Magic cool husband only loves his naughty wife

Miss the days when there were books to read. She originally wanted hearts to borrow some books for her, even unofficial history, but the women in the cold palace seemed really miserable. When people outside heard that they were cold palace people, they directly ignored them.

Mingxiaochen sighed that the world is cold. At least she is the emperor's concubine, but she ended up like this. She couldn't help thinking, is this the torture he wants to give her? Did he mean to let her know how hard it was to refuse to give in to him?

If he thought this would make her give in, he thought too much. She had nothing but backbone and dignity. If she lost both things, she really didn't know what else could support her to live.

"Empress, this little letter is ready." Red peach took a small letter made according to Ming Xiaochen's requirements and said happily.

"Well, well done, hearts. It's really troublesome for you." It's not easy to make a small letter. Ming Xiaochen is so happy that his eyes are bent with laughter.

"No trouble, no trouble. Anyway, I have nothing to do. I wish I could make my mother happy." Heart said sincerely.

"Heart, thank you." Ming Xiaochen turns over the little note. With it, she can record the story she heard from Suxin. She can not only spend a lot of time, but also exercise her writing,

In ancient times, women advocated that no talent is virtue, but in her eyes, it is shit. What is no talent is virtue? It's like imprisoning the development of women's thought.

They have so many rules that she just wants to break them. She can't let these rules bind herself.

Ming Xiaochen knows she shouldn't expect. Although she has been put into the cold palace now, she still wears the hat of the tyrant's woman. Even an abandoned woman has to abide by her identity that she is no longer a girl. However, whenever night falls, she still can't help looking forward to it.

She wanted to know who he was and who sneaked into her room to see her while she was asleep in the middle of the night. She could feel that he meant no harm to her. On the contrary, she felt his pity for her.

Since that piece of paper disappeared, she had determined that the night must exist, not because her heart was empty and wanted a man, although she had reached the age of spring,

But she has never tried to fantasize about being with a man in the middle of the night. She wants to know who he is, but she is worried that when the mysterious veil is lifted, will their relationship still be the same?

After sending the hearts to rest, she put the letter away. She didn't know his identity, and she couldn't make sure what his reaction would be when he saw the letter. She'd better be careful before confirming the identity of the other party.

The candlelight flickered, and the cold wind outside the window was blowing. She looked at the moon that had risen to half empty. She was hesitating with a brush in her hand. Her watery eyes twinkled in the candlelight.

On the desktop is a blank rice paper. After a period of exercise, her brush has improved. Although it is still stiff, it also looks delicate and neat.