She has lived here for more than ten years, and many mental habits have been assimilated for a long time, but it is impossible to say that there is no influence on her mood. In this era, it seems that a qiē can only be a drift after turning the page, the original imagination is always beautiful, I think that a person can change a lot of things, but in fact, a person's power is very limited, not to mention changing a dynasty, changing a family, is to change a person's thinking, it is very difficult.

What she knows, others don't know, do everything possible to make the other party understand, but stop at the other party's long-ingrained thoughts, these years, she has already tasted the bitterness, the ancients are far smarter than today, they have their own ideas, their own beliefs, and not lightly, by no means a few words can be accepted, nor will they be at the mercy of others like puppets.

The failure to change the fate of the Tan family, the panic in exile, and the birth at this moment all made Tan Wanqing feel a heavy sense of powerlessness in her heart, and finally understood that the power of a wave could never set off a monstrous wave.

She gave up in her heart a long time ago, and the moment she was exiled from the Tan family.

Since she can't change anything, she can only change herself, she doesn't want to hurt others, she doesn't want to be harmed, and she doesn't want to be imprisoned forever, lose her freedom and put her fate into the hands of others.

When people are imprisoned, their hearts are full of longing for freedom.

Therefore, she can only exchange, exchange for what she wants, and exchange until one day when the man in front of her is no longer fresh and hateful and wells up in her heart, she will be treated as a cargo of fate.

The future is full of uncertainty, and she doesn't dare to gamble.

She only dared to bet that now, she unbuttoned her coat, covered the cotton coat, and with her body temperature, she was neatly placed at the end of the bed, and untied her clothes in front of people, Tan Wanqing has done it many times, in front of the maid, her face does not change, whether it is changing clothes or bathing.

What's unusual, it's just to replace the maid with a man, there's nothing to be pretentious, she knows very well that it's just a step to start.

The room was a little cold, and she didn't want to remove her clothes in front of a cold-faced person, so she turned around and didn't untie a strap to cover her clothes, and when she made up her mind, she didn't hesitate at all, although the men's shirt was slower, but she didn't hesitate in her hands.

Outer shirt, inner jacket, until the belt of the waist is pulled out, the clothes are taken off, Tan Wanqing is wearing the inner and outer men's shirt, although Ruizhu has changed the size, but her waist is thin, and the belt of the profane pants is still a little loose when she wears it in the morning, and now it can only be hung on the mermaid, so that the whole line can be seen at a glance, and the eyes of the people only feel that there is a snow hibiscus in front of them.

Tan Wanqing put the obscene clothes on the clothes, and just about to straighten up, she felt her back against the person, and pressed her on the couch at once, a burst of hot air sprayed on her cheeks, she wanted to straighten her waist hard, but she couldn't move.

At this point, she also gave up the struggle, softened her body, and tried her best to fit his hard body, she knew that she was fighting with brute force, but she was not asking for hardship, and obedience was also a means of protecting herself.

She didn't have the cold words before, but regained her soft voice and said, "My lord, let's put down the futon first." Snow Lotus pulled away with the hand that was placed on her waist, and she wanted to get up slightly.

Wearing loose white silk pants under his body, he trembled slightly, hanging down at his ankles, and a pair of long white and tender legs were exposed.

"You!" Tan Wanqing was just about to speak, when she saw the person who pressed her reach out and rudely put her clothes at the end of the bed on the ground, and the neat clothes that were stacked were suddenly scattered.

Tan Wan Qingli was small, and when she was picked up and hugged on the bed, she had to be obedient to him, but when she saw the note in her sleeve pocket fall out, her expression suddenly changed slightly, and the strap behind her was untied, she suddenly thought of something, and only then did she look at the man in front of her who had hot hands and had been avoiding his gaze, he had been staring at freedom.

"Wait a minute!" Her head was a little loose, hiding on the military mattress on the dark and gray side, and she reached out and hurriedly pushed the chest that was pressing her in front of her, "Did you forget one thing?" The note, the inscription on the note, is not written. She just remembered that she had read the content twice, but there was no Xie Chengzu's signature, which was the most important part of the note.

Tan Wanqing couldn't care about anything else, turned over, went to use enough clothes, picked up the folded notes on the ground, and hurriedly glanced at them when she picked them up, sure enough, she hurriedly turned her over with her hand and circled her tightly: "My lord, the note is written urgently, forget the signature, the pen and ink are on the case, it is better to ......" Before she finished speaking, she saw the other party snort coldly, slowly let go of a hand, raised her head from the warm incense, and tore the paper clean when she took it in her hand.