From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Zhou Yuan has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He has never taken the initiative to deal with the relationship between him and Zhao Jianjia. The fundamental reason is that the time is not ripe yet. Even if he actively deals with it, it will not have a good effect.

Feelings, or love, are indeed based on sincerity, but they also need to be managed.

People who don't know how to manage often can't get true love, and the process of life is always full of regrets.

Zhou Yuan is not a young man anymore. Of course, he knows how to manage. It is precisely because he likes Zhao Jianjia very much that he treats his feelings with her more carefully.

So, he finally waited until today.

When she is heartbroken and extremely guilty, she will get positive gains by laying everything out.

"What kind of person am I?"

Zhou Yuan's voice was very calm, with a gentle coldness, which immediately attracted Zhao Jianjia's attention.

"Maybe in your opinion, I am casual, unmotivated, and unambitious."

Zhao Jianjia was about to speak, but her mouth was covered by Zhou Yuan.

"Let me finish."

Zhou Yuan said softly: "You are understandable to think so, because people's personality is shaped by the environment. Your father studied hard and finally became the top scholar in the imperial examination and became a leader in the literati."

"With such a good example before you, of course you also think that people should strive, study, and make a career. It's not your fault, because the world tells you that this is the right thing to do."

Zhao Jianjia nodded slightly, she agreed with Zhou Yuan's statement.

"But I am different from you."

Zhou Yuan sighed and said, "My father also studied hard, but because of studying, our family became poorer and poorer. My mother died of illness, and my father died of depression in a famous place."

"I became an orphan and lived a lonely life without relatives."

"So what did studying bring me? The departure of relatives and unbearable poverty, that's all."

"In this case, do you think it's wrong for me to dislike studying?"

Zhao Jianjia's lips trembled. She had never thought of this.

She only realized now that she had always been thinking about the right and wrong of the problem from her own perspective, and never cared about how studying made Zhou Yuan feel.

Zhou Yuan continued: "Reality tells me that studying is actually not good, and a person's life is actually very short. In this case, why should we pursue fame and fortune? Live every day of your life well, and try to make yourself happier in the limited journey of life. Isn't that good?"

"Because of this, I don't care about the dignity of a scholar, and I no longer study. I married into the Zhao family and solved the poverty that has always troubled me."

"I no longer have to worry about survival, so I try my best to do what I like."

His tone became gloomy, and his voice had a unique magic: "I have been hungry since I was a child and my body is weak, so I insist on exercising. I like fishing, so I go fishing. I like fishing. If you like to listen to opera, then go to listen to opera.

"I hate the hypocritical socializing of scholars, so I don't want to socialize."

Speaking of this, Zhou Yuan said softly: "I have always lived according to my wisdom, but unfortunately, my life philosophy cannot satisfy you."

"So you think I am casual and have no ambition."

Zhao Jianjia sighed faintly and murmured: "Zhou Yuan, I am too naive. I am far inferior to you in the philosophy of life. You are right."

"If I stand in your position, I will be the same as you."

After speaking, she was suddenly startled. Looking at the hand on her shoulder, she realized that she had actually been in Zhou Yuan's arms.

Damn, when did he hug me!

But... it seems that it's nothing. He just hugged his wife. I should understand him.

Zhao Jianjia began to attack herself.

Zhou Yuan felt her soft body and said, "But I'm also thinking, after all, I'm a married man, I shouldn't just consider my own feelings, I should consider her more."

"So I promised to help you raise funds for the poetry meeting, went to the Baihua Pavilion, found the Baihua Fairy, and asked for three hundred taels of silver for sponsorship."

"Then I went fishing, wrote poems, and socialized on the day of the poetry meeting to help you earn face."

Zhao Jianjia felt bad when she heard this, he knew to think about me, but I never cared about his feelings, instead I always belittled him and questioned him.

Thinking of this, she rested her head on Zhou Yuan's chest, wanting to get closer to him.

"But they actually went to the rapeseed fields and trampled on the crops."

