Lihua was dragged back into the house by his subordinates, and Sanjiu helped him to the table and sat down, poured a sip of hot tea, and kept rubbing his stiff whole body for a while before he recovered.

After relieving themselves, Sweet Corner and Sanjiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Lihua had been stiff all the time, and his hand never let go of the letter when he was dragged and held.

Sanjiu glanced at the content of the letter, combined with Lihua's reaction, there was a kind of anger in his heart that hated iron and steel.

It's just that he doesn't have any way, Sanjiu can't understand why the master, who has always strategized to win thousands of miles, becomes a fool as soon as he meets Princess Duanrong.

Sweet Horn can understand a thing or two, and it is difficult for a gentle person who has felt Gan Qiongying not to be impressed by her temperament that even treats her subordinates equally.

She will never condescendingly regard human life as an ant because she is in a high position, and Princess Duanrong never pretends to be friendly, the way she looks at you, and the way she smiles and talks to you, will make you feel that she respects you from the bottom of her heart, and treats you as a person, a flesh-and-blood person equal to her.

Even the sweet corner can't help but think of Princess Duanrong from time to time, not to mention her own master, the bearer of all the emotions that Princess Duanrong poured out with all her tenderness and meticulousness?

And his master almost never met such a person before Princess Duanrong turned sex, and it was very common for him to be trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.

After Lihua recovered, he dismissed everyone around him.

And before they went out, he instructed Sanjiu: "Tell the person who followed the shadow guard to follow the person, and if you lose it, you don't have to come back!" ”

The corners of Sanjiu's mouth twitched, only to feel so sour that the roots of his teeth hurt.

Princess Duanrong is also really ruthless, the master is all for her, but after she abandoned the master, it has been several months, and sending a letter back casually can still make the master crazy.

After everyone had withdrawn, Lihua cherished the piece of paper in his hand and slowly flattened it with the temperature of his palm.

He was reluctant to fold the envelope, and pressed the place where it had been rudely torn with a kettle.

Then Lihua took a deep breath and continued to read the letter that Gan Qiongying had written to him.

Now the words on this full page are no longer just handwriting, every word is a good medicine used by Lihua to continue life.

It's just that Gan Qiongying's letter is actually a love letter, and there is no useful information and substantive things, it is all sour words on paper.

Lihua looked at it word by word, and his eyes turned red several times.

"The shadow of the wild goose and the clouds are separated by the peak, the taxi book is the third menstrual period, and the rest of the paper is not heavy, and Wan Hu is full of sorrow and endurance."

Reading "Death and Life Qi Kuo and Zicheng said, holding the hand of the son and the son and the old ......" Lihua's tears blurred his vision, and he fell on the table, and it took a long time to look at it again.

"After the desolation, the two should be the same, and the most invincible is the ...... in the moonlight"

Lihua's heart throbbed, and he pursed his lips to recall the way the two of them used to lie on the bed and whisper, and his nose was extremely sour.

"The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it......"

"May I be like the stars and the moon, and the night and night streamers will be bright and clean......"

"I only wish that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my lovesickness......"

"Sijun is like a bright candle, tormented and tearful......"

……

Gan Qiongying almost put the love words and poems about longing that she had learned in her life on this paper.

He also used some unsightly dreams as metaphors, saying that he dreamed of Lihua, and stuffed two unsightly poems.

When Lihua read this, he had reached the end of the letter, and he had been in tears and his heart ached, but after staring at these two sentences for a long time, he finally understood that the meaning of Gan Qiongying had nothing to do with the meaning of the poem itself.

Suddenly, his complexion began to flush, like the red glow that filled the sky and the earth when the sunset fell.

The pain and resentment in his heart, because these two words all turned into heat and burned on his face.

How can Gan Qiongying ...... Can write this kind of thing! It was also seen!

Lihua was so ashamed that he wanted to get under the table, and even his fingers were a little red with shame, and he pressed the letter, as if Gan Qiongying had always talked to him in front of him before...... Husbands and wives sound very excessive.

Lihua sometimes can't listen to it, and will always cover Gan Qiongying's mouth as if she were pressing the paper now.

Lihua lay on the table, buried her head in her arms, and silently waited for the shame and throbbing to pass.

He looked down at the gap in the table, looked at his robe on top, and even hated himself for being ...... It's embarrassing, just read a few specious poems, how can you have such a shameless reaction.

He didn't dare to dream at all during this time, and every time he dreamed of the scene he dreamed of, he killed Gan Qiongying, but Lihua was very sure that he didn't hate Gan Qiongying at all, and Lihua was even angry that he was angry for why he dreamed like this.

But Gan Qiongying ...... Did you really dream about him?

Like what she wrote?

As long as Lihua thought about it, he couldn't stop trembling.

When he finally calmed down, he broke away from this state of shame and resentment, removed his palm and looked at it again, and there were only two or three short lines left behind it, "If the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight......

made Lihua's heart twitch again.

The closing sentence is in the vernacular, like Gan Qiongying does every time she coaxes Lihua, just seeing the sentence, Lihua can even imagine the tone and action.

It must have been holding his hand or putting his arm around his waist, and said in a coquettish tone: "Wait for me for a few months, and I will definitely go back to you and explain everything clearly." Now there is something urgent that is holding you back, and it is not intended to make you sad to wait. ”

There is no beginning and no payment, this is a letter that does not meet the specifications, but it is very Gan Qiongying's personal color, so that in this short moment of reading the letter, Lihua's mood fluctuates like a wave frenzy, and her eyes are about to collapse several times.

She is still like that, she can always tug at Lihua's heartstrings in the simplest way, and then pluck it casually, making Lihua Wu's heart thrill several times.

She's so hateful!

Lihua looked at the end of the letter, she probably changed her pen, sketched a few strokes, and drew a vivid portrait of a kneeling person holding a flower.

I cried and laughed for a while, and then I lowered my head, and with undried tears, I kissed the small, only a few ink spots, and I could see the apologetic villain.

What else could he do?