Between his mouth, neck, chest, and waist, there was still his residual mildness, and I still remember his equally terrifying expression on that terrifying tiger skin before.

I knew he was venting, not only because he was tearing at my clothes so hard, but also because he was biting my lip like crazy when he never kissed me. When his lips were glued, I heard him gnaw and scream without pity, it was not Lansi, not Jingzhu, not Siyue, but the Yue'er who embarrassed him and needed to vent his anger.

I should have pushed him away and hid back in my room, but I didn't want to dodge, even if he was another woman, I would like to be so compatible.

But the woman came, and I heard her outside the door, and he heard her holding me down. I could feel the change in him, and I thought that this substitute love should be over, but he heard her push the door in, and his eyes flashed with irreputable chagrin and regret, and he stubbornly buried his head in my chest and kept kissing.

I heard my own □□, but I was so sad that I wanted to cry. Was he torturing himself or trying to embarrass the woman? I knew very well that at this time he would never think of me and would not have thought of me, otherwise he would not have let me lie awkwardly under him, waiting for the woman to come in and see clearly.

If you want to hide, where can you go? He grabbed me and pressed me down, and she stared at me for a moment.

After a moment of stunnedness, she calmly looked at his back, left a "please continue" and turned out the door.

With no more clinging warmth and no strong presses, I slipped out from under him and fled in a hurry with the residual warmth of his body.

Gently closing the door, clutching the torn placket of my clothes, I bowed my head and walked into the dark night without moonlight, and Gao Wuyong behind me still looked unfazed, standing outside the door with his head down. In the room behind me, the candlelight dimmed with a bang, but I didn't have the heart to take another look.

Why came to him? Just because of unforgettable memories? Just because I accidentally saw his lonely expression?

He is angry, he complains about him, he likes and he is sad, what does it have to do with me, shouldn't he have clearly understood it a long time ago? Why can't you still learn to stop your heart?

Once upon a time, how many years do you have to count down to find it back? Even if I did, I'm afraid I was the only one who remembered it. As for him, the man who was called his master by me or by the Song family, I am afraid that he didn't pay attention to it at all.

I heard what they said at noon, and I was not a person who was used to eavesdropping, but I had no choice between listening or not listening to the angry voice. And I was so familiar with his every tone, the various dialogues that I had repeated countless times in my head, even a single word was deeply imprinted in my heart, and I could automatically receive it without reacting.

Honghui?

That child who is very well-behaved, very smart and even very similar to him, I don't know how to dislike it if I want to hate it, I only have jealousy in my heart, how can I still be suspicious?

Why is the woman who grabbed all the seats in the master's heart so stupid, and what does she think if she wants to say the kind of words that make the master misunderstand. But I know that she is not stupid, she is just too favored by the master, so she dares to do this. If it were me, or the Song family, I was afraid that no matter what I was, I wouldn't be able to say anything, because the master would not give us such a chance.

...... year Even after a few years, I can't forget that it was so beautiful. There is no Chang Fujin, there is no Song Gege, there is only one me by his side.

Even though it's only been half a year, I've been watching him obsessively for two years, watching him change from a boy with nothing more to my world.

The people in the palace are always careful to abide by various rules, but the more rules there are, the more gossip there is.

Not only those palace maids and eunuchs who are as lowly as me will talk about it secretly, but also those princes with noble status will also sneer at him openly and secretly. But I heard his name most often, or in Concubine De's Yonghe Palace, and occasionally heard her sigh lightly, and then these two words were called less, from Yinzhen to Zhen'er.

Every time I hear this affectionate name, my heart hurts like a pinprick, and my mind will clearly print the slender figure standing alone outside the Yonghe Palace. I don't know if his heart will hurt, but I know that for the first time I am an outsider or a prince I can't look up to, my heart hurts so much that I can't breathe.

Until I was sent into his small courtyard, I changed from a palace maid to his woman overnight, even if I still lived in a small house in the corner without identity at this time, the feeling of heartache changed the taste.

I like him, more than I like anyone in this world, and I will be satisfied when I see his indifferent expression occasionally smiling at me, and will hold me tightly to enjoy the unique warmth between men and women.

