Her Heartless Evil Man

These, I am more confused.

And tonight, when tanaren comes and turdan leaves in a hurry, everything looks strange. I pick up the picture on the table. The woman in the picture looks at me gently, as if she is smiling at me and telling me, but why is the light sadness between her eyebrows so strong? Her smile has a feeling of sadness and pity, Even if I am a woman, I can't help being convinced by her beautiful and elegant temperament.

I'm really like her like that. Maybe the painter drew her wrong and I looked away. Things in the world are always unpredictable. Go ahead and I'll see her.

However, I have to calculate again. In this way, people are very tired and my heart is more tired.

Outside the window, it was dawn, and it was another sleepless night. Looking at the guards standing lazily in front of the gate and the waiters walking around, I saw dudagula, which I hadn't seen for several days. She finally appeared in my vision. Looking at her figure, I smiled and had an idea.

I'm sure I'll see you.

One cold day, I hid on the warm Kang and looked at the book. I didn't even draw.

While reading, I quietly and carefully observed dudagura's walking posture in the dark, and carefully remembered her tone and voice.

After two or three days like this, I think I can imitate her every move.

That afternoon, I called three maidens who were directly waiting on me into my room, holding books in their hands and looking at the three people standing in a row. Ruoqing was arrogant. She was the maid I brought from my mother's house. Dudagula stood there quietly with her head down, and I couldn't call her name, ha ha, I'm really not a good master.

I looked at her, smiled and asked, "what's your name?"

The maid didn't expect that I would care about her so much, so she responded to me with some fear: "back to the princess, the maid is Jiri Garang."

"Oh. That's a good name. In fact, when people are alive, happiness is the best and most difficult to find." I suddenly lamented that my happiness is far away and indefinite.

"The mother of the slave said the same, so she gave the slave such a name."

In fact, parents all over the world want their children to be happy, but they have to strive for happiness themselves.

"You three can stay and have dinner with me tonight," I said carelessly.

"No," said dudagula in a small voice.

I looked at her: "why?"

"The princess is Khan's wife and our master. How dare we eat with the princess." dudagula said her truth to me without fear.

I can't help but raise my thumb for her. What a humble and arrogant dudagula, but I must let them eat with me.

"I don't think I'm your master. No one listens to my words at all." I pretended to be angry and said.

"Princess, that's not what I mean. I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid of gossip, aren't I? I'm just eating alone and have no appetite. Just because I'm afraid of gossip, I'll call the three of you in for dinner together, so there should be no gossip."

"Cough... Cough..." ruoqing coughed gently.

I looked at her with a smile. The little girl didn't know what was on her mind. "Ruoqing, what do you mean?" I thought she had dinner with me secretly in Lou house.

"Miss, I have no problem."

Of course she doesn't dare to have an opinion. She recently saw me as a mouse and a cat. She's afraid of me.

I turned to Jiri Garang and said, "what about you?"

"Galang listens to the princess."

"In that case, both of them agreed, so what else do you have to say about dudagura." I looked at the protagonist I wanted to keep most in my heart.

"Oh, dudagura will stay."

I thought she would insist, but I didn't expect her to promise so readily. I was a little proud, "then, go and prepare. After many days of excitement, I want everyone to have a meal regardless of size." in fact, this is also what I think in my heart. The feeling and warmth of home is a luxury I yearn for but can't get.

In the evening, I sat at the table and watched the three of them busy carrying dishes. When the dishes were ready, I sat in a circle around the table. It really felt like home. It seems that I should always like this kind of home atmosphere in the future. Maybe the more I can't get, the better it is.

I also asked ruoqing to take out the red brought by Li an to my daughter. If the bowls of ruoqing were full and placed in front of the four of us, I raised the bowl and drank it clean. The three girls had to drink one by one.

Perhaps after staying in Mongolia for a long time, women have become commonplace and normal for drinking.

At first, dudagula and Jiri Garang were still a little cautious, but after three rounds of wine, they talked more. No one cared about their masters and slaves. Ha ha, that's what I want.

