Time was almost like years for Wen Chuchu, and her patience was almost worn out, and she decided to wait until it was dark at most to get up. As a human being in two lives, where has she suffered this grievance. If it weren't for the fact that he was an old man who couldn't take care of himself, if it weren't for Sikong Ye's father, she would have patted her ass and left regardless of the consequences!

Fortunately, the patience of the person above seemed to be running out, and his old but still strong voice sounded in the room.

"Pour me a cup of tea."

Oops, mom, you're finally talking!

Hearing this, Wen Chuchu almost wanted to light firecrackers to celebrate.

"Yes!"

She wanted to jump up, but as soon as she stood up, she couldn't stop gasping.

The knees of both legs are sore and painful, and it hurts to take a step. Although Wen Chuchu couldn't see it, she felt that her walking posture must be very funny like a duck.

But no matter what she thought, she walked to the table first, poured a cup of tea, and walked back to the bed.

Looking at Sikong Qing lying on the bed, she felt that this situation should be helped up, so she stretched out her hand to him and was about to say rude.

But then something happened that stunned her.

The old man in a bright yellow robe in front of him actually sat up by himself!

Depend on! Didn't you say a stroke? Sikong Ye, you are playing me!

Wen Chuchu's heart was messy, and his apricot eyes were round.

Sikong Qing took the cup of tea from her hand, and after taking a sip, he said as if he knew her thoughts: "He doesn't know, don't look at me like this." ”

Only then did Wen Chuchu realize that his behavior was really disrespectful.

He lowered his head and didn't look at him directly, thinking that Jiang was still old and spicy, and he pretended to be sick and played his two sons around.

But what did he do with me?

Took the silver and rolled? Death? Or do you want her to fool her two sons and let him sit in this position longer?

Wen Chuchu's heart flashed through countless bloody episodes at eight o'clock in the night. And this time, Sikong Qing seemed to know her thoughts again, and said, "I have finished drinking this tea." ”

Wen Chuchu didn't react to his words at first.

just subconsciously wanted to take the empty teacup from Sikong Qing's hand, but he didn't give it.

His gaze unintentionally swept over the place where he was kneeling just now, and his heart flashed. It seems to understand something.

She knelt all afternoon.

She poured Sikong Qing a cup of tea.

The daughter-in-law gives tea to her father-in-law!

My day!

Thinking of this, Wen Chuchu's heart was not a surprise first, but I wiped it, what a big grass and mud horse!

Isn't it just for her to make a tea! How simple! Is it so torturous!

You are an emperor, fighting with a little girl, is it appropriate to be so arrogant?

Wen Chuchu looked at Sikong Qing with sad and angry eyes.

But Sikong Qing looked at her with sharp eyes.

It's ok for a short time. Wen Chuchu couldn't stand it for a long time.

She felt that Sikong Qing was trying to let herself do something. But I don't know what to do.

Don't do that?

Just say what you want to do?

Wen Chuchu wants to cry without tears, guessing riddles and detours have never been her strong points. But I still vaguely guessed something, and said two words in a small voice, uncertainly.

"Father?"

Sweating a lot, and no water entered, Wen Chuchu's voice was obviously hoarse.

Sikong Qing nodded, "I guess you shouldn't have called Luo Chen like this!" ”

Yun Qingfeng's words hit Wen Chuchu's heart and shook him fiercely. She wanted to say that she couldn't understand what he was talking about, but Sikong Qing was still saying: "I've fought with him all my life, and I can be regarded as knowing his temperament." How can a second-married woman really be his daughter-in-law? I'm right. The little girl of the Wen family? ”

Wen Chuchu's heart was thundering like a war drum at the moment.

She thought it would be a matter of time before she was discovered, but she didn't expect it to be so early, and the person who found it would stand so tall. It seems that every qiē is understood by this man who looks old. Her identity, maybe there is also the open and secret struggle between Sikong Ye and Sikong Ming, and maybe even about Chiang Rai, he also controls a lot.

It's a little scary to know each other at all, but it seems like you're being seen through it all.

Wen Chuchu's palms broke out in a cold sweat, and she wiped it on her body.

Denial seems to be running out of the way.

Only admitted!

"What is the matter with the emperor looking for Chu Chu?"

She looked directly into Sikong Qing's eyes, sometimes forcing herself to the point of no retreat. On the contrary, it is more possible to find a solution!

Nobility is innate, and the oppression that stands above all people begins to accumulate from the day they reach the top. One day at a time. As an emperor, the pride and prestige have been deeply integrated into his flesh and blood. Wen Chuchu had to be glad that he was old, otherwise he was really not sure if he would be able to hold on under this gaze.

"Eleven sons, five died, and the remaining six are the two of them, suitable for this position, but unfortunately they are also the most affectionate!"

Sikong Qing's words were cool to Wen Chuchu.

Because at least for now, it seems that the amorous feelings of the two men are right for her.

But in my heart, I still have a reason to comfort myself in the end.

If he wanted to kill himself, he wouldn't talk so much nonsense!

