Please love me

Chapter 273 Ming Mu Fanwai 1—You are more important than wood carvings.
In the past, in his eyes, only the woodcarving in his hands was the most important thing in his heart, and only for making woodcarvings would he spend all his time and effort, one day or even half a month, shutting himself off In the house, it is only to make the most wonderful woodcarving that suits one's own wishes.

The mother and concubine always said that he was obsessed with wood carvings. I am afraid that even she, the mother and concubine, was not as important as the wood carvings in his heart.

He wanted to refute at that time, but he didn't know what to say to refute. He could only say, maybe...

The concubine mother is certainly important in his heart, but he knows that it is impossible for the concubine mother to be by his side all his life, only wood carvings can.

He also thought that when he died, he didn't need to be buried with gold, silver and jewelry like other royals and nobles. He only needed to have his wood carvings and be buried with him.

He has always thought so until he met her...

She was proud but gorgeous. He thought he hated her, but she refuted him every sentence. Seeing her self-satisfied pretty appearance, he actually felt a little ashamed, and even thought to himself that she was so beautiful...

He always felt that he was sick, and her every move made him stare at her intently. Obviously, he always felt that having her as a fiancee was annoying, but now...he...had changed his mind.

He listened to Mingfeng's suggestion for his mother's concubine, and planned to make her fall in love with him, and then use her to obtain the evidence of treason by the right prime minister, but unfortunately, when he went to meet her, this vicious idea never reminded him once.All he had was that he was furious at her.

She said that she was going to break off the engagement with him, and he couldn't believe it, why...

Was he annoying her?

Did she know his intention to use her?
Is it because he is not handsome enough, suave enough, smart enough, or talented enough that she wants to break off the engagement...

When he returned to the palace that day, he went to his mother and concubine and cried. Although he was already 16 years old, he was a man, but when he thought of her heartless appearance at that time, and the thought of having nothing to do with her, he still shed unwilling tears.

The concubine mother said that she should not like her any more, there is no benefit in marrying her, it is better this way.

At that time, he was only crying and didn't understand what the concubine mother said. He just paid attention to the previous sentence, don't do it again?It means that the mother concubine already knew that she liked her?It's just that he is deceiving himself, thinking that if he doesn't get close to her and hate her with others, he won't like her anymore...? -
At the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, her playful actions and that alluring dance fascinated him even more. He thought he must have been poisoned by her, a poison that could never be cured...

There was nothing he could do but watch her get engaged to Minghe, who was supposed to be his concubine.He went to question her, but was treated mercilessly by her again. He made up his mind to cut off the idea of ​​going to her again, but...

Every time she goes out, he still follows closely, just thinking about looking at her, just looking at her.

The blind guard next to her must have discovered him, but he didn't say anything, and was still very close to her, which made him jealous to death. Why was the blind guard so close to her? !

Even he... this former, her fiancé, never had...

He just looked at her like this, and carved wood carvings that looked like her. Unfortunately, in the end, only two wood carvings were sent out, which he thought were most like her... He said goodbye because he knew that it would be difficult to see her again in the future. she...

Seeing the wooden carvings about her piled up in the room, he felt boring for the first time, no matter how many wooden carvings there are, what's the use, none of them are important to her, and none of them are her...

(End of this chapter)