Stupid and cute little demon: the emperor has no way to chase

Chapter 70
In December, the temperature is getting colder, and the snow has covered the outer layer thickly. In June, I curled up next to the stove, not moving.

Tomorrow is the time when the two of them get married, but she and He Chi are just like two people who have nothing to do, they don't care, they are not as gluey as they were a few days ago.

Quan Sanyeming didn't understand, and even June, the person involved, was very confused.

The maid sent a bright red wedding gown and put it on the stage. She seemed to have been frightened by something, knelt outside the Nuan Pavilion and shivered, and said, "Young Master, Young Master said, if Miss wants to marry him, she will wear it tomorrow. Salute in the hall."

Anger builds up little by little in her heart, she wants to talk to him well, wants to be reconciled with him, envious of Yuanyang... Now, he gave her a reason to explode.

She didn't know why it was so nice, he would turn a deaf ear to her and ignore her, and she didn't know why she sent a maid to ask such hurtful words today.

He Chi, her He Chi... What separated them further and further?

She really wanted to marry him and be his wife. After thousands of years, if she couldn't live longer than the sky, she would be buried in the same tomb as him.

These things, and those, what else can't be explained clearly?

She sneered, called the maidservant outside, and greeted her, "Don't worry, I've always had a good temper and I won't bully you. Hey, why are you trembling? ... I have a letter here. If I can't come back, you Remember to leave it to Young Master for me."

The maid obediently agreed.

She decided to cheer up.

Beautiful or in love, cruel or ugly, she didn't dare to spy on him, but she didn't dare to love that person and live apart with one heart.

With the distance between several halls, she didn't even bother to put on her fur jacket, and grabbed her wedding dress, and hurriedly flew through the clouds and fog.

In the deep winter, there is heavy snow and it is a bit cold.

Seasons have seasonal changes, don't go out of your mind.

She came to the palace she was familiar with. The eaves and teeth were pecked high, and the goose teeth were looking at the road. The wind and frost of the past condensed on it, forming a string of crystal clear icicles. It looked a little cold.

She pushed open the thick and squeaky palace door, and saw the man she had been thinking about day and night.

The bitingly cold jade-paved ground was no warmer than the frost outside.The people in the hall were sitting on the ground, their robes were disheveled, their long hair was hanging down, stained with wine and it was so dark that it covered his face, and his long forefinger hooked a wine jar and poured it on his body.

No one was here, and he didn't seem to need anyone to accompany him. There was only a room filled with the strong aroma of wine, which made him feel like a dream.

She couldn't help but lament, but he hasn't seen him for two days, and he can't do that.

When she came in front of him, she didn't say a word, but just flicked the bright red wedding gown to his face.

He Chi was neither angry nor annoyed, but took it down calmly, opened his hazy eyes, admired it carefully, and asked her, "If you don't like it, you can change it. Why are you so angry?"

June just found it ridiculous.

He looked at her with blurred eyebrows, and rubbed his forehead with a headache, "June, come here... I can't see clearly, is it you?"

She suddenly felt sad.

The door of the hall was wide open, and Xue Shushu from outside the hall ran in and patted her on the back, but she didn't feel cold at all, she still stood up straight.

She sniffled, "I won't go... Hechi, you can see clearly, see me clearly, and see your own heart clearly."

He squeezed the wine jar tightly.

She forced a smile on her face, "There is a saying that the white hair is like new, and the cover is the same as before; You can't be ashamed of being ruthlessly abandoned."

With disheveled hair, He Chi raised his bloodshot eyebrows to look at her, "What do you mean?"

She no longer wanted to care about whether he was drunk or she was drunk, but their hearts were once so close, as if they were put together.

She shook her head, "You don't need to argue, even though I'm crazy, you understand everything."

"I just need you to listen to me, Hechi, I will marry you with full of affection, you can suspect me and humiliate me, but I also don't have to marry you."

He took a sip of cold wine, but coughed again and again, pulled up his sleeves and wiped his robe, and said with a smile, "Oh, sure enough..."

White snow fell all over her black hair, her thin back, and her thin white neck.

It seems that it will also fall in her heart.

The north wind blows up her loose dress, and when she flicks it, she shakes it all down.

She still looked at him with a smile, "Yes, I really like you, I really want to marry you, I really want to grow old with you...I also have a lover, maybe tomorrow I will put on the wedding robe and cover the With a red hijab, marriage, all my wishes will come true... But, even if I know I like you, I don't want to."

He Chi, I don't want to anymore, it's not because I don't like you, it's just that you, not necessarily the same as before, want to marry me.

"So what if I marry you, so what if I don't marry you?!"

With a wave of his hand, the jar at his feet shattered, and the manuscript in the wooden box swayed and fell on the wine stains on the broken porcelain.

Her past, most secret thoughts, which she thought would never see the light of day, are now being exposed in front of him.

With just one glance, she knew the cause and effect.

However, she never felt that loving the emperor was something shameful, and she has never regretted it until today.

Dijun, he is such an admirable god that cannot be defiled.

He has known for a long time that holding her in the palm of his hand will make her dizzy, but now he wants to care?

Oh, it's too funny.

She picked up the papers and smiled ignorantly, "Hehe, are you jealous? Is it because I think of you so passionately, or because you hate me and like me better than before, and finally caught the evidence of my duplicity, saying that I Towards Qin Muchu, wandering around?"

She no longer wanted to argue with him about the past, if he didn't believe it, it would be useless to talk more.

She approached him and grabbed him tightly, "Hechi, you don't want to marry me anymore, do you?"

His face was dark and obscure, covered by messy hair, and he couldn't see anything, only the smell of alcohol all over his body, which was choking.

He was hesitating, and she was no longer as conceited and proud as before.

Her tears couldn't help splashing down, and she suppressed the choking of her voice, "Okay, okay... Marriage between a man and a woman is a matter of your choice, if you blow it, you will blow it, it's no big deal... But, things will happen in the future." When people are wrong, you need to remember, today it’s not me who won’t marry, it’s you who won’t marry me!”

He Chi, because you are so kind, I can't stand your little badness.

So Hechi, I can't forgive you for even a little bit of badness.

The moment she left and lost him, her whole world was suddenly dimmed.

The bright and clean jade stones covered the palace finely, and the snowflakes quickly spread in, gradually covering up the hazy brilliance, and the dazzling bright color in winter would also cover it.

He threw away the wine jar in his hand, staggered over, brushed off the snowflakes from his wedding robe, and held it in his arms.

She lost it, and she won't wear it tomorrow, and she will never know how carefully he chose it.

He always wanted to give her the best, but he couldn't give her the best heart.

He finally couldn't bear it any longer, and spat out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow", forming dark coagulated flowers on the big red wedding robe.

(End of this chapter)