The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

After entering the hall, Luo Ci saw the young man sitting in front of the dressing table. The red and complicated Chinese clothes were not ostentatious, but rather warm, like the red of plum blossoms.

He is not a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, nor is he an orchid and jade tree, warm and moist like jade, he just immerses himself in his own world quietly, just like the boy in snow clothes sitting in the courtyard when we first met, and the coldness of early winter blend.

Now it's a bit warmer.

Hearing the movement, he glanced sideways slightly, his voice was a little hoarse, he deliberately suppressed it, it was not unpleasant, "Why is the wife master here?"

I can only see half of his face, but I can't see how the left side is recovering.

His throat couldn't recover completely. The fire that night had ruined his throat, and he couldn't speak for several days. Until now, it was only relieved by medicine. He could only speak softly. Once he spoke forcefully, his voice would not It will be like this.

Luo Ci stepped forward, feeling slightly worried, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Chu Si shook his head, "It's okay."

He has long been used to it.

He held Luo Ci's hand, slowly touched his left face, and gently covered it, it was fair and flawless, without unevenness, and his light-colored pupils were extremely pure, "My wife, my face has recovered."

She was slightly stunned, but she didn't mean to ask the reason or get angry. She thought about what the fragments had been doing evasively while she was sleeping in the past few days, presumably it was applying medicine.

Suddenly, she held his hand instead and said softly, "I'm here to pick you up."

There was some soft light in Chu Si's eyes, and a certain emotion flashed in his pupils, and he heard himself say, "Okay."

From the upper chariot, they sat side by side, she held her hand, and walked through half of the palace, with palace people kneeling on the ground and saluting on both sides of the road.

He looked around with sideways eyes, his expression was extremely calm, his beautiful and delicate appearance was somewhat indistinguishable, and he was a well-deserved beauty.

He had seen the scene of conferring a queen before, but there was no such grand and solemn atmosphere.

No one dared to raise their heads, and no one dared to speak in private. The supremacy of imperial power had been engraved in their bones, and all the palace officials looked serious and nervous.

The chariot arrived outside the Golden Luan Hall, and they got off the chariot. The queen's clothes were covered with eighteen layers, but the design was relatively neutral, not too feminine.

Luo Ci held his hand, went through the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, and personally put on the phoenix crown for him.

Solemn vocal music was played outside the hall, and the minister of the Ministry of Rites had a solemn expression, reading the canonization proclamation.

After everything is over, "Licheng!"

This is the end of the canonization ceremony, and there will be a dinner after the canonization ceremony, which is considered a wedding banquet.

They went back to the dormitory and changed into convenient clothes. Although they were still luxurious, they were not as burdensome as the wedding clothes.

Luo Ci bowed her head and carefully took off the pieces one by one. The clothes were wrapped around her body one by one, and then she tied her waist tightly and put on a robe, so she didn't look bloated.

Chu Si stood up obediently, but suddenly he swayed, and when he opened his eyes again, the color of his pupils changed.

With his arms supported, the girl's soft voice came, "Are you tired?"

The Lord God stared at her with lowered eyes, his shallow lips parted slightly, "No."

He pinched her chin lightly, without using much force, but the girl still had to obey his hand and slightly raised her head, "Don't use that sword again in the future."

His exquisite face looked very calm, and his voice was also very flat. It seemed to be a high-ranking posture, but he was sincerely begging her.

Luo Ci was stunned.

She lowered her head, like a little beast with drooping ears admitting her mistake, her voice was low and soft, "But I'm still too weak."

She can only use the power of that sword to deal with them.

She raised her head, her beautiful eyes were full of stubbornness, and tears were shining in her eyes, "I remember everything!"

Rong Qing's tone was a bit difficult, "When did it happen?"

"From the beginning."

He pursed his lips slightly, and gently wiped away the tears that were about to overflow from the corners of her eyes. He didn't expect that she could hide her thoughts for so long, and almost never showed them in front of him.

After a while, he said, "I will be there in the future."

Luo Ci threw herself into his arms, her voice muffled and choked with sobs, "I can already be alone."

If he had to take care of everything, what if... he would also become like his brother?

From the beginning to the end, she was overwhelmed by the great self-blame and disgust, so why should she pay the price for what she did! How can God dominate everything about ordinary people!

She thought of the scene when her brother left her, she heard him say.

"Because I'm your brother."

"It's only natural for a brother to protect his sister."

A very gentle tone, with a smile on his face, his unruly red eyes are very soft, but his face is becoming more and more blurred.

Even though, for her who traveled through so many planes, it was already very far away.

But the words at that time will never be forgotten.

not at all...

not like this.

He didn't have a surname originally, but he took it to give her an identity.

He is Chuan.

One of the original two gods.

Rong Qing felt a dull pain coming from her heart, in fact, not only she could perceive her emotions through the natal flower, but he could too.

That was her mourning.

Time does not heal all scars.

The pain of losing a loved one will be very painful at that time. Even if it has passed for a long time, I may feel that it has faded and it is not so uncomfortable, but whenever I think about it, I will feel an unspeakable loss in my heart.

The emotion may be very light, but it can be long and lingering.

Even when I dreamed back in the middle of the night, when someone mentioned him, I couldn't help choking up, and begged the person to stop talking, speaking intermittently.

Weeping almost hysterically, very sad.

When I woke up, there were still tears in the corners of my eyes.

What's more, she always felt that it was her reason that caused her brother to leave.

Together with the pain of losing a loved one and the backlog of self-blame, it sank in her heart.

So in the plane of the last days, she couldn't even refute that god.

Rong Qing said softly, "Didn't he say that? It's not your fault. I'm not lying to you, it's the truth."

He and Luo Chuan are gods of equal strength.

How could it be backlashed by the small plane.

It's just that she is still young and cannot withstand the punishment of God, so Luo Chuan just used her body to replace her.

Sighing softly, he put his palm on her neck, and she passed out in his arms.

The Lord God picked her up, put her on the bed, and put his palms on her forehead to hide those sad emotions. She would still remember those things, but she would not be so sad after waking up.

He sat quietly by the bed with a calm expression.

There is no goodness for no reason in the world, at least for Luo Chuan, it is like this. Luo Chuan is willing to give her an identity because she is kind to him, and the pure white kindness she released when her consciousness was hazy touched him, so she was so kind. Be nice to her.

The same is true for the Lord God.

It is a love that slowly accumulates over time.