Mingzhu is keenly aware that after this question, there will probably be more difficult questions to answer. No matter what, if you can rely on it for a while, she curled the corners of her lips and said: "Because I can't see him so comfortable all day long, don't you know that I was born to be a bad person?" ”

Yuwen glanced at her at the beginning, but did not chase after her, and turned to the second question: "Why do you regret marriage?" ”

With this good answer, Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Because he doesn't like me." ”

"Doesn't he like you just now? He hasn't liked you for four years, why didn't you understand it then, and now you suddenly understand? Yu Wenchu smiled, "I rarely have the patience to sit down and talk to people about such trivial matters. Of course, I don't like people to lie to me, otherwise I will be very angry. ”

Mingzhu was hit by his words "He has never liked you for four years", and he really hated the man in front of him who was smiling and doing bad things. In the past, she would probably be brave enough to defend her relationship, such as saying a few words, "You're not him, how do you know that he doesn't like me at all?" "What kind of heart do you have, so to separate us" and something like that, but now she only moved her lips slightly, and she never said a word. After the shame, it became angry: "He doesn't like me, I don't like him even more!" ”

Yu Wenchu seemed to be really a little impatient, his slender fingers lightly tapped the coffee table twice, and Zhu Changsheng's voice sounded outside the door: "What does Your Highness command?" ”

"Go and see if King Lin'an has rested? Tell him that I have a distinguished guest here, and that he might want to see him. When Yu Wenchu said this, his face was righteous and awe-inspiring, and there was no hint that he was shamelessly threatening people.

Mingzhu secretly hated, and said quickly: "I overheard him talking about me with people, full of contempt and hatred, he counted the death of his mother on the Empress Dowager and my father, saying that he was just waiting to pass through the door to kill me......" lowered his head, and his voice naturally carried a little pain and resentment: "Can this family affair continue?" I'm not stupid! ”

Yu Wenchu didn't speak again, and there was no footsteps of Zhu Changsheng leaving to invite people outside, Mingzhu lowered his head, and quietly glanced at Yu Wenchu through the cover of the veil. I saw him sitting there in silence looking at her, with a contemplative look on his face, and he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

He will believe it. Mingzhu thought to herself, even though she didn't mention the bizarre past life and rebirth, but in summary, the grievances between her and Yu Wenyou are probably like this. As for the public case between Zhou Guifei and the Empress Dowager, who in the palace doesn't know? So her explanation makes sense.

Yu Wenchu's brows furrowed slightly. Mingzhu thought that he would say something about this matter, but he didn't, but said in a straight voice: "The third question, where did you get the drawing you gave the half-cut?" ”

"What do you say? What drawings? Mingzhu almost didn't jump. She thought that he was the one who stole the drawing, and that he might be interested in the drawing, but she didn't expect that he would use such a straightforward way to explain the matter. Therefore, his attitude towards her, the contempt and dislike at the beginning and the difficulty, are real, and the later persuasion and asking people to help her see a doctor and deliver medicine are all fake, and the first two questions are only to pave the way for this last question.

He is not what she remembers, the one she thinks of is just a steady and thoughtful, sleek old king, he has another side that she doesn't know. Mingzhu was suddenly very grateful for the veil in front of her, which could block Yu Wenchu's sight very well, allowing her to look at him unscrupulously and speculate on him based on his expression.

Yu Wenchu took out a neatly folded drawing from his arms, spread it out and put it between him and Mingzhu: "You understand what I'm talking about." ”

Mingzhu flipped through the pages in a pretentious manner and flatly denied it: "I don't understand. I haven't cut anything like this half-cut. She remembered very well that when she gave the half-cut this thing, only Su Lan was present, and the others didn't know about it. Even if Yu Wenchu accidentally overheard her conversation with Ban Shear yesterday morning, he could only infer that she gave Han Shear a thing based on the content of the conversation, and then made a bet with Half Shear, and he couldn't tell that this thing was given by her. She refused to admit it, and he couldn't do anything to her.

Yu Wenchu smiled, gently rested his hand on the drawing, and said very firmly: "No, you gave it, you understand what is going on." ”

Mingzhu categorically denied: "I don't know. "Such an important thing, unless it is absolutely necessary, she will not admit it under any circumstances.

Yu Wenchu suddenly stretched out his hand and gently lifted her veil: "You know, the words on this are written by you, and the paintings are drawn by you." ”

The two of them were so close that she could smell the faint fragrance of agarwood wafting from his fingertips, so close that she could count his half-hanging eyelashes and see the reflection in his pupils. He looked at her intently, like the kind of attentive and calm gaze he had looked at her when he came out of the darkness.

Mingzhu suddenly felt very embarrassed and nervous, suddenly gave way to the back, waved his hand and knocked down Yu Wenchu's hand, annoyed and angry: "What's the matter with you?" Don't you know the truth of disrespect? Who will let you touch my veil? Do I know you well? ”

"The stronger your reaction, the more proof you have a weak heart." Yu Wenchu withdrew his hand expressionlessly and sat upright: "I once saw a painting from the Empress Dowager, and the concubines in the palace praised the painter for his outstanding skills, transcendent artistic conception, and very good writing...... That's what you painted. ”

There are small beads of sweat coming out of the tip of Mingzhu's nose, this drawing is made by her own hands, and the words on it are also marked by her own hands, and those who are familiar with her can see at a glance that this picture has a great relationship with her. She was too anxious to do it, but Hanshear and she were originally two people from completely different worlds, he and her had no intersection in their previous lives, they had no common language, they didn't have the same interests and hobbies, if her bait was not sweet enough, how could she attract and retain Hanshear, a person who played an important role in the future situation?

It's closer, but it's not completely stupid, everything only comes from this Yu Wenchu who came out halfway and meddled in his affairs. Who would have thought that he was not only overly curious, but also memorized her words through a painting? It's the heavens that want to destroy her, it's not that she's too stupid.