I laughed wildly with them. After a meal, the three of them seemed to be drunk. I didn't. I always poured those wine into a small basin behind me when they didn't pay attention. I can't get drunk on such a day.

Finally, ruoqing was drunk, dudagula was drunk, Jiri Garang was still awake, and everything seemed to suit me.

"Auspicious day galang, pack these things tomorrow. You help ruoqing to her room, and then you go to bed." I guess she won't brush my mind.

Sure enough, she stood up and walked towards ruoqing, pulled ruoqing up, and the two staggered to the door.

At this time, my room was very quiet. I got up and went to the door, bolted the door, and then gently shouted, "dudagula."

Dudagula ignored me. She lay on the table silently and seemed to be asleep.

I called again, "dudagura."

"Why doesn't he look at me more? Am I so bad..." she muttered. I listened carefully and was surprised. Who does "he" mean in her mouth? Timur? My intuition will be him. No wonder her eyes often make me feel that she is in love.

But Timur has no women on the grassland, which is a well-known thing in baluti.

It turned out that she fell in love with someone like me, but she couldn't get half of his love, but she was stronger than me. She hid her heart very deeply.

I thought that since she came to Luoxuan Pavilion, she didn't seem to have done anything sorry for me.

I didn't read her wrong. In fact, she is still a woman with a soft heart. She doesn't seem to see my sadness. That's because she knows how to feel sad. Just because she has the same experience as me.

But I don't know how much better than her. At least for the sake of name, I'm the princess of turdan, and she, she's nothing. She's just a little maid.

It seems that I should be satisfied.

But I can't. I still want to see her. I'll give up when I see her.

Holding her to my bed, she burped unconsciously. She was drunk and unconscious.

Although this is despicable, it is the most feasible and convenient way for me to leave Luoxuan Pavilion.

I took off her coat and shoes, pushed her into the bed, lay sideways facing the bed, covered the quilt tightly, covered half of my head, and only showed my forehead. It should be very much like me sleeping in bed.

Seeing that she was all right, I hurried to put on her light cyan Mongolian dress, which is my favorite light color. I wore it with a little fat. I had seen that she was similar to my body shape for a long time. Now I have a fitting shirt, which is really so.

Looking at the soft gluten powder hidden in the cuff, I couldn't help laughing. It was originally my intention. If dudagula wasn't drunk, I would quietly put this in her wine, but God was helping me. This time, Li'an's soft gluten powder was useless.

Looking in the mirror, I combed her hair, put on my hat, and learned that she covered her face with a silk scarf. Then I looked left and right in front of the mirror. I was really similar to her in appearance. I smiled at the mirror, and everything had stopped.

I can't joke with myself on such a cold night with my fur boots in the same color as dudagura.

Open the door and go out. I naturally learn the way dudagura walks. That's the result of my hard practice in the mirror these two nights. I believe I will never go wrong.

When I got to the stable, I took the horse that dudagula used to ride. Without a horse and carriage, it was difficult to walk an inch on the grassland. I had to ride with her horse.

It was a white horse, pure white. At first glance, it was a good horse. I didn't calculate that the horse would be disobedient. It seemed that it smelled that my taste was different from that of dudagura. If I pulled its reins, it just wouldn't go.

I stared at him in the stable, and he ignored me.

I'm a little anxious and flustered. What should I do? I don't know how to tame horses.

I really want to ride the flying phoenix next to me to leave, but it's not dudagula's horse. I'm afraid I've been recognized by the bodyguard before I go out.

This risk, but I can't take it. I've arrived here. I don't want to lose all my previous efforts at this moment.

After looking at a pile of cut grass outside the stable, I had an idea. I held the grass and put it in front of the white horse. It sniffed, looked at me again and began to eat.

I touched its mane and quietly showed kindness to it.

When it's full, I'll pull its reins. The horse has been obediently at my disposal.

It turns out that horses are also human. I like them.

With all my clothes and the horse, I think I have a decision for the Luoxuan Pavilion tonight.