The days of eating and drinking: The Biography of the Silly Concubine

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As the night grew quieter, Qing'er took Bihe up to the roof.

A certain guy fell asleep, but clamored to see the stars.

Bihe lay quietly in Qing'er's arms, and Qing'er lowered her head from time to time, looking tenderly at the person in her arms.

Suddenly, Bihelou touched Qing'er's waist, raised her face and asked, "Qing'er, do you want to be emperor?"

Qing'er was stunned, thought for a moment and said, "This is no longer a question of whether or not I want to, but that I must be." Behind him, there was too much blood and loyal expectations.If he backs down, he will have no face to live in this world.

"Can Qing'er talk about it? I want to know what you're thinking?" Her voice was low, her eyes were closed, half of her face was still pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Qing'er hid her heart too deeply, and swallowed all her sufferings by herself.

"I... want to see Grandma Huang."

"..."

"He'er, if everyone in the world despises me, will you do the same?"

"Why ask that?"

"Will it be?"

"No. Tell me, why do you ask such a question?"

Qing'er hugged her arms tightly, "I want to kill Lou Xin, after all, there will be a palace change, and there will definitely be a lot of deaths and injuries. Also, if you can become emperor smoothly, it will be unfair Yes, regicide, treason, and reviling will follow." Back then, Lou Xin secretly forced his father to abdicate because he was afraid of being infamous.

"Qing'er, do you want to be justified?"

"it's out of the question."

"Well, actually, it's not very difficult. Sometimes you don't need a sword to kill a person or destroy a country. Does Qing'er believe me?" She worked so hard to strengthen herself, even if she said she was killing someone, it wasn't always true. of.If Xiaochun's death hadn't made her feel powerless like never before, she would rather eat and drink like before, and live a happy life under Qing'er's protection.

Qing'er stared at the person in her arms, she said this calmly, just like before, when she said it lightly, she just helped him escape the danger.

"Qing'er, how many years does your plan take?"

"About two years."

"Two years..."