General is ferocious: arrogant lady, don't escape

Seeing that he ignored himself, Gong Yueyue couldn't help but pie his mouth.

Put the soup cup in his hand beside the table. Gong Yueyue went to the incense burner, put out the fire, turned back and said with a smile: "I'm stuffy in the house all day, and I can't see the wind. Although burning incense is refreshing, if I'm so stuffy day by day, I'll get sick sooner or later."

As Gong Yueyue spoke, he opened a window near Zhao Changyuan: "the night wind is blowing tonight. It happens to be very. Blowing often can dispel fatigue!"

Gong Yueyue smiled and looked at Zhao Changyuan, but saw that the man still didn't look up, and his eyes couldn't help but scratch a touch of gloom.

She didn't know what he was angry with and why she ignored her. She knew she had a lot of bad places. She also tried to make herself look like he liked, but he didn't say anything. She really didn't know how to start.

Gong Yueyue's fingertips trembled, but he still hung his head. He picked up the ink bar to grind ink for him, but found a small embroidered pier next to his seat.

Will a man's study have embroidered piers? Of course not. Last time she came, she didn't, but now she does. Is she afraid of being affected? Her legs are not good, he knows, so he specially arranged it.

Gong Yueyue's heart has a warm flow, which is greatly encouraged by her heart. He still has his own heart, right?

Gong Yueyue looked up at his side face while grinding ink. His skin color was white, his temples were very long, but his eyebrows were not dark. Under his eyebrows, a pair of Royal people's usual peach eyes could not set off half of the beautiful color. With a straight nose and thin lips, he sat quietly at his desk and wrote something. It seemed that he had encountered something tangled, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

As she had felt before, Zhao Changyuan was not suitable to be an emperor. In his bones, he loved leisure and yearned for a leisurely life, but his fate was beyond his control. He was born in the emperor's house. Some gong xi had to fight and some gong xi had to hide.

Under the light, Gong Yueyue looked at him so silent, and his heart suddenly hurt. He was like a jade man silently guarding beside you. He didn't care about all secular eyes or all malicious slanders. He simply and stubbornly guarded everything he insisted on.

How could he hurt his sincerity again and again, so that he doesn't even want to look back at himself now.

Gong Yueyue couldn't help thinking of Liang Ji, the woman called the cool moon night. Her love was so sad and desolate, just like the withered leaves that will eventually turn yellow and wither in autumn and fall from the branches. She poured all her money, but didn't usher in the best outcome. She died sadly with her last love and a heart that has gone through the vicissitudes of life.

Now whether he is as hurt as Liang Ji once said, so he decided to let go and decided not to love.

No, Liang Ji didn't give up love Murong lingzun until the end. He won't either. He still cares about himself, doesn't he?

Although thinking so, Gong Yueyue's heart surged with uneasiness. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose him. This man occupied his heart little by little unconsciously, but he never emerged until he was about to die. However, the turbulent feelings broke out in an instant, which caught her off guard and frightened her.

Gong Yue looked at him with a faint sadness surging in his eyes.

Seeing Zhao Changyuan's writing posture seems a little awkward. Gong Yueyue stood up and walked behind him: "are you tired? Take a break. It won't hurt much. "

"Once upon a time, I learned a little to massage my father. Don't move." The slender green jade finger fell on his shoulder and pressed it neither light nor heavy. It was obvious that Zhao Changyuan's body was stiff, but there were no other actions, which relieved Gong Yueyue.

Her hand didn't have much strength. Now her strength was just good. She just pressed it on the acupoint. It was so comfortable that people wanted to sigh. Zhao Changyuan's hand closed slightly, but she still didn't speak.

Gong Yueyue looked at his generous back and suddenly had an impulse to cry. He slid his hands forward, hugged his neck from behind and choked: "Junfeng, let's not do this again, okay?"

Gong Yuefei quickly went to the table and took down the soup he had brought. With a soft light, Zhao Changyuan looked at the busy man and unconsciously put on a smile. Is this the feeling of home?

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the door, and then I heard the voice of green fermented grains: "master, slave and maid have sent you a midnight snack."

Gong Yueyue took Sheng Tang's hand and clenched the jade bowl in his hand. Then he heard a slight noise from the door and someone pushed the door in.

Looking back, I saw that two beautiful maidservants who were tangled with Zhao Changyuan came in with soup and snacks that day. Gong Yueyue couldn't help holding the jade bowl tighter. The two maidservants were obsessed with the Lord and should have dragged them out and killed them with sticks. Now it's good. How many days have passed, and they still keep her two to serve nearby. I really want to make them lose their minds!

Gong Yueyue bit his lip hard and looked at the two people who were making eyes at Zhao Changyuan: "gong xi put down and go out!"

The two men hung their heads and dared not oppose Gong Yueyue. Before they left, they took a deep look at Zhao Changyuan, which made Gong Yueyue very angry. However, after all, it was in the palace. Gong Yueyue didn't want to make Zhao Changyuan unhappy.

Put down the jade bowl in his hand, Gong Yueyue opened the snack sent by the two and looked at it. Then he naturally picked up the jade bowl and filled it with a bowl for himself. While eating, he commented: "the taste is really good. No wonder I can't receive a reply after sending food for so long. If there is such a skillful and beautiful girl beside me, who will remember me."

Zhao Changyuan subconsciously wanted to tell her that gong xi didn't receive them. On second thought, he shut up and stopped explaining. Listening to her words, there was a strong sour smell in each word, which made Zhao Changyuan raise his eyebrows. Is this the taste of eating?

Although the mouth is very picky and mean, Gong Yueyue eats very happily. Zhao Changyuan looks at Gong Yueyue opposite and secretly scolds the woman and turns away.

What's more hateful is that Gong Yueyue smiled at him while eating. After eating, he put the jade bowl gently on the table, and then shouted to the outside: "green fermented grains and no snow. Your master has used it. Come in and take gong xi."

After the two cleaned up gong xi, Gong Yueyue slowly walked back to his soup cup, gracefully scooped out a bowl and brought it to Zhao Changyuan's table: "there is no food next to him, but he can't bear his highness to be hungry. There is only this gong xi, or his highness will make do with it?"

"No, Miss Gong, it's late at night. Please leave early." Zhao Changyuan stretched out his hand and made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

"It's late at night. Why not? Your highness and Yueyue are innocent. Who is afraid to chew the root of his tongue?" Gong Yueyue picked up the jade bowl and sent it to him. "Your Highness doesn't move. Does he want Yueyue to feed you?"