Cover The Sky With One Hand, Beat The Ground With The Other

Looking at the stars and the moon on the lawn, he wouldn't refuse too strongly.

Once he suddenly asked me: "Your Highness is not sad?"

I looked at him in surprise.

His eyes looked at the stars in the sky: "I'm like this, your Highness is not sad or sad?"

I straightened my head, my nose was a little sore: "Sad, sad."

He turned his head to look at me, I raised and held his hand, I smiled, and felt something moist in the corner of my eye sliding down, "But...at least I caught you, right?"

Song Langsheng didn't say a word that night.

It's just that I slept soundly at night, and vaguely felt that someone was covering my bedding. I thought it was a dream, so I closed my eyes for fear of waking up. When I woke up the next day, the quilt around my feet and neck was stuffed inside, and the bag was tightly packed to prevent leakage and cold.

From the various perspectives of the past, the fate and development with Song Langsheng always have a common characteristic.

As long as there is a good beginning, the blows that follow will surely defeat that trace of beauty.

On the day of my birthday, I lured him into the boat and went out to sea and watched the fireworks. (→Chapter 21)

He said a lot to me, and there seemed to be some gratitude and affection in the words.

I was so happy.

After returning home, I spent most of the day in the kitchen and cooked a table of good dishes to share with him.

After sitting down, remembering that the boiled wine had not yet been served, he asked him to move his chopsticks first, and ran out the door by himself. After two steps, he was really curious about what his expression would look like when he tasted the food I carefully prepared, so he tiptoedly turned his head, and peeked in through the crack of the door.

I saw him taking out a black pill from his pouch and was going to put it in my soup bowl.

I didn't know how to move as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

Coincidentally, a gust of wind whizzed past, the door opened in response, Song Langsheng's hand holding the medicine paused in the air, turned his head, and his eyes met.

Seeing him hurriedly retracted his hand and stood up, but because of his eagerness, he knocked over the entire dining table. I looked at the mess everywhere, and what appeared in my mind was that I started with cutting carrots, and I cut my hands from time to time and was splashed with oil. I hurt myself, as well as the self who pestered the royal chef to teach me every day for the taste of the dishes, and the self who watched Song Langsheng from his back every night before going to bed fantasizing that he tasted the dishes I made.

I asked, "Is it poison?"

Song Langsheng's expression was a little fuzzy in my eyes. I squeezed my fists, tried to stand still, and repeatedly asked, "Is it poison?"

Song Langsheng did not answer for a long time, and then said softly: "Yes, but..."

"It's over, we."

I said so.

I picked up the pills that fell on the ground, spread them on the palm of my hand, and asked, "You and I are in the same bed every night, why is it hard to kill me?"

His eyes are as deep as the sea, "This is to forget the soul. The Chinese people will forget the past, and it will take two years to recover as before."

I vaguely guessed something in my heart: "Why?"

I looked up at him with picturesque eyebrows and star-like eyes, and listened to him: "The princess is smart. Only when the princess forgets can I get a chance to get out."

After hearing this, I took a long breath, my heart surged with nowhere to vent, "Get out?"

Song Langsheng looked at me fixedly, "I want to leave the princess."

In the past, all kinds of things hit my heart like a mountain, and it was extremely painful, but I couldn't scold him and he couldn't beat him. He didn't even know a word of cruel words. There were a lot of clues, dripping from the corner of my eye on the dark pill, I He hooked his mouth like self-deprecating, "If that's the case, then it's as you wish." He raised his hand and took the pill into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the next moment his wrist hurts and makes him squeeze tightly. Song Langsheng doesn't know when he will be close to me, grabbing Wanghunsan, his face is ugly.

I think I should be an illusion, Song Langsheng’s voice has a suppressed tremor: "Princess Xiangyi dares to love and hate, how can she be such a self-defeating appearance? You hate me, you should..."

I interrupted him: "I like you."

"I like it so long as I see you, I can rejoice for a long time, I like it until you talk to me and I can remember it over and over again, I like it so much that I can throw away the princess's air and dignity, I like it so much as I can do anything for you, I like it as long as I think of you. It’s my husband and I feel that I am the happiest person in the world..."

"But I like it so...it seems like it can only end here."

The dim candlelight in the room dangled, and his eyes were full of affectionate suffering. At a certain moment, I seemed to be bewildered again, so I covered my eyes with the palm of my hand, stopped looking at him, and turned around. Body: "Be relieved, with or without the medicine, I won't pester you anymore."

The white snow outside the house melted. Somehow, I suddenly missed the red maple that fell with my elder brother that year. The dazzling redness was much brighter than the plain white Jingya.

I said, "Song Langsheng, I will never see you again from now on."

"Take care of yourself."