The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

[Chu Zhi Fanwai]

Xu started from the name given to him by the old owner, and he couldn't escape the obsession in his life.

Or in other words, it was precisely because he saw the keynote of his life that he was given this name.

From the time he was born, from the time he grabbed the Yin jade in the full moon, and from the time when the master gave the Yang jade to Luo Ci as a full moon gift, the relationship between them has long been doomed.

The Yin jade with a penetrating ink color all over his body corresponds to him in his previous life, only the shadow follows him.

He knew of her existence very early on, and also knew that their jade pendants were a couple very early on, and he also knew that his father's generation had the idea of ​​making them get married.

He has always been unrestrained, but he somehow doesn't reject or even develop any resistance to the almost mandatory baby kiss.

Although at that time, he had never met her.

He was only four years old that year, and his parents left the villa for a few days to meet an old friend. When they came back, they told him that the other half of the jade pendant was given to that little sister. Mrs. Chu even joked with a smile, your little My daughter-in-law is waiting for you in the capital.

At that time, he was only ashamed of being ridiculed, but not angry, and he also became curious about Yang Yu's owner.

But not contradicting, does not mean liking and accepting.

After all, it was just a vague feeling, and it was just non-repulsion and curiosity before they met each other.

When I thought about it later, I regretted it countless times, why I didn't go to the capital with my parents, and I wouldn't be in such a mess when I actually met.

The first time we met was when the sixth princess wanted to embarrass him, she walked out, and when he heard what they called her, he instantly realized who she was.

In the world, there is only this princess, who makes the royal princess have to back off a bit.

Know who she is, and know the origin between them.

But what is his identity?

An eunuch, a eunuch in the eyes of palace people, a slave that anyone can bully.

That day, the young man was dull and taciturn, his pupils dull and lifeless, even though the other party was only a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, there was already a difference between heaven and earth.

He is more than embarrassed, if she really knows his identity, it will be even more embarrassing.

After all, she doesn't know herself, but he does know her very well.

Probably since he knew Yin Yu Yang Yu, he had been curious about her, and he had asked his seniors who had been to the capital to bring him news about her.

There was very little news about her, she had almost no contacts with anyone, no friends, and seldom left the house. Over time, rumors spread in the capital that the princess was naturally cold and withdrawn.

If she hadn't been given a title from the very beginning, and could even inherit the Huai'an Palace in the future (of course, the Huai'an Palace was the princess's palace at that time), she would have attracted much attention from the very beginning, and of course she would have aroused jealousy.

People with a withdrawn personality are generally not included in the marriage targets.

Others may feel that the princess is difficult to get in touch with, but at that time Chu Zhi was inexplicably sympathetic, which was completely out of reason.

Xu Shi had paid attention to her from the beginning, and with the relationship between the jade pendant, he was absolutely unwilling to show such a embarrassed posture in front of her, let alone her knowing that he had the other half of the jade pendant.

That day, he imprinted the girl's beautiful and clear eyes in his heart, which seemed pure and innocent, but he didn't know until later that those eyes contained complete indifference, and they would not do anything for anyone. moving.

He should have known.

The princess asked him to lead her to the most crowded place in the palace on the grounds that he was good-looking, and allowed him to take advantage of the situation, which indeed saved a lot of trouble in the future.

The young Mu Ai's thoughts took root at this moment.

But if it's another person, maybe there is only a little gratitude.

Who would really help a little eunuch, even if he did, it would be like alms.

This is just a belated heartbeat.

Because he knew it was her, he gave birth to signs of admiration.

It's just this heartbeat, but it is destined to be impossible to have results.

Therefore, even though he had the opportunity to contact King Huai'an, he hid almost like a cover, unwilling to be discovered.

If the King of Huai'an saw him in such a state of embarrassment, he would have been excluded from the selection of the princess's future husband from the very beginning.

He is alone and has nothing, so he can only hold a lonely heart and climb up step by step in the palace, from a lowly slave who is slaughtered to the position of the governor of the moon factory.

But so what?

In the eyes of the world, he is just a disabled person.

At most, just add the prefix of cruelty, cruelty and brutality in front of it.

Forever, no one will associate him with Princess Mingtang.

And never, no one will bless you.

Perhaps because of the massacre, even though he had dealt with the traitors and villains back then, he was always plunged into the bloody darkness, with bloody chains imprisoning him.

In addition, for the sake of power, his hands are not clean, and what he does is completely different from what he thought sixteen years ago, which also created his temper.

His love is dark and paranoid, reaching a morbid state.

Careful, not daring to approach her, but using other means to spy on her, daring not to see anyone all day long.

During the Chinese New Year in Beijing, the streets were brightly lit and very lively. He did not attend the palace banquet, but walked alone on the street and stopped in front of the booth of an old man who painted sugar paintings.

He wears a mask, no one knows his identity, and no one fears him.

The old man took the initiative to ask him what he wanted to draw. He was silent for a long time, his voice was rarely calm, without any hostility and irony. He asked if he could draw by himself.

The old man was only surprised for a while, then agreed.

It was her he wanted to paint.

Carefully, and with an apologetic feeling like offense, he drew her sugar portrait.

But I dare not eat it at all.

From the first time I saw her, she was like a bright moon emitting a cold light, unattainable, deeply imprinted in my heart, how dare I offend her like this.

Even though the sugar painting was about to melt, he didn't dispose of it casually, but went to the kitchen by himself, put it in the pot, and watched it melt a little bit.

It seems that as long as she takes a bite, the crime is so heinous that she can't even throw it away at will. As long as the sugar painting still looks like her, she dare not treat it lightly.

Painting her sugar portrait was a deeper torture.

In fact, he also knew that if she really knew about this kind of liking, it would make her loathe him even more.

Pay close attention to her actions, every time she attends a palace banquet, she will be there, and deal with those men who are thinking about her, and draw a box of her portraits, and even want to eat her candy portraits.

Everything is too sick.

This kind of liking that is constantly suppressed and hidden, after all, there are times when it can't be hidden.

So he confessed his love to her with a desperate attitude.