Occasionally, he would take me to Yonghe Palace to say goodbye to Concubine De Niangniang, I couldn't follow him to call Eniang, because I didn't have that qualification, but I didn't think it was a big deal, as long as I stayed with him every day, just the two of us, it would be good.

When I heard the news of the emperor's marriage, I was just sad for a long time, because I soon changed from a girl who was accused of being laughed at to Gege, and then became his side Fujin. I don't know how he did it, but I know that when I first called out the word "Eniang" with him in front of Concubine De, my heart was full of satisfaction and happiness.

This man's heart is not as cold as his appearance, his indifferent eyes wrap his enthusiasm like fire, he will be considerate of the people around him, and let people understand his care with the slightest action.

I didn't think I would change a single qiē, even if I was just a low-status side Fujin who was hard to believe.

It's changed, he's changed, I've changed, and no one can escape the fate of change, including my sister.

I have long known that Lan Xin is as attracted to him as I am, but I don't like her, even if she comes to see me from time to time, she looks at him as stupidly as I do, but I never get the slightest response from him.

Every time I feel like a bad sister, because I am indescribably happy to see my sister's loss. But the master said that I was very good, but he never told me what was good.

Eventually, however, a woman came in who made him feel better, a woman I had never cared about before. Because of her arrival, I lost my sister who was with me in this palace, I lost the man I looked up to and admired, and even more.

A woman who is so ruthless that she refuses to let her enter the door even if she wants my sister to jump into the well, really doesn't want anything?

I don't know what kind of woman this is, I can't understand and guess, I take care of me very alienated, and I talk about the family but even my grandfather can't get close to her.

I can't get back the beauty of the year, I can't get back the happy feeling of the year, there is just life, life day after day.

We all live in a cautious way, and everyone, including the high-ranking prince, except for the new Song family.

She borrowed my hand and dropped the child but protected me, I didn't know, I just wouldn't admit it myself. I've never been a ruthless woman, it's just that the fear that has been suppressed to nowhere to vent makes me cry for the first time in front of my grandfather.

I'm taking revenge, revenge on the man who no longer cares for me, because I know his heart hurts when he hears the truth. Revenge on the woman who caused me to lose the man but didn't feel sorry for him, because I could see the change in her and understand that she would hurt too. At the same time, I was also taking revenge on myself because I couldn't let him go as lightly as he let me go.

In that drizzly Chongyang night, the courtyard was full of lights, but it couldn't illuminate everyone's hearts, except for the new Song family.

Give back to others in their own way.

I don't know where the little cicada heard the truth of the matter, but I only know that I can't let the Song family recklessly enjoy the benefits of the fisherman.

How can you, who caused me to lose a child, be left alone? Even the man I love so hard makes him hurt, you can't see the shape clearly, I want you to always remember what it's like to lose a child.

It's really scary for a woman to be ruthless, and I can endure doing the same thing every day for so long, just so that she can give birth to a child and watch it lose again.

Looking at the familiar bowl of "fetal porridge", I smiled bitterly, but I also became resolute. I just want to avenge my children who I didn't have the opportunity to meet, and since I succeeded, I am not afraid of being known by anyone. Anyway, without that man's heart, without the child who can live quietly with me, what else can't be lost.

Nala came, with the same bitter smile as I did.

Ye also came, thinking that he came with her, never for me, just like after she left, he followed her again.

After returning to a quiet life, I understood one thing more, in the days to come, what this woman said was the rules of the fourth master, because the master gave her this power.

Shu Shen ...... My daughter, the daughter I had with my grandfather.

"Warm and benevolent in the end, and prudent" - I don't read many books, but I know these two sentences.

After that past, the lord gave her such a name, what else can I say and do? Grow up with her, it's good to have a daughter who makes Nala extremely jealous.

After so many years, the debts between us have been repaid to each other, and the resentment has been shallow. I don't have more **, I don't care about extravagance, I don't like or sorrow, no matter how the Nala clan is favored, no matter how the Song clan keeps fighting, I will guard my own small square world.

Perhaps, such a quiet life is more suitable for me.

It's just that I pray for that year.

That year, he was 12 and I was 13. It was a beautiful year, but it was also short......