"You are not worthy of Yu'er in any way, but there is one thing that only you can match, and that is your cooking skills. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info you don't know, Yu'er's bad habit of picking her mouth, you said that marrying into someone's family can reassure the king, ah? In the first two years, Yixianglin, Chen'er was white, tender and lovely, and when he returned to the house, there was a famous chef who you personally pointed out, and within two months, his face was yellow and thin, as if we had abused him. You say, if we marry into another family, what will our Yu'er become?" The king looked at her with a look of resistance, full of anger, if there was only two choices, he would have beaten this rabbit cub a long time ago.

However, the family has already decided on a marriage partner. He followed me from nothing and always took care of me silently and gave me warmth. If it weren't for him, I would have been dead a long time ago. His Royal Highness King Su, the husband of the chaff will not go down to the court! Please think twice. "Maybe it's the fledgling feelings, over the years, Zimo has always regarded Baili Qianxiang as his own reliance, as a relative who is closer than his adoptive parents. In her heart, he is her husband, and she can shelter herself from the wind and rain regardless of whether she is rich or poor. She will be coquettish in front of him, because she knows that he will not make fun of her manhood, and she will kiss him and make him blush, because she knows that this is her future husband, and it is nothing to take advantage of.

"Who told you to abandon the chaff? It is normal for a big woman to have three husbands and four waiters, I think your fiancé is also a sensible person, and he gets along very well with Chen'er, isn't it better for the two of them to be equal husbands?" Wang expected that she would use this as a shirk, and the rhetoric had already been thought of.

"But ......"

"But what! No, but!! You push Yu'er out, you just want his life! You don't want you to be able to raise a healthy, white and tender little Yu'er to someone else's house!"

Wang Fu also spoke at this time: "Zi Mo, you always touch your head and pinch your little face and pull hands with Yu'er on weekdays, which means that you love him like a brother, and you don't know that you have made a covenant to promise each other." If you don't marry Yu'er, where does Yu'er's reputation exist, and how do you let the simple Yu'er face those short-term and long-term talents?"

"But...... I, I still can't marry Xiao Shizi...... "No, really can't."

"Why?Zi Mo...... Don't you like Yu'er? Why don't you want to marry Yu'er?" Xiao Shizi's face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were full of hurt pain. As Su Huaiyu grew up, the sprout of love also took root, bud, and grow...... He thought that Zi Mo's obedience and care for him on weekdays was also a manifestation of his love for him. He thought that when the two of them became adults, they would be happy with each other and get married. He thought that the biggest obstacle between him and Zi Mo was King Su, and it was his status and status, which could be solved as long as his mother was coquettish and had a temper tantrum. However, why, why did the mother take the initiative to propose a marriage between the two families, but she pushed back and obstructed it? This is a devastating blow to the little son who has been smooth sailing for 15 years, who has never received the slightest setback.

"No, Xiao Yu'er! I like you very much-I like you as I like Brother Qianxiang, but I can't, I really can't marry you, I like you, I really like you." Zi Mo saw Xiao Yu'er's pitiful eyes like an injured white rabbit, and his heart seemed to be pulled by someone. Looking at the sky, biting his lip or saying those sad words.

"Why can't someone threaten you?" and say who the king is in charge of you?" the king was distressed when he saw his precious little son's heartbroken expression, and he spoke with a sense of anger.

"No one threatens me, but I can't do that, I can't do that" Zi Mo had a headache, she didn't want to hurt Xiao Yu'er at all, but she really couldn't, the rules of heaven didn't allow it, the way of heaven didn't allow it, God couldn't marry people, this is not allowed, no one can violate it.

"Since there is no one to threaten, why not, why can't you marry me...... I want to be like Brother Qianxiang, standing behind you justifiably, and accepting the envy and blessings of others as a matter of course. Zi Mo, I like the feeling of your palm holding me like a treasure, I like your pity and appreciation for me, and I like your mischief and impolite actions towards me. Please, let me be by your side with Brother Qianxiang...... I won't compete with Brother Qianxiang for favor, I will be obedient, I will no longer ask for this and that, I will listen to your words and eat hard, raise my body well, don't get sick, and don't cause you trouble-" Xiao Shizi's big glass-clear eyes were full of crystal tears, and he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, for fear that Zi Mo would think he was a crybaby, what if he didn't like it.

"Enough!" King Su couldn't bear to see his son's appearance of begging for perfection at this time, "My dignified son of King Su, where do I need to pray for the humble love of others?!" Ye Zimo, from now on, my palace and your Ye Mansion will be like strangers, and they will not get along with each other. Come on, invite the little boss out, and seal the corner gate on the west side!"

Zi Mo looked at Xiao Shizi's pale and helpless little face, his tearful eyes, and he felt that he was tugging at his heart, and he didn't know whose hand was twisted up a few times, and it hurt his heart. The pure and happy smiling face that he has been guarding like the sun after the rain was shattered by his own hands. For Su Huaiyu, saying that she doesn't care at all is definitely a big lie. She was always so careful to cherish him as a treasure, but she tried to convince herself that this was nothing more than a childlike love for him, and that this kind of love, like food, would taste bad over time?

He's a kid! She always told herself. But why is it that whenever he is unhappy, she is uncomfortable, whenever he smiles like a flower, she is happy, and whenever he is sick and weak, she is heartbroken?

I know, this is love, I am like Brother Qianxiang, that kind of unreserved attachment and dependence, that kind of feeling that a look and a smile can make her feel at ease, it is also love, but what is the use of her just knowing? But no matter when she Baili Zimo can't marry a mortal, Qianxiang is an accident is a duty she must fulfill, but Xiao Yu'er is different, he doesn't have to marry me, such a self can't give others happiness.

