The next day, Qinghe opened her eyes in the morning light, only to feel that the physical and mental pain was incomprehensible. But if you exert a little force, your whole body will fall apart.

She was numb in pain, and she didn't care about it: "The more pain in the body, the better, maybe it can numb the heart, and the pain will not drill the heart." ”

After waking up for a long time, Qinghe realized that he was being held from behind. She didn't care about the person she embraced: "He is Bo Win, not Ah Long, why should I care?" ”

She was even more indifferent to her own body: "Since Ah Long is gone, I will die sooner or later, why care?" ”

Bo Ying was twelve sad for her, turned her over with tenderness and sweetness, and looked at her affectionately, even if it was only in exchange for indifference.

He said cautiously: "Qinghe, I have arranged the canonization ceremony, and from today on, you will be my poppy." Naturally, the beauty is really not worthy of you. However, in my heart, you are a unique poppy, and you are my favorite poppy in this life. ”

Qinghe chuckled when he heard this: "Poppy? It's a beautiful thing. Flowers, I like them very much; Name, where do I deserve it? If you think about it, poppies and poppies belong to the same family, and the flowers are similar, but the differences inside are like a world. Poppies are poisonous and useful, delicate, showy and strong. Poppies are not poisonous, but they are really useless. What's more, she has a slender stem, brittle branches and leaves, thin petals, and a weak texture. Why should you be sad about such a forbidden and useless flower? ”

Bo Ying said happily: "My poppy beauty, like a goddess, is worth my sad day and night, I will naturally let her live with the sky." ”

Qinghe smiled charmingly: "You care about Yu Meiren so much, you really can't distinguish between them." Fortunately, your poppy doesn't have a few days left to bloom, and you don't need to work for a few days. ”

After finishing speaking, he ignored him again, read Ah Long, spoke softly, and sang in a low voice:

Climb the corner tower and look at the lonely hill. The Iraqi people have gone, and suddenly look back. Peach blossom powder face, no red face left.

Climb the corner tower and look at the lonely hill. The Iraqi people have died, and they are in a hurry. Falling flowers and waning moon, yesterday hurt and now sad.

Climb the corner tower and look at the lonely hill. The Iraqi people have passed away, and the old hatred is new. Just like the usual water, a river cries and flows.

Climb the corner tower and look at the lonely hill. The Yiren have died, and the stars are worried. The sun dwells in the moon, where is the state of God.

Climb the corner tower and look at the lonely hill. The people of Iraq have died, what do the heavens and the earth want? Rise and fall through the ages, but I hope to be the same hill.

Bo Ying hugged her tightly, put her head to his neck, just silently, just silently listened.

Qinghe suddenly felt that the top of his head was wet, and he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart: "Is it raining?" The glazed roof of Huaxuan Palace is also so watery? ”

Shocked, he struggled to get up, but unfortunately his arm acupoints were sealed, and his legs and feet were imprisoned again.

Qinghe thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that he is regretting, it turns out that he is crying." Thinking of this, my heart felt compassion for no reason, but a change of thought, and this thought was dispelled in an instant: "What do you do to pity him? It's too late to hate. Shameless villain, harm me Aaron. ”

Bo Ying was not disappointed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qinghe, don't curse me anymore." Kiss her lips lightly, and silently read in her heart: "Her lips are like poppies, delicate, sweet, soft, delicate, and lubricated. ”

Qinghe only thinks about Ah Long, and doesn't care about his kiss, only treats him as air.

It wasn't until she couldn't catch up with the canonization that Bo Ying was reluctant to give up, got up and personally dressed her in palace clothes, and personally groomed her in the mirror.

After cleaning up, Bo Ying dared to untie her acupoint, took her little hand, and said softly: "My poppy beauty, she is really beautiful, and she is even more than the goddess of heaven." Today we are going to participate in a small canonization ceremony, you just have to rest assured, just endure a little, it won't be too long, and when you come back, I will give you freedom. If you like, I'll move with you to the Palace in two days. ”

Qinghe chuckled: "I have never promised to accept any canonization or be a beauty." I'm not going, you're going to do it yourself. With your appearance, kill Song Yu in seconds, beat Pan An, and self-proclaimed beauty, your queen, together with your three concubines, nine concubines and nine concubines, may not dare to make irresponsible remarks, why bother? ”

