Her Heartless Evil Man

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

I met his eyes, fearless, "yes, I'm very happy. I like the scenery on the grassland."

Does he know? I like the grassland, not him.

Without trust, nothing can be said.

I know he doesn't believe I'm still innocent.

So these days he hid from me and let me lick the wound brought to me by HA Dajin alone.

The injury has healed, and the pain is in the past. I am learning to face the blue sky and white clouds on the grassland again.

"Sweating, it's time to eat." the waiter reported outside the door.

"Yun Qi'er, let's go together." he took my hand and went out of my yurt. Outside the door, the bodyguard and maid slightly lowered their heads. I must have dazzled their eyes by holding hands with him.

But I broke away from him. He was overbearing again. Before I could answer, he pulled me out of the door. I didn't like it.

"Sweating, I'm used to eating alone."

"Still angry?" he asked me in a spoiled whisper

"Yun Qi'er has never been angry, and big Khan misunderstood. Yun Qi'er is just afraid to disturb big Khan's elegance." I refuse because he doesn't trust me, but I can't say that.

I looked at him, but he didn't look angry. "Let's go. I'll take you to see a child. You're seven years old. You'll like it when you see it."

Suddenly he picked me up again in front of the crowd, and despite my refusal, he walked all the way to his yurt.

I hid in his arms and absorbed the grass fragrance from him. It's strange why he always has a fresh grass fragrance. It smells good.

Before I got there, I saw the waitresses busy carrying plates of food, roast sheep and milk tea, as well as countless delicious food. It turned out that turdan not only ate Mongolian food, but also Da Zhou's and even Nuzhen's food.

In the room, a little boy was running around naughtily.

Turdan put me in front of the dinner table, caught the little boy, held him in his arms and laughed loudly: "don't be naughty or bully the teacher today."

"Father Khan, no, I caught a rabbit on the grassland riding a horse today. Look, I caught the rabbit on the plate." the little child shrewdly pointed to the plate on the table. His lovely appearance was liked, but when I looked at him, I thought there was something wrong. He didn't look like turdan. I couldn't tell who he looked like for a moment, But it just looks familiar.

"Well, father Khan will give you one day's freedom and accompany your mother and concubine tomorrow." turdan hugged her tightly and said lovingly.

"Mother imperial concubine? Didn't the child's mother imperial concubine die long ago?" Tong yanwuji, I believe the child's words are true.

"Pa", thurdan waved his hand on the child's face, "paste said, your mother is right there." he pointed to me.

The child looked at me in his direction. His eyes were hostile. He was beaten because of me.

I went over and took him from turdan's arms. "Come on, let me hug." I didn't say the mother Princess hugged because I didn't like that name either.

Address doesn't mean everything, the heart is important.

I always like children. Although, he is not my own child.

I held him, so heavy, "how old are you?"

He grabbed my hand and wanted to jump to the ground, "I won't tell you."

"Don't even call the mother concubine. Be polite." turdan looked at him with fierce eyes as he helped me hold those who were about to fall to the ground.

As soon as the child touched his eyes, he was obedient in my arms. He reluctantly tooted his mouth and shouted, "mother concubine."

Fucking dead? A wave of pity hit my heart. What a pity it is for a child without a mother. I know that feeling. I have a mother, but there is no difference between my father and not.

The child was obviously held by me. In fact, I just grabbed his arm. His whole body weight was on turdan. He knew that I couldn't hold the child, although I really wanted to hold him.

At the first sight, I felt that he was a little like who. Now looking at him carefully, I found that his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to me. This is fate. I can't say I like it very much, but since they look like me, they have some special care.

I took out a small fan in my arms. As soon as it was unfolded, the lotus blossomed in a pool of autumn water, and a frog jumped on the lotus leaf as if shouting "quack quack".

"How about this for you?" I handed it to him with a light smile.

The little guy was a little moved. He took a look at turdan and said, "father Khan, the fan of the mother imperial concubine is really beautiful."

"Take it."

"Xie mother imperial concubine, Xie father Khan."

He grabbed it and slid down my body to the ground. "Father Khan, don't eat the rabbit you caught."

