted to rest in the mansion.
This is pitiful enough.
But my mind couldn't calm down. Thinking of that heart-pounding moment just now, it seemed as if there was an electric current running from my toes to my forehead, and then to all my limbs.
This is illogical.
Yu Wenhao is a scumbag, he often uses rude words and his tone is never kind. You can't treat him with new eyes just because of his occasional kindness, or even ignore past grudges.
Yuan Qingling, you can't be so cheap, and a person's sincerity cannot be given casually.
She must be suffering from Stockholm syndrome. The most obvious symptom of this disease is a sense of dependence and trust on people who have hurt her.
This is a disease and must be treated as soon as possible.
The treatment method is to establish a positive attitude and not give in to reality easily. Understand the weakness of the perpetrator, wait for opportunities to launch a self-defensive counterattack, and establish a system to restrict the perpetrator from doing evil.
After a moment of arrogance, she immediately softened again. She didn't want to go against him at all. What should I do?