So Sikong Qing also said next.

"You don't get involved in the fight between them. Whoever can sit in that position sits on. ”

That's it?

Wen Chuchu raised his eyebrows after listening to Sikong Qing's words, and his intuition was not in danger, so he said directly: "Scheming is also a kind of strength. He can use me to disturb Sikong Ming's heart and Si Kong Ming doesn't find out, this should be considered a chess win for him. Throughout the ages, countless men have been ruined by beauty schemes. ”

After finishing speaking, Wen Chuchu realized that his courage was also big. Dare to face this tiger who doesn't know when he will bite him.

"Emotions can make people lose their minds. If it were sometime else, he could use you to train him, but now is not the time. The chess pieces must be obedient in order to have the value of zài. If you don't obey, you will be destroyed. Replace one. ”

His words were already threatening.

Wen Chuchu understood that she was a chess piece in his eyes, but her chess piece was a little jumpy. With disbelief, he asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will stay by his side if Sikong Ye wins in the end?" ”

Now that I know her identity, of course I understand that she is not good. If she was really allowed to stay until the end, it might be a disaster.

Although Wen Chuchu didn't plan to do that, she just didn't want to go against the grain.

Unexpectedly, Sikong Qing's wrinkled eyes smiled contemptuously.

"If he is the emperor, you don't have the ability to be the queen!"

Dead old man. Stinky old man, even if you look down on people, don't be so direct!

This time, Wen Chuchu reacted quickly, she knew that what Sikong Qing was referring to was that she couldn't deal with the endless plots of civil and military officials and harem women who didn't let Sikong Ye set up a Fenghua woman as the queen.

She admits that she is!

No brains!

But is it a completely different thing for others to say it and for yourself to say it?

Also look!

If you look at it any longer, I want to strangle you on the spot, and you will die together!

The contemptuous look in his eyes set Wen Chuchu's chest on fire.

She told herself to endure it, but she still couldn't help it, and asked in a stiff voice: "If there is nothing else, the folk girl will leave!" ”

Sikong Qing looked at him without a little fluctuation in his eyes. But I had some thoughts.

Because the current Wen Chuchu is not at all as forbearant as just now. On the contrary, it is a bit of a big pinched little family.

It's really the same as what the intelligence says, but intelligence is intelligence after all, and you still have to look at your own eyes to see people.

"Quasi-retreat." After Sikong Qing finished speaking, he continued to lie on the bed, as if he was still planning to pretend.

The corners of Wen Chuchu's eyes twitched.

"You should understand what should be said and what should not be said."

"Understood." Wen Chuchu nodded weakly, and then said, "Whether you allow me or not, I have to drink saliva before going out!" ”

Anyway, he won't touch her, and now there is no one, he is not his real father-in-law, and she doesn't bother to care about any etiquette and humility. So after speaking, Wen Chuchu walked to the table and poured himself tea. Drink a glass, not enough. Drank two glasses. Inadequate. simply picked up the teapot and drank the cow.

Feeling a gaze, Wen Chuchu seemed to see the contemptuous smile in front of him.

I didn't care about it, and I put down the teapot after drinking.

"Thank you for your hospitality!"

After saying it with resentment, he walked out the door.

Pushing open the door of the hall, Wen Chuchu felt weak all over his body.

I just feel tired and want to sleep well, and I want to go back to sleep quickly, but I still don't dare to walk too fast, after all, her old legs!

"Are you alright?"

The sound of the temple door being heard open. Sikong Ye greeted him at once.

Wen Chuchu looked at his haggard look and was touched in his heart for no reason.

"You've been waiting a day?"

"It's fine!" Sikong Ye jumped a few questions and gave the answers. He was waiting for a day, but it was fine.

Instead, he was more worried about her. Looking at her slightly pale face, I had mixed feelings.

It turned out that he couldn't even protect her!

"Let's go!" Wen Chuchu began to leave as he spoke, obviously not wanting to tell Sikong Ye what was happening inside.

Regardless of whether he talks about Sikong Qing pretending to be sick or not, just punishing him for kneeling and saying it will definitely make Sikong Ye unhappy. Although this is already the case, she still doesn't want to be the demon girl who affects the relationship between father and son.

After walking a few steps, Sikong Ye found that Wen Chuchu's pace was a little wrong.

Looking down, there was no dust on the hem of her skirt though. But in some places the folds are very noticeable.

He pressed Wen Chuchu's shoulders and stopped her. Then without saying anything, he bent down and pressed her knee lightly.

"Hey, Sikong Ye, you're sick!"

Wen Chuchu quickly shrank back, where she didn't dare to touch it at all. But Sikong Ye came again like this, and it was so painful that he flew.

She glanced sideways, but when she saw Sikong Ye's self-blaming and regretful tangled gaze, her anger disappeared in an instant.

"Nothing."

Wen Chuchu covered up and started again.

But Sikong Ye bent down and picked her up directly.

strode back to the palace, not saying a word along the way.

This was the most silent Wen Chuchu had since he met Sikong Ye. (To be continued......)