Her Heartless Evil Man

Perhaps when I was just caught from the swing, I messed up his hair. A strand of hair in front of his forehead came out of his hat and hung down, as if telling a story.

I walked over and gently tucked my hair into his hat. I played with his posture, the position of my head, the position of my hands, and even the position of my legs. I was meticulous. I didn't have any thoughts in my heart.

For him, I don't know whether to love or hate, so I chose to escape and choose the freedom of my heart.

I am still a cloud.

White, soft and pleasant clouds that can fly. This is my favorite.

It's best to be spotless in this world, but my Zen mind still hasn't reached the peak.

Miss my mother, in addition to the Buddha beads in her hand, she has no other heart.

I adjusted the color, hooked the outline bit by bit, adjusted it first and then zero, carefully painted him to the extreme, and I would make him unable to pick out any defects in my painting.

He sat still along my mind for more than an hour. I saw that he looked carefully because I wanted to make a painting. He also looked back at me and stared at me tightly, as if there was something strange on me. I let him see it, just as he let me see it.

I'm not afraid of him.

I printed his appearance in my heart, and the painting was handy.

I lowered my head to deal with the colorful watercolor on the table. When I saw him, I gradually lost sight of him. When I reached the details, I observed him carefully.

I couldn't draw his eyes well. I was tired of repairing them. I drew nearly one-third of the outline in my hand. I accidentally cut them.

A little upset.

I have some complaints. I've never had a headache about painting. Isn't the queen of Zhou very satisfied with my painting?

He spread Xuan paper again. He didn't want to cry. After sitting for so long, he sat in vain. Anyone would be upset.

Holding a pen, I was about to draw. Someone held me in his arms from behind me. I smelled the smell of grass. He always had the smell of grass. No ambergris, no aloes.

But the smell of nature is even more intoxicating.

I raised my hand and wanted to wave away the grass fragrance, but it drilled into my nose, as if I was afraid I would forget it.

The strokes on his hands passed his sleeves, and the dark yellow color fell on his red cuffs, dazzling. His clothes were destined to be changed.

I was about to ask ruoqing to take another robe on the table, but he covered my mouth with one hand and waved the other hand. I saw the shadow of the wave shaking on the Xuan paper, and then the footfalls of the maid gently retreated.

The window and door curtain were closed, and I was disturbed by the maid's behavior. It seemed that they knew better than me what their king was going to do next.

Heartbeat.

With the light rubbing of the lip flap between the neck.

It's itchy.

"Qiqige," he whispered.

Voice charm.

That's the flower on the grassland. This is the second time he called me Qiqige. Am I his flower?

No, I'm a cloud in the sky.

The colored pen had already slipped from his cuff and landed on the snow-white paper. A colored flower bloomed on Xuan paper, and I seemed to be this flower. There was no reality, but a color that turned into nothingness.

"Sweat, change a dress." I regretted it when I said it, which was more in line with the atmosphere he created.

"OK, give it to me." he loosened my hands on my waist, and a feeling of freedom twined around my heart.

I took another pink robe, took him to my dressing room, stuffed the robe into his hand, and went out.

He grabbed my arm and said to me with a bad smile, "you help me wear it."

I laugh and laugh. I don't know how to deal with his rogue smile. I know he can shoot and kill, but he may wear very few clothes himself.

Maybe he's used to other people's service. Maybe he wants to bully me. Anyway, he just asked me to change it for him.

"I can't either." half true and half false. I'm really not used to wearing Mongolian clothes. Tanaren serves me every time.

People sometimes want to be lazy, so I don't wear it independently. If big week's clothes, I don't need them. I can wear them quickly.

"That also needs help." again rascal.

I smiled and looked away. "You change it, I'll button it for you." he is my husband. I can't decide many things.

At least, I want to be superficial.

He didn't force me. I heard the rustle of changing clothes behind me, and my face was a little red. Then he pulled me over and said, "come on, help me button up."

The neckline and skirt of the robe are exquisite colorful embroidery. Phoenix and Phoenix are wrapped in silk thread, which is beautiful.

Button him up one by one. My nervous heart slowly relaxes. I know he wants to know my innocence. It must be that men's hearts are mostly like this.