When Bo Ying heard this, his face sank: "You are now a poppy beauty, you must know how to be virtuous, virtuous and honest." I can't hide you in a secret room for the rest of my life. It can't be a lifetime, leaving you nameless and pointless. Sooner or later, you will give birth to a dragon heir for me, and I can't let him be nameless and surnameless, and he can't raise his head to be a man in Changle Palace. ”

Qinghe's face was full of anger: "You should be respectful!" I'm not a poppy! It won't give you a swarm of green flies! If you can't get angry, you might as well kill me! ”

Bo Ying trembled with anger: "You said it yourself, I love you so much, you are not my woman, who am I?" ”

Qinghe sneered: "Prisoner! Captive! Slave girl! ”

The two were fighting inseparably, and suddenly heard that the palace people were trembling and came to report: "Your Excellency, the concubine asks to see." ”

While speaking, Qishui floated into the hall, and Ying Ying bowed: "The concubine knocks to see the king." ”

Bo Ying instantly turned his anger into a smile: "Ah Shui, you came in a hurry, is there something important?" ”

Qi Shui tilted his head upward: "The concubine took the liberty to come here today, and she did have a reluctant invitation." ”

Bo Ying chuckled: "Ah Shui, whatever you think, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

Qishui had tears in her eyes: "The concubine is grateful for the favor of the king, and the beauty for her guidance, the concubine finally reunited with Sister Xiu yesterday." Our sisters have nothing else to ask for, just to go back to Shushan and meet our parents, but we have been dreaming of it for many years. ”

Bo Ying pondered for a moment before he said: "Ah Shui has been with me for nearly 20 years, dreaming of sleeping at night, working hard, and never doing his filial piety in front of his father-in-law and mother-in-law. It's rare to have a sister reunion today, I am reluctant to give up, I don't want to, how can I be ruthless to stop it? I saved some calligraphy and painting antiques, and I always wanted to honor the old Taishan. I know that he has lofty ambitions, and he may not like it, but my filial piety can be learned. I should have given it with my own hands, but I was afraid that he would dislike me as a mortal and would not summon me, so I had to lend my hand to give it away. ”

Qishui was moved: "The king is hardworking, the concubine understands, and the concubine has thanked the king." ”

Bo Ying said again: "Seventh brother Yan'er, I will take care of it, you just have to rest assured that you can go on the road." ”

Qi Shui's face was solemn: "The seven highnesses are all adults, and it is the duty of the son of man to be loyal and filial, and the king only has to teach strictly, and only hope that they can contribute to the country and share worries for the king." ”

After speaking, Ying Ying bowed three times, and then floated away.

Qinghe looked at each other stupidly, just thinking about her Aaron.

Seeing that if he didn't leave, he would miss the auspicious time, Bo Ying didn't talk nonsense with Qinghe anymore, picked her up and strode out.

Walking halfway, Bo Ying thought about it, and felt that it was very inappropriate to hold her hostage like this, because the protagonist of the canonization ceremony was Qinghe, so naturally she couldn't be forced blindly, let alone pulled. But she doesn't obey discipline, so what can she do?

Bo Ying was in a hurry, and almost begged: "Qinghe, how kind are you, save some face for me, after the canonization ceremony, I promise to take you to see Long Fan." ”

This really worked, and in an instant, Qinghe realized the transformation of her identity as a husband, and became a gentle and considerate, virtuous and humble poppy beauty, so well-behaved, she was really happy to win.

On the platform of Fengyun Palace, the canonization ceremony was held as scheduled. According to common sense, just a little beauty, just naturalization and registration, it is not worth raising the public, why do you need to make a big fanfare, the monarch is here?

Bo Ying is so high-profile that there are no ancients before, and there is no one who will come after, and this "canonized beauty" is more grand than the "canonization queen" back then.

Needless to say, the red felt paves the floor and catches people's eyes; Needless to say, the lights are colorful and joyful; Needless to say, there are thousands of flags and weather; Not to mention the beauties of the six palaces, eager to wear. Just looking at his infinite favor is enough to make the concubines unrelieved.

Let's ask, in all dynasties, which concubine was canonized and embraced by the king all the way from the dormitory? Still tender and sweet, following the same trend, afraid of being abandoned?

Bo Ying is so willing to risk the world's disapproval, one is to show favor, showing off three thousand favors in one; the second is to demonstrate, showing the bright knife to challenge the dark arrow; The third is to take precautions, so that Qinghe will be like a fish in water in the palace in the future with the emperor's east wind.

