"I resented myself for being at the mercy of others like a puppet, confined to a cage like a house finch, resentful that I couldn't help myself, and resentful that I had no choice."

…… Duobu moved his lips, and wanted to ask me something, but when he saw that I was sullen, he stopped talking.

I let out a long sigh of relief and said, "But I don't complain now." I adapted to life here, got acquainted with the people here, and began to feel homesick and not complain. I'm about to get married and put down roots here. In the future, I will have children, and I will have children and grandchildren, and if I am still complaining, it will be too unsatisfying. ”

Duobu's face was slightly pale, and he looked at me with extremely pitying eyes, and raised his hand to comb the broken hair on my forehead again, "Over the years, I have wronged you." ”

Her hand rested in my ear, and tears blew down my cheeks and ticked down the back of my hand.

I felt like I was being scalded by boiling water, and I couldn't help but shake my hands.

"I'm guilty of not being able to take care of you, it's my negligence. Lack has grown up and is sensible, and he knows that he should plan for his life and plan for his future. ”

"Either way, you're never alone, because I'm with you. If you are in Beiqiu, I will follow you in Beiqiu, and if you stay in Nanzhan, I will accompany you in Nanzhan. Wherever you go, we'll make our home there. ”

This sentence, she said very hard, almost choked.

Duobu is obviously not a few years older than me, how to look at my eyes like a mother cares for her daughter, her eyes are full of love, and her words are full of advice. She wasn't like that before.

I don't know when I always felt that something was wrong.

When she was a child, she was lively and cheerful, and she talked a lot, and now she is silent and resolute, and she is not like a person at all. At that time, she followed Ah Zhao all day long, chattering non-stop, and liked to chat with someone. When it comes to what interests her, she always has something to say. Ah Zhao complained to me about Duobu's talk, and gave her the nickname Xiaozhi.

But now Duobu, the words are pitiful, if you don't declare in advance, someone will believe that she is dumb. But she was an exception when she lectured me. Whenever I make a mistake and make a mistake, she jumps out and accuses me, and she will turn from a young girl into an elderly mother, babbling, reasoning endlessly, and talking about life. But as soon as her anger passed, she immediately returned to her original loneliness and indifference, speaking according to the number of words, or nodding and shaking her head to send people away.

Her unpredictable personality often made it difficult for me to adjust to her two faces. But what made it most difficult for me to adapt was the motherly demeanor she inadvertently showed to me. Although someone shush me and ask for warmth, it is a thing that makes me very moved to care everywhere, and she should also give me guidance and reprimand. But think about it, how can I get along with her so much like a mother and daughter.

If Duobu is much older than me, and there is a certain age gap between us, it is okay for me to call her a mother. She wasn't a few years older than me, but she always spoke to me in my mother's voice, which was a strange feeling. It's like you've always regarded a woman of the same age as your sister, but what she wants to be is your mother. Even though the relationship seems harmonious and harmonious on the surface, deep down, it is more or less uncomfortable.

Thinking like this, I blurted out, "Duobu, do you really want to be a mother?" ”

She was unmoved, and still arranged my clothes for me.

I said this very slowly, and the words were very clear, and she couldn't hear them for no reason. Is she pretending not to hear? I chuckled in my heart, and suddenly became nervous, I was afraid that she really wanted to be my mother.

There aren't many people who know my relationship with Hoge, and Duobu is one of them. When I was in Beiqiu, I took Duobu into the palace secretly to visit Hege a few times. But each time, she offered to stay outside the arch to let me out, and the two never really met. When did she fall in love with Hoge, but she was so deeply hidden that I couldn't find the slightest clue.

I dragged my chin in distress and pondered over and over again.

Duobu is in the prime of life, and the rest of his life is long, so what do you like about Hege? Although Hoge is high, he is not heavy, and he looks good, but he is already a lot older, and no matter how good his appearance is, he is also full of folds. Could it be that Duobu still wants the calf to gnaw the old grass?

Tsk, how can she have such a heavy father-love complex, it's really nerve-wracking. Just thinking about it makes me shudder. No, not happy, she is my friend, how can she be my stepmother. I don't promise, I don't promise!!

I can't let that happen, I don't want such a young stepmother.

Putting these aside, let's take 10,000 steps back, that is, Duobu really wants to marry Hege and become Hege's ten or twenty, and I don't know how many concubines there are, judging from the current situation, this is extremely unlikely. We are in a foreign land, and there is no hope of returning. I'm afraid that for the rest of my life, I won't be able to do what I want.

But I was afraid that Duobu would not die and suffer from lovesickness, so I resolutely launched a rescue offensive.

I clenched my right hand into a fist, slammed it on my left palm, gritted my teeth and firmly objected, "I will not agree to you marrying Hege." Duobu, I know what you're thinking. Although Hoge is old, but that skin is still very tempting, it is not surprising that you like him, after all, who would not like beautiful things, although Hoge is an emperor, but he ...... Don't mention it. In short, you are still young and you know too few men, and you will inevitably be deceived by his appearance. When you're a little more mature, you'll see that there's nothing good about Hogg. ”

Duobu finally heard my words clearly this time, his face turned blue and white, and he became red and purple again, which was comparable to changing his face.