Or because I'm afraid, or because I don't love me enough, so I've been married for six days. From the wedding to now, I still have the fragrance of virgin.

When the button was buttoned up, he lit the oil lamp in the study and sat on the chair again.

Watching him sit still, the sweat in my palm stopped flooding.

Again, with previous experience, I drew his eyes first. Again and again, the paper tore and tore, painted and painted, and I don't know how many pieces were torn and painted. Finally, I was satisfied with his eyes, so I began other projects.

The room was dark and undisturbed. It was like a world of two people. I was in high spirits and filled my eyes with the look of him sitting in a chair.

It's majestic, maybe even more so on the grassland. If you have a chance, draw a picture of him shooting on horseback. The background is the vast prairie. That's more beautiful.

I don't know how late it was, but I heard the tap of the curtain and woke up my dream in the painting.

Is it time for dinner?

"Madam, manager Li has come to say goodbye. Tomorrow, he will go back to Dazhou." ruoqing's words made ripples for the quiet lake in the room.

The pen landed and splashed all over the ground.

For six days, I haven't seen him for six days. It seems that the world has evaporated. He has disappeared in my world for six days.

I once sent Tana Ren to secretly inquire about his whereabouts, but the result was that I searched all over Balu thorn and couldn't find his trace.

He protected the grassland all the way. He informed turdan and saved me from hadagin.

At this moment, he came. When I was alone with toldan, he came.

I looked at turdan. I wanted to ask him if I could see Lian?

There was a trace of darkness in turdan's eyes, but I caught the flash.

Does he care if Lian comes to see me?

It's just one of my guards and a manager of Lou's house.

Since he's leaving, why don't I see him.

Dazhou and zarut prairie, gone, that is thousands of miles away.

Goodbye, He Xi again.

"Ruoqing, please invite him in." he didn't speak, and I didn't want to ask his permission.

Respect, I also need respect. I'm not his servant yet. I have my pride.

When Lian came in, he greeted turdan first and then saluted me.

A little reserved, I know, because of toldan.

"Yun Qi'er, I'm leaving tomorrow. This... Is a gift from the grassland I gave you." he handed me several pieces of paper, which were filled with words.

I took it and took a casual look. Those contents let me understand his intention. These are indeed a generous gift.

It's only six days. Lian has done more for me.

I took it in my arms and said, "thank you." I know turdan behind me must be curious about this thing, but I don't want to show it to him. Let him be suspicious, let him be.

I wish I had a clear conscience.

"Yunqi'er, it's going to snow in two months. Your birthday is coming. At that time, Lou's house will send someone to celebrate miss's birthday. This is what the master told before leaving." did he say this to turdan? I don't know, but I know he's supporting me.

Thank you very much.

I'm not afraid. I'm a cloud. If I can, I'll fly.

"Li'an, go back and tell my parents that I'm fine and Khan is good to me. Please rest assured." I said against my heart. In fact, I've been married for six days, and I haven't even had a round house with turdan. However, I don't want them to worry about me. I don't want lian to tell them this fact. Li'an is gone. My future letters must be good news but not bad news. It's probably the same for children.

"Miss, your mother, I will take care of her for you."

Miss, he calls smoothly, but he calls to turdan. I'm always his miss.

"Wait." I ran to get a Mongolian dress I had worn once, a complete set, robes, belts and headwear. "Take these to my mother and tell her it's what I've worn. I'm very happy on the grassland." I said sincerely. In fact, I want to drive too much in these six days. I'm not unhappy when I'm free like a cloud. If I'm free, I'll be happy.

I don't know what turdan felt after listening to this. He left me for six days and suffered all kinds of gossip alone in his own world. When I said happy, would he believe it?

However, I am really happy, happy to do my own things, happy to have my own sky.

Li an took it, held it in his hand, slowly withdrew from the door, and then turned around. That back has always been a scenery in my eyes.

Finally, the scenery turned into night.

The picture on the table only drew a little. Turdan was standing in front of the table looking at the picture, shaking his head gently and said, "yunqi'er, my eyes don't look like that."

I smiled. For his magnanimity of asking Li An, I thanked him in my heart: "big sweat has always been an air."

"Yun Qi'er, are you really happy?" he suddenly turned and stared into my eyes, as if to get into my heart.