Zhiyue'er turned around and said disgustedly: "Hey, you are like a soft persimmon." In the past, all the women in the Luan Dynasty knew kung fu, and whoever had a hard fist would listen to whomever they wanted. How did you survive from the Luan Dynasty? ”

I'm a little sad.

Didn't you almost survive......

Zhiyue'er had enough, got off her, rubbed her palm, and turned back to the house. When she passed by me, she snorted again: "I'm for myself, not for you." Do you understand? ”

"Understood, understood." I sigh.

The waiter sat up slowly from the floor, stretched out her hand to cover her face, and looked at me with more and more hatred. She glared at me fiercely and ran downstairs crying.

I turned around, only to see Han holding the piano and walking towards his room.

This guy didn't wait for me. What does a person do walking so fast?

When the guests saw the troublemakers returning to the house, they also closed their doors. Only Liu Jia maintained the posture just now, looking at me all the time.

I pretended not to see it, lifted my skirt, and lowered my head to follow.

Go back to the house and close the door.

Han put the anchovid on the table and sat down on the table without saying a word.

I walked over to the table, crouched down, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Han wanted to speak and stopped, then shook his head, and disguised his thoughts with a smile: "What do you want to hear?" I'll play the piano for you. ”

The reason why I didn't like to play the piano before was because the strings were too hard. If you play with it for a long time, your fingers will hurt a lot.

I took his hand, and sure enough, I saw his reddish fingertips, and said distressedly: "I don't want to listen, you don't want to play." ”

He reached out and pulled me, took me in his arms, and said softly, "No one can hurt my sister." ”

I felt a little emotional, and couldn't help but say, "Han, I don't know how much you remember, and I don't know if you remember my identity...... Actually, I am not angry, because she is right, how can I be so willing to fall into it...... The imperial power is gone, but my life is still there. I should fight back, I should take back the imperial power...... I can't live up to the study of the past ten years, it is the mother emperor and countless palace people, it took a lot of energy to let me learn the benevolence and morality. I can't waste everything in the past just because of my own pain...... I can't put the Luan family in the hands of the imperial sister, and thousands of people still need my rule...... Han, are you listening to me? When I looked up, I saw Han with his eyes closed and already asleep.

Actually asleep?

I shoved him awake: "Go back to bed." ”

"Uh-huh......" He walked to the bed, rubbed his shoes off with his foot, and collapsed on the bed.

“……”

I went back to the dresser and took off my jewelry one by one.

Tomorrow, let's return these things to Zhiyue'er.

……

Next.

I slept until noon and no one taught me, and I didn't see Han when I woke up.

I went downstairs to look for him, only to find that there was not a single guest in the lobby. There was only a small servant in the lobby with a broom, listlessly sweeping the floor.

"Have you seen Shinofar?" I stepped forward and asked.

When the little guy saw me, it was like seeing a ghost, first with a frightened face, and then he shook his head desperately: "I didn't see it." ”

I was puzzled and asked, "Why are there no guests today?" "Yesterday, even during the day, there were quite a few customers passing by.

Xiaowu: "Today is the birthday of the ancestor, and there is a temple fair in the evening." Cook Ma gets sick every year today, and eighty percent of them secretly set up a cake stall outside. ”

I see......

Temple fair?

I used to hear palace people often mention it, but the only experience was sneaking out of the palace with assorted mixes. That time I went back to the palace before dark, and the only impression left in my mind was the street food.

I turned around and continued to look for Han, but I saw Zhiyue'er coming out of the back kitchen with a plate of pastries, and was about to go back to the house.