I have a deep love for Zhenjun

17.

In fact, he didn't treat me well at all.

Come to me when you call, and leave as soon as you wave; turn a blind eye to me and treat each other coldly.

If I were to take out a pen and paper and list all his crimes, it would be no exaggeration to say that the entire Langfeng Palace could be covered with the paper I wrote.

No complaints?There is also resentment.

But he didn't have to do anything, he just said a word to me in a soft and slow manner, and any grievances and resentments turned into spring water in his eyes, which were endless.

I just hope, hope—that he can see me longer.

18.

Maybe God heard my heart, Fu Qing didn't rush to leave this time.

His eyelids drooped slightly, his phoenix eyes glanced around the table, he casually picked up a booklet with a gray cover, and read out word by word: "Wu, Shan, Yi, Duan, Yun?"

Every time he read a word, his voice became lower and lower. At the end of the reading, he simply stopped speaking, and remained silent for a moment as if he had been frozen. When he looked up again, he looked at me with very strange eyes.

"Look—" He paused, as if he was phrasing, "Book banned?"

His question made me really confused, I stared in confusion, and said in a daze, "How do you know?"

"Isn't it?" He rested his long finger on the word Wushan, justified, "The meeting in Wushan is the joy of cloud and rain."

I couldn't laugh or cry, and tried to explain to him: "It's just a miscellaneous book that records anecdotes about the Xuandan tribe."

As I said that, in order to prove that this is indeed just a miscellaneous book, I randomly opened a page and read word by word:

"...The night rain knocked on the window, and thunder suddenly sounded. Inside the house was the red tent, warm in spring, being turned over, overthrown—"

Was turned into a red wave? !

I was surprised, when I read this book earlier, it was clearly a bowl of clear soup with little water, and the two of them hadn't even held hands a few times.Why did I just flip through it casually, and suddenly I was turned into a red wave?

Up to now, I can't read anymore.Even if I have a hundred mouths in the current situation, Fu Qing may not believe my explanation.

I turned the book forward a few pages without changing my face, trying to erase the words "turned red wave" from my mind, and then argued with him: "There is a forbidden book in my heart, and everything I see is a forbidden book. Everything I see is a forbidden book. Just as I thought, Master Zhenjun's intentions are not correct, and it has nothing to do with me."

Fu Qing let out an "oh" and said flatly, "I didn't know that one could cry while reading banned books."

I lowered my head, and I really saw the typesetting in the middle of the page smeared under the water stains. It looked slightly yellowed, and when I touched it with my fingers, it had already dried and was a little wrinkled.

I pondered for a while, and asked him: "If I said that it was just a drop of water accidentally dripped on it while drinking tea, would Master Zhenjun believe it?"

Fu Qing held a calm posture, and his eyes fell on me, as cold as water, as if he was saying to me: Why is it so far-fetched to attack the crossbow?

I had no choice but to praise him: "Lord Zhenjun has good eyesight, I did cry." After a pause, I continued, "But I wept with joy."

Fu Qing: "What do you mean?"

I smiled slightly: "Without him, I just read this book and thought of the scene when I became famous with Master Zhenjun in the future."

Fu Qing's face was covered with frost, and he stared at me coldly.

I silently counted three numbers, and said in unison with him: "Shameless."

I laughed out loud.

He walked away.