She slapped me in the head, gritted her teeth and said hatefully: "I'm talking nonsense again, and I can't talk too much to talk about, how could I want to marry Hege."

I blushed and was quiet.

When her face was a little better, I pouted and immediately tickled her, and she didn't smile or smile, like a Buddha.

It is cold at night, and the single shirt is not cold-resistant. We sat and talked, and then we went back to bed.

……——

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I was married in the Southern Emperor, and I met Meng Jie about half a month later, and he came back from Chuzhou, dusty and dusty.

When he came, I had just finished prostrating with the female master of ceremonies, and I was covered in cold sweat and was about to take a bath. Out of the entrance, I saw him standing quietly under the begonia tree in the atrium, holding a Mo Lan planted with colored glazed ceramics.

I was slightly stunned when I saw him, but he grinned at me, and his face was sunken. When he got closer, he found that he had a wound on his forehead, and he was bruised. His face was a lot darker, and his skin was slightly peeling, and his eyes were slightly yellow, but he still couldn't hide his Qionglin jade tree posture.

I smiled and said, "Meng Jie, whether you go out to sea to fish or go up to the mountains to hunt, you see how dark you are."

He smiled, looked down at the orchid in the porcelain pot, and replied to me gently: "If you get what you love, you can give up your skin."

I was stunned for a moment, and then I couldn't laugh.

"It's rare for you to have this realization, it's really not easy."

Meng Jie is handsome, elegant and elegant, and is known as the son of Jiankang Jiaoyue.

I think that good-looking people will pay more or less attention to their appearance, and Meng Jie is naturally no exception.

I smiled, "You are proficient in pharmacology, and you are used to maintenance, and a face that looks like a woman is fairer and more delicate than a woman." You care about your handsome face like this, and you are willing to let it tan like this! How much do you like this orchid? ”

He snorted dissatisfiedly, and stood straight with the flower pot. He was tall, like a mountain, and stood in front of me as if blocking out all light, leaving only a shadow for me.

We stood stiffly talking and talked about recent trivialities.

He changed his words and smiled, "You look happy." ”

"Huh?"

Am I so unreserved and have happiness written on my face?

When he saw my puzzled look, he laughed inexplicably, lowered his voice and said to me, "It's worth being happy to get what you want."

"Just ......"

"It's just that I didn't expect it to be so sudden, Your Majesty has married Changji for you. It's really impermanent. I just went to Chuzhou once and came back, but how can I have the illusion that I go to the countryside and look like a rotten Ke person,"

When he said this, his eyes wandered a little.

I couldn't help but hurt him: "What kind of sour poem are you going to write again?"

Meng Jie said angrily: "I am moved by feelings. ”

"Marry a husband who doesn't love you, marry a wife you don't want to marry. Lacking, you said that such a marriage is fortunate or unfortunate for women. ”

I pursed my lips and smiled, "Are you talking about tongue twisters?" ”

He was stunned, and then asked me, "You really don't understand what I'm talking about?"

I shook my head admittedly.

Meng Jie's eyes darkened, his long eyebrows frowned slightly, and his face was not very good. I'm afraid I'm tired from the journey. But after a while, he smiled again and handed Mo Lan in his hand to me.

"I've been a doctor since I was a schoolman, and I've learned all kinds of exotic flowers. And among the hundred flowers, there is only one Mo Lan. I feel that this flower is good for qi and nourishing the spirits, clear the heart and spleen, and is incomparably noble. My grandfather told me that Lan has a spirit, understands human language, and gives flowers to flowers, and all words are in flowers. ”

He spoke softly, as if whispering to his lover. I have never seen such a Meng Festival, serious and affectionate.

"I left in a hurry that day, originally to transplant this orchid, and wanted to give flowers to the person I liked. You say, if I had given you this Mo Lan earlier, would you have married me? ”

I took a step back in astonishment, and my lips trembled.

"Mon Festival...... You, you're joking with me? ”

He took back the pot and laughed, "Lie to you." Even if you are willing to marry me, I am not willing. You're stupid and ugly, and I'm not blind. How can I like you, how can I like you. He said two sentences in a row, how could he like you, one sentence heavier than the other.

Meng Jie is not credible, because he is very good at changing his face, and he was still serious at that time, and he can laugh and laugh at me at this moment, and tease me with a scoundrel.

He stared at me for a long time, then turned back again, looking cynical again.

"Later...... I won't call you Princess Jing, and call you lacking as usual. ”

"Okay."

He didn't say a word, then turned his back to me in a dashing manner and strode away.

The next day, Meng Jie sent someone to bring a treasure gift.

The boxy rosewood box only contained the peach blossom hairpin that I returned to, which he gave me during the hairpin festival, and I couldn't afford his affection, so I couldn't accept his will.

In the forty-second year of Tonglong, the Southern Emperor changed the name of the year to Daxing.

In mid-autumn, the Southern Emperor ordered that I be officially the concubine of King Jing, and the etiquette note will be previewed today. From the book to the family, some red tape, the beginning of autumn began to prepare, the winter solstice wedding.