Su Shenci met Xiao Heng in June next year.

At that time, she had not been married for a long time, and as the eldest lady of the right marriage age in the Dali Temple, she also had the qualifications to enter the palace for a banquet.

When he was sitting in the pavilion with Xing Xiaowei talking, Xing Zhi and some other children of the family happened to accompany him passing outside the pavilion.

He stopped, enthusiastic and unrestrained, he was indeed quite eye-catching in a group of well-behaved rich and noble sons.

Xing Zhi summoned them to come over to greet her, and she did a good fortune from afar, so she avoided it.

That's all there is to it.

She thought it was very ordinary, but she didn't want to, the next day on Xing's birthday, he was actually a guest at Xing's house.

Easy-going and talkative people are always easy to trade favors from others.

Not only did he get along with Xing Zhi and the others quickly, but he also won the praise of everyone in the market.

She had forgotten how she had become acquainted with him, but she remembered that it was not long before it was another small party, and he had chosen an occasion where no one was there and he confided his affection to her.

He leaned over her face, his eyes deep, his voice hoarse, and every pore seemed to reveal seriousness.

She resisted seriously on the surface, counted him down with a blushing face, and even spoke incoherently enough to call him, a "disciple", "Megumi Yanagishita".

He chuckled, then hugged her.

He was so enthusiastic, as if he had rehearsed it countless times in his heart.

For the first time, she was so close to a strange man, and his enthusiasm and his straightforwardness made her moved.

Then he asked for a marriage, and then successfully hired three matchmakers, which made her think that it was because God was sympathetic to her, and after she had experienced so much unfairness, he finally compensated her in marriage.

She felt that it was normal for her to have a biological child, but after marriage, he said that she was weak and young, and it was not good for her to have a child born early.

She really just devotes herself to conditioning her body.

But then he let Du Ruolan come into the house.

Until then, she had never doubted his character, or rather his emotional casualness.

Looking at it from the beginning with her later experience, his performance on the wedding night was young, not experienced.

And as a prince, he can have a room before marriage, and he doesn't have it, so he really doesn't need to pretend in this regard.

When she questioned his intentions, he never shied away.

He was gentle with her throughout, and could even be said to be somewhat tolerant.

All of this convinced him that he was in agreement with her on the relationship between children and daughters.

In the period before Du Ruolan appeared, she felt that her life had been perfected.

So much so that Du Ruolan suddenly appeared, and suddenly broke into her room with that unbearable appearance, at that moment, she was crazy in her heart!

Even if she hadn't lost her honor in front of others, she still didn't believe that Xiao Heng, who had said in her ear that she would let her be only him, would be such a casual person!

She found him in the back garden feeding the fish, and saw a fleeting cold color in his eyes when he turned around.

"I'm sorry, Ah Ci, it's all because I didn't hold back for a while." He looked at her calmly and gently, holding a plate of fish food, and gave an obvious apology.

"You may know, men, where can they resist the temptation to send it to their door? Sister Lan said that she had admired me for a long time, and I was confused for a while, and then she just-"

She cried and laughed.

As soon as the hand was raised, the whole face was wet.

Why are you crying? She didn't know.

When I think about it, I don't think it's worth it.

But my heart hurts......

You love someone and give your heart as the most precious thing in the world, but people turn a blind eye.

What's the most heart-wrenching part? What you cherish is what he doesn't care about.

He doesn't want your heart at all, it's just the pleasure of the bed and the other place.

As for the heart-to-heart or something, it doesn't matter at all to the King of Chu, who has not been bound by etiquette since he was a child.

Even the heirs didn't matter to him......

No one stipulates that men and women must love each other!

No one stipulates that a momentary heart must be held on to the end!

She didn't say anything more.

Later, when she saw that he wanted to vomit, she wanted to vomit even more when she saw Du Ruolan.

Du Ruolan also wanted to kill her, so she killed her.

From that moment on, she began to be cruel, right?

He didn't annoy her anyway.

"Who do you love the most?"

On the last snowy night of that spring, she drank tea alone in the water pavilion.

He came in, and there was a rouge mark on the placket of his shirt from nowhere, and she asked him as she held on to the cup.

It was the seventh year she had been married to him.

It was also the big day that he had just accepted another beautiful concubine.

In addition to her, he brought five women to the palace before and after.

Each one is extremely beautiful, ringed fat and thin, and each has its own style. She thought that if she was him, then she would definitely not be able to choose the word "most".

She also loves beauty now, and sometimes with a bit of viciousness, she unscrupulously stares at the good-looking guards in the palace.

He didn't mind, as if he was sure she wouldn't cuckold him.

She didn't even understand where he got that confidence.

Seven years later, she and him even had another kind of friendship, a relationship that was no longer husband and wife, nor was it an enemy.

Yes, she doesn't hate him anymore.

What is there to hate? For most people in this world, men are powerful and powerful, and it is normal to have three wives and four concubines.

What's more, he never promised her that she would end up from the beginning.

The fault of the two of them is that what they are asking for is fundamentally different.

And for her, he gave her the identity of a concubine, and he gave her all the best food and clothing, gave her gifts every once in a while, and took her out for a walk from time to time.

She fought to the death with the side concubines and concubines in the mansion, he never interfered, did not help, and never even said a word out loud to her.

Even after he never had sex with him again, he never annoyed her—he had women anyway.

Taking a step back and thinking about it, isn't this the life that some women dream of? There is identity, status, and value.

If you hate him again, she will be hypocritical.

What he can't give, no one can force it.

If you are dead, you can sit together and talk. At least, he's a guy who never talks nonsense.

He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, and said, "Of course, the most loved thing by men is always the latest one." ”

He asked her, "Do you regret marrying me?" ”

This nonsense...... She didn't answer.

Regret it? If you don't marry him, it doesn't seem like it will be better.

What she longs for is something that the world doesn't care about, so even if she marries someone else, she can't be sure what it will look like.

Even if she recognized that she was in love with him and was the person she fell in love with, in the end, wouldn't it still be empty?

After all, she is too extravagant, loyal, from the beginning to the end, she is a flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, I am afraid that there is no one in this world.

But if you don't marry him, at least there is a longing.