He made careful calculations and thought hard for her long-term planning, but Qinghe didn't appreciate it: "What does such grace have to do with me? Everything in the world will never enter my heart again, except for Ah Long. ”

Qinghe showed the patience of his life for Aaron and was at the mercy of him. First of all, he pretended to be pretending to be in all directions, and the jade was canonized; and endured infinite anxiety, suffering all kinds of helplessness, listening to the ceremonial officer read the edict of canonization; He swallowed his anger and gave dozens of concubines such as the queen, concubine, concubine, concubine, concubine, concubine, Mu Zhaorong, Yi Zhaoyuan, and Xiuyi, Le Xiurong, and other dozens of concubines and concubines to salute and offer tea; and behaved, respectful, and listened to a group of idlers competing and jealous, intriguing.

In fact, she thinks of Ah Long all the time: "I don't know how Ah Long hurts? Can you wake up? Can it be lived? Can it be cured? Can I escape? ”

Thinking of this, my body and mind hurt like a knife: "At this juncture of life and death, I am useless, like a fool, poking here, seeing these Laoshzi idlers, doing this Laoshzi false courtesy, listening to such Laoshzi nonsense." ”

Qinghe is anxious, but he must be calm, and his anxiety is hopelessly manifested in his clumsiness. At the time of the tea ceremony, due to absent-mindedness, three teacups were knocked over one after another, ten fingers, and five pairs of burns were burned.

Qinghe himself was completely unaware of all this, as if in a dream.

Such behavior frightened the concubines of Wu Guo, how could they have ever seen such a clumsy cute baby? Surprised inexplicably, like hitting a ghost.

The most pitiful thing is to win, to get a woman, to be extremely ashamed, two wars, almost want to go first.

After being extremely indignant, she hid her face and cried, bleeding from the bottom of her heart: "Where are you worthy of being a poppy?" It is the ultimate grace to seal you as a fool. Anything else, it's a pity that I have this world-famous Jingdezhen best tea set! ”

After tossing for an hour, Qinghe was already resentful and impatient, and finally ended a farce and finally said goodbye to a purgatory.

She was in a hurry, but she had to pretend to be graceful on her face and walk slowly under her feet, so that she could win with the king and achieve the dragon and phoenix.

Bo Ying hugged the beauty, changed his shame, his face was full of joy, and he helped Qinghe to walk off the canonization stage, thinking about what to do: "To tell the truth, send her back to Ailiangong, and ask Zixiao and Ziyao to guard it day and night, I really can't rest assured." I can't deal with this little ghost, and Zi Xiao and Zi Yao are even more helpless. Hey, no matter what, I had to continue to hide Jiaojiao in the secret room of the south study. Alas, I don't know when the hiding will end? is so secretive, I don't know how Kingdee can say the long and short? ”

Thinking of Kingdee's eighth woman, Bo Ying hated so much that the roots of his teeth trembled.

He was gritting his teeth with hatred, when he felt Qinghe's little hand quietly stretched out, this was the first time in her life that she took the initiative to show affection.

Bo Ying was overjoyed: "Who can not eat people?" Who will be able to escape the bonds? Since she has become a beauty, she naturally learns to forbear, even if it is just pretending to be garlic. ”

Joyful in the heart, I can't help it, Qinghe is warm from head to toe, and the spring breeze is all over her body, even the eight women of Jindee are not so hateful.

Overjoyed, Bo Ying forgot that the canonization ceremony had just ended, a lotus heart was as tough as ever, and a lotus heart was stubborn and stubborn; Forget about broad daylight and public eyes; forgot about intrigue and scheming; I just want to hug and kiss passionately and be alone.

In order to see Ah Long, Qinghe snuggled in Bo Ying's arms, weak and boneless, gentle and virtuous.

Bo Yingdun had an illusion: "Today's sun is so bright; The sky is so clear today. Today's spring breeze is so soft. Are the stars tonight like a song? ”

He was wandering in a happy and perfect paradise, like a dream, when he heard Qinghe whisper softly: "Your Majesty, when can I see Ah Long?" ”

A whisper was light and light, but for Bo Ying, it was like a thunderbolt rolling out on a sunny day, and it bombarded overhead in an instant. It's like a heavy hammer flying in the air and smashing it the chest.

In this way, he was bombed and smashed again, turning somersault clouds, and flesh and blood, and fell into the eighteenth layer of hell, and he could not be reborn forever.

