It wouldn't be nice to be said to be a person who doesn't hate you.

Jiang Cailing raised her eyes to look at Gu Jiming, only to see that his ink-colored eyes were full of warmth and tenderness, like a spring breeze sweeping the snow, like willows sweeping the lake.

Somehow, the silent heart beat again, more and more violently, as if it wanted to jump out of the chest to look in the mind of the man opposite, to see if the opposite side of the warmth was as cold and piercing as an iceberg, to see if there was a bottomless whirlpool hidden behind the gentleness.

But even when Empress Dowager Jiang was in power, except for the moonlight floating in white that night, Gu Jiming had never been so gentle to her.

The scent of grass between the wings of his nose has not yet dissipated, his apricot eyes are churning with turbulent waves, and his heart is caught in a dialogue between heaven and hell.

- Jiang Cailing, is it possible that you are a person who is not annoying to him, and it makes you satisfied? Did it make you feel re-excited?

- Don't lie to yourself, you haven't forgotten him at all. Can't you hear the meaning of his words, you are the only person he doesn't hate even hugging, in the whole world, there is no one but you, you are his unique.

The position of the heart is faintly painful, if she is unique to him now, then what is the former Jiang Cailing? Is it someone he hates so much that he can't touch or hug?

Obviously, it's all her......

A pair of apricot eyes regained their clarity, a snow-white handkerchief embroidered with Pisces brushed over the eyes, and a little wetness appeared on the white brocade, Jiang Cailing slowly said, "Ling'er only wants a smooth life, not for her husband to be able to smell the princes, nor for the gold and silver carving at home." How many famous daughters in Luoyang City want to be a good match for Gu Xiang, why did Gu Xiang choose me. Ling'er knows that her talent is ugly and her appearance is average, if Gu Xiang meets another person you don't hate after marriage, how should Ling'er deal with herself at that time? ”

After Jiang Cailing finished speaking, her black and white eyes looked straight at Gu Jiming, Gu Jiming lowered his eyes, and did not speak for a long time, and a deep face carved out of white jade seemed to be covered with a faint mist, making people unable to see through the emotions at this time.

Just when Jiang Cailing thought that Gu Jiming was angry, a sentence floated above her head, "Gold and silver wealth or prestige and fame, but it's all your excuse, you hate me so much......"

Is it annoying?

Jiang Cailing sighed lowly, how could she ever hate him? Even when the blade pierced her chest, and the sound of flesh piercing through the flesh and bones, she didn't hate him even then.

If the world is peaceful, there is no demon queen to listen to the government, to ensure that the people live in peace and prosperity.

And the world is peaceful, and the prosperity of the country is also Emperor Zhaohong's last words to her.

Different paths lead to the same goal, even if he disdains her, she has no complaints.

Love is such a thing, originally relying on the mutual pleasure of the two loves, wishful thinking and deep love, in the end, only oneself is moved.

"Gu Xiang, I don't hate you, on the contrary, I like your talent, your appearance, your status and everything about you, if I am a man, my lifelong wish is to be able to become a dragon and phoenix among people like you. There are many people I don't hate, but the person I love must be the person I admire and love, so I can't understand why you would marry a woman who just looks like she doesn't hate to spend this life. ”

Gu Jiming didn't speak, raised his feet and walked out of the main hall door, the door was pushed open, the outside was already lit up at this time, the stars were shining, it was the end of the month, there was no moon in the sky, there was no bright moon, the starlight was extraordinarily shining, looking at it from afar, the stars were brilliant, like a silver light sprinkled all over the night sky.

Stepping out of the threshold, a cold voice sounded from outside the door, "You do your best in this competition, whether you win or lose, I will give you a satisfactory result." ”

After saying that, a figure in a purple official uniform gradually walked away and melted into the night.

Seeing Gu Jiming leaving, Bai He walked in with concern, and saw Jiang Cailing sitting on the chair at the end, looking out of the door with a pair of eyes, but he didn't notice her coming in, with a lonely look in his eyes. Bai He watched his heart, made a silent gesture to the maid who was about to come in later, and then stood quietly not far from Jiang Cailing.

Jiang Cailing really didn't notice Bai He's coming, and she heard the implication of Gu Jiming's words just now very clearly: Even if you win or lose the game, your marriage has nothing to do with me.

Gu Jiming has always been a person who believes in his word, and when he says this, there is a way to disrupt the marriage.

However, it is clear that she has wanted to break the marriage contract with Gu Jiming since she was reincarnated, and now that he has agreed, she should be full of joy, why...... I feel like a stuffy stone in my heart, and I can't be happy.

Gu Jiming was her light, appearing in her most difficult time, amazed the initial encounter, and gave her the motivation to continue to fulfill Emperor Zhaohong's last wish.

Every time she hears gossip that she is the queen of demons, how can she not be sad in her heart, after a long time, the soft bottom of her heart is not used to slander, but after the previous thousands of holes bloomed and bled out, it formed a thick scab and became numb.

