Her Heartless Evil Man

"Sweat, wash your face." just wash your face.

Two people stood by the bucket. His wine hiccup rang again, which made me sick again. I covered my mouth. What a nuisance. The wine smells so bad. I really want to wake him up with a slap.

"Yun Qi'er, is that you? I miss you so much." he reached out and touched my shadow in the water, gently, as if he was afraid to wake me up.

I think of the sentence "spit out the truth after drinking". This sentence really makes me stunned. Does he really miss me?

Try to recall what he just said. I'm afraid he'll hear it wrong if he doesn't pay attention. How can he miss me?

"Yun Qi'er, your plum blossom is gone. Ha ha, it's nice." he stroked the scar on my forehead in the water and said with some pity: "fool, it's ugly to hurt yourself like this."

Am I ugly? But when I knew the plum blossom was removed, I was happy, even with scars, because I didn't want to be a substitute.

He slapped my scar in the water. "Yun Qi'er, rub it for you. It doesn't hurt anymore."

The water splashed one after another under his palm, and then fell, scattered, and scattered into circles and circles of ripples. I looked as if it was my mind and floated in circles.

I really don't understand him. Is he saying this for me? Does he still have me in his heart. I thought, more and more ignorant.

"Big sweat, yunqi'er will wash your face."

Let him bend over and hold his hands full of water. The warm water gently wiped the dirt off his face.

When he was clean, I took a handkerchief to dry his face. I took him to the bed tent. In this way, he would better go to bed early when he was drunk.

"Yun Qi'er, don't you wash?" he looked at me suspiciously. Let me blush. In the past, he and I often took a mandarin duck bath together. He won't be so drunk. He remembers it again.

"No, go to bed."

He smiled like a child: "well, Yun Qier slept with me, and Ge Ge slept with me."

The first time I saw him with such a true temperament, I couldn't cry or laugh. He was really greedy. He had to be accompanied by two people.

Patting him on the face, I shouted, "bad guy."

"Gege is the bad guy. If gege falls asleep, he won't wake up." his words are incoherent again. One moment is me, another moment is his case. Can't he really have us in his heart.

"How about Ge Ge drawing and writing poems for you?" I coaxed him. I wanted to leave him and be honest, so I asked him to help me.

"OK, OK, but if gege's painting is not good, Yun Qier's painting is good. Yun Qier's painting is good."

I nodded and felt sad. No matter what his mind was, everything he did in the ice palace told me that there was no future for me and him.

As soon as he sat down, he protested, "painting is to sit on a chair, not here."

His words amused me. He reached out and shook in front of him, "how many hands?" I wanted to see if he was really drunk.

"One." he suddenly grabbed my other hand, "two. Look at two."

Pulling him up, I smiled: "come on, let's go to the chair."

He obediently let me hold him, and then sat askew on the chair.

I came to the table, took a pen and paper, looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window, calmed my heart, and then began to study the ink myself.

Since I was a child, I like this ink very much. I draw and write poems, and I have more Aura because of this ink.

When I was writing, I really drew him. I didn't need to look at him. I just sketched him casually in my mind. After a few strokes, there was a human shape. Then I described it in detail. After a while, his appearance had jumped onto the paper. How many times did you draw it? This time it was done at one go. It felt natural and smooth.

He looked up at him, his eyes blurred, as if he was going to sleep. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled like a scoundrel. He was so strange.

"Draw it. Show it to me."

"No."

I put the picture aside, took another piece of paper and began to write.

I wrote a letter at random to the effect that Princess Lou, Princess qingshuo of the great Zhou Dynasty, removed her title as Princess baluti and allowed her to return home for medical treatment because she was unable to cure her depression after she married to the grassland

After writing, I took the painting and documents, and then came to turdan, "Khan, look at this painting."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the painting, but he was full of praise and said, "Yun Qier's painting is good, I like it."

Do you really like it? I don't believe it anymore.

"Big sweat, sign yunqi'er's name. Yunqi'er will take the painting with him and it's like seeing big sweat." I press the document under the painting and only show one side. As long as turdan signs there, I can leave this Balu stab in the future.