Originally, Bo Ying and Qinghe have a trace of similarity, that is, they are very fantastical.

Qinghe fantasizes about rescuing Aaron all the time, and Bo Ying fantasizes about Qinghe's change of heart all the time.

Just walked off the canonization platform and raised his head, Bo Ying saw the Changle Palace with carved beams and paintings, heavy palaces, and magnificent momentum, and saw the concubines and concubines, hundreds of officials and civil and military, all of whom paid attention to themselves.

As the king, Bo Ying does not need to remind himself all the time: "Every word I say and every step I take is related to the success or failure, rise and fall of the entire Soochow, and we must be cautious." ”

It is no wonder that Changle Palace is a model of the palace city in the world, Pucheng is the imperial capital of thousands of generations, and Dongwu is an ancient country famous in China.

Bo Ying secretly gritted her teeth: "As a poppy beauty, she can't cater to the king's heart, conform to the holy will, and keep to herself." Not only failed to judge the situation and adapt measures to local conditions, but also single-mindedly thought about the fragmented old enemy. She is so detached and ungrateful. Make somebody's blood boil. People and gods are angry. ”

Bo Ying secretly gritted his teeth: "In order to make her comfortable, I have exhausted all my calculations and it is difficult to sleep and eat." For her sake, my courtiers and I parted unhappily. For her sake, I became more and more estranged from my children. For her sake, I met with my concubines. But she repaid her virtue and resentment, obsessed with Long Fan. ”

Bo Ying was sad: "Qinghe, as my poppy beauty, at least you should take care of my sincerity, at least you should take care of my deep love, at least you should take care of my gentleman's face, at least you should pretend to be garlic." How can I just be canonized and still in my arms, and ask other men? ”

hurriedly comforted himself: "Perhaps, in order to see Long Fan, Qinghe is already trying to pretend to be garlic and try his best to play the role of poppy onion." It's a pity that she was born infatuated, and she was born cute, and she completely belongs to the type of neither onion nor garlic, such a green lotus pie naturally does not abide by the law of onion and garlic, and it is really difficult to handle such a heavy burden. ”

Thinking of this, my heart was gloomy: "Let her pretend to be half an hour, it is barely difficult, more than an hour, it is difficult to force her." She has been forbearing, and she has pretended to be even more difficult until now, and it is even more difficult, and it is more difficult than reaching the sky. ”

Despite this, Bo Ying was still indignant: "But Qinghe, don't you know? I'm harder than you! Between two fires! It's hard to speak!

Qinghe, don't you know? I'm also loading garlic. Of course I know your true nature, how dare I imagine that you can cut through the mess quickly? I am shrewd with others, but I am foolish with you. If I'm not confused, even your love for garlic will be nowhere to be found.

Qinghe, don't you know? As a head of garlic, I have tried my best to forbear, just hope to pretend for more time, over time, under my influence, you can take root and sprout, become a small garlic, follow me to carry on the past, thrive, among the poppy onions.

How happy is my onion and garlic dream? It's a pity that your little garlic is too shallow, and even my garlic has gone astray, and the law of onion and garlic is difficult to apply.

You know what? I owe it to you, this little garlic, to water and fertilize it, but in vain. So far, I can't pretend to be garlic, I am only self-inflicted, wishful thinking, full of anxiety, relatives, and indignation.

That's it, you don't want to sprout, you don't want to grow, you don't even leave me hope. In the long run, will I not be alone, and the future will be bleak? How do I keep my face? ”

Thinking of this, Bo Ying was furious, and the garlic was angry. After thinking about it, he still pressed the garlic and tried to express his love: "Qinghe, let's go back to the palace first, and I will arrange it in the evening." ”

Qinghe was enlightened when he heard this: "He has no integrity at all!" It's a lie! It doesn't matter if you deceive people, how can you bury me Aaron? ”

In an instant, the small garlic was stronger than the garlic, and the garlic was angry.

Qinghe was extremely angry, suddenly shook off Bo Ying's hand, and said angrily: "Bo Win!" A turtle is brighter than you! A toad is more straightforward and honest than you! A green fly is more honest than you heroes! ”

Bo Ying was angry when he heard the words, his eyes were bulging more than a turtle, his belly was more explosive than a toad, his heart was smaller than a green fly, from head to toe, he was angry, he couldn't bear it, and he jumped like a thunderstorm: "Long Fan used to scold me like this, but today I changed to her, I am a big belly, how can I bear it?" ”