Baili Zimo's heart had a serious sense of self-blame and self-loathing, and she fell into hard thinking and missed the time to express her appeal. When the two tall palace guards clamped her arms and prepared to drag her out of the palace, Zi Mo suddenly woke up, but only saw the figure of Wang Jue, and the back of Xiao Yu'er, who was unsteady and lost her soul with her husband holding her.

"Hey-" Before Zi Mo could shout, two strong and loyal guards had already thrown her out of the corner gate, and recruited craftsmen to seal the door with wood and stone.

Zi Mo stood in place in a daze, looking at the behavior of the guards and craftsmen in a daze, as if he was looking at his eyes, but as if he hadn't entered his eyes.

The clanging work of the craftsmen finally attracted the attention of the Ye Mansion, and the servants were all talking and guessing in whispers. Baili Qianxiang and the Ye couple, who came to hear the news, were taken aback when they looked at Baili Zimo's dejected appearance. Ye Mei looked at Zi Mo from head to foot, and when she saw that there was nothing unusual, she asked, "Zi Mo, what's wrong?"

Baili Qianxiang saw Zi Mo's left hand clutching the clothes at her heart, her face was extremely ugly, and her eyes were not focused, thinking that she had suffered internal injuries, so he quickly picked up her right hand hanging by her side, and her fingers caught her pulse, and after confirming that she was fine, she carefully called out to Xiaoxue, who had been silent: "Zi Mo, Zi Mo! What's wrong with you?"

Zi Mo slowly turned his head to Baili Qianxiang, his eyes were still dumbfounded, his left hand was still scratching his heart, and his voice was full of pain: "Brother Qianxiang, it hurts, it hurts here!"

When Ye Mei heard this, she immediately made a fuss and said: "Quick, send Zimo back to the room, Zhang Qiu, hurry up and invite Hu Xiaopan Hu senior." ”

Zhang Qiu hurriedly ran a few steps, remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Senior Hu went to Jiangning to visit friends, and he stopped for a few days before coming back." ”

"Help Zi Mo into the house first. Daddy Ye helped Zi Mo on the other side, and helped Zi Mo into the house with Baili Zi Mo. And Ye Mei followed behind, anxious to turn around.

Zi Mo, who was sitting on the bed, had already returned most of her mind, she took the water handed over by Brother Qianxiang, took a sip slowly, and said, "Mother, Dad, I'm fine, I want to be quiet." ”

Ye Mei glanced at her husband and said, "Okay, okay, let's go out first." Zi Mo, there is something you must tell your mother, although your mother is not as capable as you, after all, she has lived a long time, and she still has experience, and she can give you some advice. "Ye Mei, who is only thirty years old, actually came out of age.

Seeing Zi Mo nodding, she pulled her husband with a worried face and went out. Zhang Qiu also went out lightly.

Zi Mo said to Baili Qianxiang, who turned around and was about to go out, in a pitiful tone: "Brother, can you accompany me?"

Baili Qianxiang stopped when he heard this, walked to Zi Mo's side and squatted down silently. Zi Mo lay on his back like he did when he was a child. Whenever Zi Mo was helpless and in a bad mood, Baili Qianxiang always carried her on her back and walked back and forth, which always silenced Zi Mo's restless mind and dispelled all negative emotions.

Baili Qianxiang held Zi Mo's ass, and slowly paced in the room. There was silence in the room, Zi Mo didn't want to speak, and Gu Huafeng didn't ask. After a long time, Zi Mo said faintly: "Brother, how many hearts can people have?"

Hearing this, Baili Qianxiang paused, and continued to pace, although the question was ridiculous and naïve, he still answered her: "Silly sister, of course people only have one heart." ”

"Can a heart be divided into several petals?" Zi Mo's question became more and more silly.

"How can the heart be divided into several parts? If the heart is damaged even a little bit, a person dies. Baili Qianxiang knew that Zi Mo, who was forced and educated by Hu Xiaopan, would not even know this bit of common sense.

"Can a person with only one heart like several people at the same time?What kind of love is it?Can people and gods love each other?" Zi Mo asked a question that puzzled her.

Hearing this, Baili Qianxiang gently put her on the edge of the bed, and looked at Zi Mo fixedly, and from her eyes, he saw confusion and confusion. Baili Qianxiang knew that in her heart, there was already the shadow of another person. His heart hurts, not because she likes someone else, but because she doubts and persecutes herself.

Baili Qianxiang knows that Zimo has always longed for his adoptive parents to "hold the hand of the son and carry the old with the son" and never abandon each other. But he also knew that the excellent and eye-catching Zi Mo could not belong to him alone. There were many excellent men around Zi Mo, and they were also more or less interested in her.

At this time, Zi Mo may have realized that he had moved his heart to someone other than him. No matter how ordinary and ordinary this other woman is, Zi Mo actually feels like she has borne all the guilt, self-loathing and self-blame.

That's enough! There was once a woman who wanted to give you the only one, and that was enough. A heartfelt smile appeared on Baili Qianxiang's face: "Zimo, love is not selfish possession. As long as you have such a place in your heart, which belongs to me, it is enough. It's not just me, it's all other men. Therefore, the mind cannot be divided, but the mind can be distributed. As long as you face them in the moment, with all your heart in mind, it is enough. Don't be yourself anymore, no one will blame you, on the contrary, we will be proud to have a good wife like you. As for the gods, I don't know, but you know, didn't you say that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are also human and god-lovers."

Zi Mo, who had a headache, gradually untied the dead knot of his heart under the gentle persuasion of Brother Qianxiang, and his brows gradually relaxed.