Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Su Qingping was very interested and wanted to tease him: "You don't dislike me? Then why do you act like I deserve death if I get close to you? Regardless of whether you dislike me or not, I don't think much of you. If you can write, I can write too, right?"

Yi Fengbai breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she didn't ask any further questions. He had asked her to solve the problem once and for all, so it was natural for her to write it.

Su Qingping picked up the pen and wrote down his requirements on the paper.

1. After marriage, the parties do not interfere with each other. They can take concubines, but their position as the main wife cannot be shaken.

2. After marriage, we will not interfere with each other. I will not care about you, and you cannot care about me. I will not go too far and will save your face, but if you make me lose face, I will not show mercy.

3. You are not allowed to interfere with the management of your servants, especially the servants who come with your dowry.

Four……

Anyway, there's a lot of it, and it never stops. I've written much more than Yi Fengbai, about domestic violence, personal freedom, everything I can think of. Isn't it time to draw a clear line? Then draw it cleanly.

Yi Fengbai didn't have much to say. Even if he saw some unreasonable questions, he just ignored them. It was understandable that people had more demands when marrying far away.

The sun was setting and soon the room was dark. Yi Fengbai lit the lamp and Su Qingping finally finished writing.

The two read it several times, signed their names at the end, and formally put their fingerprints on it.

Yi Fengbai was very considerate and copied it, making two copies to make it more formal.

When I was writing the paragraph after Su Qingping, my hand shook for some reason and the paper got tangled, so I had to rewrite it.

"Can you do it? If not, I'll write it."

Yi Fengbai took a deep breath, picked up the pen and continued writing. Fortunately, there was no accident this time. After the ink dried, he handed the newly copied copy to Su Qingping: "Take a look, is there any mistake?" But he had already folded the other copy and put it in his arms.

After confirming that everything was correct, Su Qingping looked at the sky outside and was afraid that he could not go back. After sending him away, he thought about staying here for one night and going into the palace tomorrow.

After he left, he took out the contract and read it again and again. After reading each requirement, the rice in his mouth became bitter. He looked down and found that he had eaten a piece of bitter melon. Soon the plate of bitter melon was empty.

Yi Fengbai didn't see her leave. Calculating the time, it was not difficult to know that she probably wouldn't go back tonight. He took the candlestick in his hand and looked at the words carefully. There was nothing unusual. He took out his calligraphy from his arms and compared it word by word.

Perhaps because I was too excited, a corner of the paper in my hand was torn as I thought about the information I had collected in the past two years.

It can't be such a coincidence, how could it be such a coincidence?

The originally negative answer spread in my heart and rekindled, with the tendency that a spark can start a prairie fire.

He plucked out a few scattered white hairs, carefully put away the paper, closed the window and paced around the house. He walked to the door several times, raised his hand, put it down, raised it again, and put it down again.

He urgently needs to verify what he thinks in his heart, but he doesn't dare to take this step?

What are you afraid of? Perhaps it's fear of having your expectations dashed?

I forced myself to calm down, but I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Finally, I got up and picked up a pen to write and draw on paper.

The handwriting became more and more sloppy, but it could not hide the boredom in his heart. Su Qingping threw the pen aside, opened the window, and looked at the bright moon hanging in the dark sky. There was no star to adorn it, and it looked so lonely.

The bitter loneliness that lingers in my heart. I haven't eaten the bitter melon, but the taste still lingers in my mouth. The tea I drink is also extremely bitter. Too bitter. What kind of tea is this? Who would drink it if it's this bitter?

If I had known earlier, I would have returned to the palace. What are you doing staying here?

By the time I realized what was happening, I had already arrived at the lobby on the first floor. A solitary lamp was flickering, and the waiter was sleeping soundly on the table. Was it already so late?

Without disturbing the waiter, he took a pot of wine and walked towards the room, but when he saw the dark room, he couldn't step in, so he went back to the hall.

Xiaoer has a really good sleep quality.

Without anyone around, he had nothing to worry about. Perhaps the waiter's snoring made the night less quiet. Su Qingping finally felt the sweetness of the wine and drank it without restraint. He didn't know what kind of wine it was, but it should be fruit wine, which is not intoxicating.

Perhaps the aroma of the wine was too strong, the waiter finally woke up. However, after smelling the wine for so long, he would have been almost drunk even if he hadn't drunk it.