From beginning to end, she was a human being. Facing the huge former dynasty alone, Guo Ang was young, and he was against her everywhere, he always felt that she had to lose the throne of the eldest brother, and he always felt that she would kill him anytime and anywhere.

Gu Jiming's appearance made her begin to look forward to the beauty of having people around her.

Admiration in the heart, love in the heart.

There was a voice shouting in her heart, she said, "Jiang Cailing, are you stupid, since you have him in your heart, why do you want to divorce the marriage, and now that the divorce is going to be successful, where are you hypocritical." ”

Because of deception.

He just said that He Ling'er was the only person he didn't hate to touch.

She had done a lot of things to Gu Jiming before, and when she thought of the disgust that rose in her heart every time she touched him before, she couldn't accept it.

The hug and kiss that night, how much disgust did he suppress in order to get rid of her?

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

The south bank of the river can be reborn after the spring breeze, the bright moon can be missing and round, what about love, can it be reborn and reunited after experiencing slaughter?

Jiang Cailing closed her eyes and looked at the pineapple table with her slender fingertips, and the teacups and cups on it also made a slight crisp sound due to shaking.

No moon, no sleep.

On the second day, Jiang Cailing was ready to prepare for the competition seriously, listing the list of things that needed to be purchased on paper, and shouldering the expectations of the people of Dazhou, since Gu Jiming said that no matter whether she won or lost, she did not need to lose.

After Jiang Cailing made up briefly, she wore an apricot-colored Ruyi moire shirt and a snow-white fur cloak, folded the list and put it in the sleeve cage, and went to Taozhenju before going shopping.

Today is the opening day of Taozhenju, and as soon as Hao Zheng saw that Jiang Cailing was not disguised, he knew that she was reluctant to come forward, so he took care of his buddies.

The plaque is now hanging on the top of the shop, and a man in green cloth with fairy wind and bones is standing in the crowd, barefoot, his face and beard are trimmed, and his face has subtle wrinkles, and it can be seen from his eyebrows that he was a handsome man when he was young.

This person is Jiang Cailing's calligraphy and painting master Song Qingyu in the palace, who calls himself a Qingyu layman.

Song Qingyu's fame in Luoyang City can be said to be well known to the literati, is in the year of confusion, in the peak of fame chose to retire to the countryside, has always been even if there are many people to give words and paintings, have been turned away.

The crowd boiled after seeing Song Qingyu, some looked very excited, and some remained skeptical.

"This is Song Qingyu? Seven years ago, he was Mr. Ruya, how did he become like this now? ”

"What do you know, have you ever heard of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest, the celebrities of the Wei and Jin dynasties drank wine, sang indulgently, wantonly and heartily, and did not follow the rules of etiquette, who has stipulated that people must wear shoes in life?"

"Qingyu Monk hasn't appeared for seven years, how can he be invited by a small shop today? Could it be that the owner of this shop is a big man? ”

Everyone was talking, Jiang Cailing was in the crowd, looking at Song Qingyu with a smile.

When Hao Zheng mentioned the plaque some time ago, the first person she thought of was Song Qingyu.

In order to cultivate her, Emperor Zhaohong invited every master who was the top in the arts, and Song Qingyu was one of them, Song Qingyu was never the legendary elegant and handsome, and he was lazy and lazy in class every day.

I still remember that in a class, it happened to be early in the morning, Song Qingyu did not show the disdain or flattery of others to Jiang Cailing, but sat on the wooden chair and fell asleep, and after waking up, she took out a pot of osmanthus wine from her sleeve and sat on the mahogany table to pour herself a drink, without looking at Jiang Cailing.

At this time, the sun was already rising, the room was full of the mellow smell of osmanthus wine, the sunlight that leaned into the room became particularly dazzling, and the three thousand ups and downs in the air could be seen.

"Master?" Jiang Cailing called in a low voice, but Song Qingyu was still unmoved, until she drank a glass of wine, and then she saw Jiang Cailing, a big living person.

Putting down the wine cup in his hand, "Have you ever painted or read a book before?" ”

"I've never painted, but I've read a few books."

"That Danqing can't learn anymore, and he has passed the most aura age."

Jiang Cailing believed it and said busily, "Master, Cailing will study carefully." ”

"What are you anxious about, you haven't finished speaking, fortunately you met this master, even if you are too old, you can still become a generation of grandmasters, are you willing?"

"Yes, I do!"

Song Qingyu was careless at this time, and when she was teaching, she was punished more harshly than any master, and the most ruthless time was for Jiang Cailing to stand under the sun holding a heavy stone for a day and a night.

Whenever Jiang Cailing wanted to give up, Song Qingyu would show an unexpected look on her face, and then raised her wine glass and mocked, "Sure enough, I can't even bear this bit of bitterness, so let's go back and wash my clothes." ”

People fought for a breath, and Jiang Cailing relied on such ridicule to insist on completing it.

Since then, I've been much more stable when I hold the pen and draw lines.

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