I smiled and followed him to the table, "eat."

Watching him tear the rabbit meat into pieces and bite it in his mouth, full of oil, but it's lovely but not dirty. It's good to have children. I also want to have one of my own.

As if he understood my mind, turdan said to the maid while eating mutton milk tea: "the princess will stay for the night tonight." he said this as if he were eating an ordinary dish.

My heart thumped and jumped disorderly. I took a peek at ruoqing. She also covered her smile. This little girl is watching my joke.

But I want to escape.

There is wine on the table. When you look at it, you have an idea. If you are drunk, you have a chance to escape.

I just want to pretend to be drunk.

I also drank a lot on my wedding day, but I couldn't let myself get drunk. It's the same today.

I didn't know what the wine was. It was as transparent as water. I grabbed the wine jar and poured it full into the empty bowl in front of me. Before everyone reacted, I drank up the whole bowl in one breath.

His face began to heat slightly. Turdan looked at me and smiled in surprise. The maids in front of me were probably frightened by my boldness. Ruoqing hurriedly came over, "Miss, don't drink too much."

"No." I pushed her away and poured wine into the bowl again.

The taste of the wine is mellow and not very spicy. The taste is not annoying. Such wine can't get drunk.

I can't drink. Just drink it like water.

"Princess, the wine has great stamina." tanaren, who has always been silent, suddenly interposed. But this second bowl has been cleaned by me.

Is it? When I looked at turdan, I was dazzled. I couldn't see him clearly. I waved, "if you are clear, help me back." but I secretly shouted that it was bad. The first bowl only fell into my belly for a while, but my head didn't listen to me. Run, run back to your nest.

I stood up. I looked at the little guy and smiled at me: "mother imperial concubine, go slowly."

Does he want me to go, too? Such a young child has such an idea.

Forget it, just go. I pretend to be drunk. It's not against his will if I go.

I'm not so stupid to catch it and hit my ass.

Step out with one foot. You can feel a strong look behind you staring at me. Just go. You leave me here alone once, and I want a small reward.

I left like this. Since I left drunk, I won't lose your dignity.

I thought in my heart, secretly snickering, already humming the victory song.

But I heard a wind behind me. A shadow swept behind me. A pair of big palms fished me into his arms, "all go down."

I was in a trance and had to pretend I didn't know. I was drunk. I didn't break his law by ignoring him.

A man retreated from his room one by one. Don't quarrel. He didn't finish his rabbit meat. Turdan waved his hand and was carried out by the maid.

He took my little fan and left. I brought it from Da Zhou. There are only three. One is for him, and the other is for me to put away. One pair is embroidered with Mandarin and the other with ducks. Together, it is full of happiness.

The body was thrown by him, and the strength in his hand threw me onto the bed. There was a soft bed under me, but the feeling of throwing and falling still made me eat pain and endure it. I was still drunk. Where do drunk people know the pain? I didn't cry and closed my mouth.

There was a mess on the table, just like my mood now.

He stroked my face, cold and comfortable.

Suddenly, it was hot and lost. I was looking forward to his hand swimming on my face.

Drunk, really drunk.

"Hot." his enchanting voice sounded between his eyebrows and eyes.

"HMM." I'm really hot. I don't know what the wine is. It's full of stamina. I'm getting dizzy.

"Take off your coat." as he spoke, his hand had moved to my chest and felt my round, strong buttons wrapped in cloth untied one by one on his hand.

I wanted to resist and push away his tyranny, but the moment I opened my clothes, I was really comfortable. The wine made me hotter and my face felt hot.

The sound of shoes landing is the last sound I remember this night. The quilt is covered on me. I grasp it with my hands and leave it aside. I don't want to cover the quilt. It's hot.

The smell of grass fragrance is close to me. The warm smell is mixed with mine. I want to call, but what can I do if I call someone? He's my husband. He's right. I can't escape everything from him in the end.

He closed his eyes tightly and let him hold me in his arms. Maybe he saw that I was really drunk. He just held me without further action. My tense and stiff body relaxed slowly.

The drunkenness hit again, and the deep sleep swept through my brain. In a trance, I slept in the past and slept safely in his arms.