"When I was a child, my mother had to help the rich family wash clothes for four days, and her hands were soaked and rotten to earn half a bag of rice."

"I know the importance of food, and I hate their behavior, so I wrote "Song of Pity the Peasants" in anger."

Zhao Jianjia EyesTears welled up in her eyes. Zhou Yuan's words made her feel so uncomfortable. Why didn't I realize this before? Qu Ling was right. I am a bad woman.

She hugged Zhou Yuan and choked up, "I'm sorry, Zhou Yuan... I should have stood by you that day. I should have supported you."

Zhou Yuan continued, "But I don't blame you. I think you are right. Men should seek a future."

"But to seek a future, you must first cultivate yourself and ensure your physical health."

"So I went to Baiyun Temple to practice Taoism. I exercise for eight hours every day, just to strengthen my muscles and bones and build a good body."

"For you, I can endure any hardship!"

The last sentence was undoubtedly a blow to her heart.

"Woo woo!"

Zhao Jianjia burst into tears and said in a trembling voice, "It must be very hard on the mountain, right? How can you bear to exercise for eight hours a day!"

"No wonder you got so tanned when you came down the mountain."

Only then did she understand that Zhou Yuan did all this for her.

This kind of heartbreak made her feel ashamed.

Zhou Yuan shook his head and said, "It's not bitter, it's just very boring. I hardly saw any living people. The longest time was more than 40 days without talking. I almost went crazy."

The bitter love trick is often the most important way to impress women. In fact, Zhou Yuan flirted with his beautiful master every day.

Zhao Jianjia was already in tears, lying on Zhou Yuan's shoulder and crying bitterly.

Zhou Yuan smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm going down the mountain. My body has been tempered."

"Today I came here with a sword in my hand, fearing that something might happen to you, but fortunately my efforts were useful and I have the ability to protect you."

Zhao Jianjia cried bitterly, "Stop it, Zhou Yuan. I don't deserve you to treat me like this."

Her face was covered with tears and her voice was trembling, "Qu Ling is right. I don't deserve to be your wife. I haven't even cooked a meal for you or prepared a piece of clothing for you."

"You have done so much for me... I have always denied you and forced you to divorce me..."

Zhao Jianjia completely collapsed, hugged Zhou Yuan, cried until her voice was hoarse, and tears kept flowing.

And the next moment, she widened her eyes and was shocked.

Just because Zhou Yuan had come over, held her face, and kissed her fiercely.

The softness, warmth and smoothness that she had never experienced before, the endless fragrance mixed with the salty wetness of tears, Zhao Jianjia's lips tasted so good!

After a brief shock, Zhao Jianjia also fell in love, not knowing whether it was out of apology or emotion, she actually took the initiative to respond.

She was obviously clumsy, immature, and inexperienced, but full of girlish feelings.

The two hugged each other tightly, and it seemed that they had kissed for a century.

Until Zhao Jianjia couldn't hold it anymore, they finally separated, panting heavily.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other, their eyes intertwined.

Zhou Yuan hugged her tightly and said in a deep voice: "Don't mention the matter of divorce again, let's live a good life, okay?"

Zhao Jianjia's eyes were full of tears and affection, and her voice was trembling: "As long as you still want me."

She had never been so bold, so her face was red, but she didn't bow her head because she was too afraid of being rejected.

"My wife, what do you want or not? We have been married."

Zhou Yuan held her in his arms, and the two of them could clearly feel each other's heartbeats. At this moment, silence was better than words.

Zhao Jianjia felt the warmth and support she had never felt before, and her heart was about to melt.

Thinking of everything Zhou Yuan did, she found that Zhou Yuan was so outstanding, but she had never seen it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianjia whimpered and clung to him more tightly.

Is this love? Her head was buzzing, and it was full of Zhou Yuan's figure.

And Zhou Yuan smiled knowingly, hey, to coax a woman is to tell a story.

The story can be false, but the feelings must be true.

Relying on fate to maintain love will only result in regrets in the end.

Men should have a way to cultivate love, so that they can protect everything they cherish.