He took the pen in my hand. His hand trembled and couldn't fall for a long time.

I'm a little anxious. I'm afraid he signed in the wrong place. I gently shook his hand and moved to the side of the document, "sweat, sign here."

He did not want to sign it. When the Mongolian Character of turdan was signed on the book, my heart pounded and jumped badly.

At this moment, I am free. I have nothing to do with him anymore. However, there is no sadness or joy in my heart. There is no happiness or sadness. At this step, it was not what I wanted. My child is also doomed to have no father's company all his life.

Fold the papers and paintings gently and put them in your arms. You can't throw away such important things.

Having achieved my expected goal, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, "sweat, go to sleep."

His eyelid fight is also going to sleep. As soon as he touched the pillow, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I gently wanted to take out my hand, but I found that he had held it tightly. Even if he fell asleep, he wouldn't let me earn it. This man is really a scoundrel.

The window has been hung with cotton curtains by the maid. The snowflakes seem to be floating in the distant sky. I count snowflakes one by one and lie on his side. Sleep quietly. When my mother arrives, I can leave safely with her and find a place we like to live a life like a paradise.

Such a day, how good it should be, I thought. I smiled on my face, but was disturbed by his snoring. I pushed him and slept like a pig.

Gently close your eyes, tomorrow will always be better.

Because of bad joy, I have been sleepy. I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes. After a night's sleep, I even forgot the fact that turdan was still with me.

Naturally, I woke up. The room was dark and the curtains were still hanging. Only through a gap in the corner of the curtain did I know that it was daybreak and the sun came out.

Has the snow stopped? I think of the snow last night. It's so big. It's good to go out for a walk in such a good sunshine.

Lazily wrapped in a quilt, I wanted to sit up. Suddenly, I was pulled by someone, and I fell back into the Bed Tent again. Crooked head, turdan's face was magnified in front of me. He looked at me without blinking.

It occurred to me that I slept with him again last night.

Embarrassed smile, he forced me to sleep. I couldn't earn it, so I wronged myself.

But the way you look at him at the moment seems to be what I did to him last night. Yes.

Suddenly remembered that document, I was calculating him. I was a little guilty. Looking at him, some didn't know how to face him.

"Wake up." his hands tightened inch by inch around my waist. His breath was burning on my face. The wine smell had disappeared. At the moment, his whole body exuded a dangerous smell.

This is the first time I have been sober with him since I left the ice palace. I think of him who was drunk last night, as if he were a child. I still don't know that he was teased by me.

"I'm not your GERGE." if you're looking for his GERGE, he's in the wrong place.

He stroked my forehead. There was no plum blossom, only an ugly scar. "It's ugly." his lattice on his forehead will always be a beautiful plum blossom.

"I'm yunqi'er, and you're the yunqi'er who wants her to die." I look at him coldly, and hate is more than love.

The hand between the waist is more and more tight, "say, what did Timur do here yesterday?"

I see. Thinking of what he scolded me last night, he said I seduced Timur. He said I was a bitch, and my face turned red, "you don't deserve to know." what does he have to do with me? The document in my arms proves that I have nothing to do with him anymore, but I asked him to sign the document privately, so I can't disclose it to him.

The hand between the waist loosened, I breathed a breath, some relaxed feeling, but no, how could he let me go after listening to my sentence.

Sure enough, his loosened hand suddenly grabbed my wrist, "I'm your husband. I don't deserve to know, so is Timur worthy to know?"

I listened and smiled sadly, "are you my husband?" which husband in the world is looking forward to his wife's death?

"Isn't it?" he asked me back.

"Why did Timur come from?" he was a little excited. It seemed that he would not let me go if he didn't give him the answer.

"My mother is coming, he just told me my mother's news." I don't want to make any extra trouble. Maybe when my mother arrives, I can leave this Balu thorn. But is it necessary for Timur's arrival to make him so moved?

"Your mother, just ask about your mother?" he didn't believe it.

"What else do you want, even if I'm having a private tryst with Timur." I'm angry and angry at his words. Do I always have to hurt me like this?

He raised his hand and suddenly stopped an inch from my face. Do you want to hit me?