The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Her attitude towards him has not completely changed.

The pair of blood jade bracelets contained the heart of a young man, and this was already an implicit expression of his heart.

But she couldn't give an answer.

It is even more impossible to say something like "You are still young, you don't know what liking is, you don't really like me".

Whether you like him or not, you can't reply with such words.

Such words are like completely denying the other party's liking, and blaming it all on young age and immaturity.

But how much do you know how to like it? I don't know what I like at all, how can I deny the other party?

It is true that he was only nine years old when he left, and she only took up the few two years of his life, and he hadn't seen her for six years, but it really caught her by surprise, and she even felt that it was absurd. should.

It's just that the young man never concealed his emotions, and she also saw that ruthlessness in her eyes, frankly and without concealment.

Thinking about it now, ever since he told her that he wanted to live in the princess mansion at the palace banquet, as an actor, in front of the emperor and all the courtiers, he has never concealed his intention.

This made her feel overwhelmed.

Luo Ci's clear and beautiful eyes were a little confused, and her slender and curly eyelashes blinked slowly, without saying a word.

she does not know.

If it were someone else, she wouldn't just refuse without any scruples, or even go out together at all, but now she doesn't know how to respond.

If he is special, but I...have no extra emotions, no joy, no joy, no relaxation, like an old man who is old, he is always dull and impermanent.

Even when he noticed his intentions, he was only surprised. As for the complacency of the woman in the script when she learned that her sweetheart had intentions for her, she was not at all.

The only time she had a slightly violent mood swing was when she saw him being bullied by the palace servants that day, his head was bleeding, and she felt angry for no reason.

Afterwards, her father, queen and queen passed away one after another. Although she was sad, this kind of sadness seemed to be delayed, and there was not much grief.

Those feudal princes and courtiers criticized her for being unfilial on the grounds that she did not cry at the funeral, and wanted to get rid of her idea of ​​listening to politics behind the curtain, and then jointly elected a regent to assist the emperor's younger brother to achieve their ambition.

At that time, she listened to the government behind the curtain and insisted on abolishing the burial system, which offended the stubborn and conservative courtiers. Seeing that she was always expressionless, not crying like other princes and princesses, she thought she had caught the handle and wanted to pull her down. .

Once she is pulled down, the funeral system cannot be abolished smoothly, so at that time, those concubines almost begged her with their lives, forcing her to cry for her deceased father, queen and queen.

Their lives depend on her.

But I can't cry, I just can't cry. Even if I force myself, it is impossible to cry. Coercion itself is a pretense of hypocrisy.

She didn't want to cry for others to see, and she didn't go to the point where she had to force herself to cry to protect her brother.

It's not that there is no grief, it's just that these emotions are refined, and in the future, she will taste the bitterness and the long hidden pain in it.

Emotional expressions vary from person to person.

Luo Ci felt a little headache thinking about it, and rubbed her slender fingers against the Dayang acupoint slightly.

Rong Qing paid a lot of attention to her, not to mention how her previous actions could make her aware of her own intentions, so she paid more attention to her every move.

He stared at her very calmly with penetrating eyes, and a little bit of chill spread in the depths of his pupils.

More than lost.

She didn't speak for a long time, and even frowned and rubbed her temples because he troubled her.

It's like a burden that you don't need.

Her slender and bright red lips were pursed into a straight line, without the slightest bit of laughter, and now she has completely turned into a cold beauty.

She was much softer in front of Luo Ci before.

However, this is only a superficial change, and he is very uncomfortable.

I haven't been able to get the response I want, and sooner or later it will explode.

He is not like a normal person, his temper is quite extreme, if he does not get what he wants, he will not be able to control himself.

Rong Qing broke the silence, "Did sister ever miss me these years?"

If he didn't even miss the slightest bit, he wouldn't take such gentle methods again.

Luo Ci slowly replied, "Think about what will happen to you in Daqi."

But it is only in her spare time, most of her time does not belong to her, she has no time to spare, and only when she calms down after reviewing the memorials, can she get a short rest.

"At that time, the feudal lords were staring at the imperial palace. I thought, if I send you back to Daqi, you won't suffer from unwarranted disasters."

"I'm very sorry."

She remembered the look in his eyes when she said she was going to send him away. The young boy's dark eyes contained despair and anger as if he had been abandoned. He didn't cry or make trouble, but just looked at her like that, stubborn and stubborn.

So how could there be no emotion at all.

Rong Qing is no longer the immature boy who didn't hide his emotions back then, he looked calm and relaxed, "It's over, sister."

But he said the opposite in his heart, he didn't want to leave, he didn't belong to Daqi, he belonged here, he belonged to her.

Obviously his heart was already too suppressed, but he was able to force himself to look impermanent, put on a faint smile, and talk about the past.

It was always a knot in her heart to send herself away.

Even if she wanted to save her own life.

When he returned to Daqi, he worked desperately to build his own team, and when it was not stable, he sent most of his men to protect her for him.

But that was three years after the palace change, and it was already too late.

She has tasted the bitterness, the pain, and the injury, as early as the previous two years.

All he could do was to let his subordinates clean up and deal with those who had hurt her, deal with those leftovers, and deal with those who threatened her one by one.

But what she can do is limited after all, she can take care of herself on her own, and his subordinates are almost useless, they can only pass on news about her to him.

If he had been older, he would not have fallen into such a passive state.

The two had different thoughts. When they left the house, their moods were much lighter. Luo Ci was distressed and at a loss, while Rong Qing fell into the daze of not being able to get what he wanted.

His personality is inherently extreme, and he has been particularly attached to Luo Ci from his childhood experience, so it's normal to be prone to cranky thoughts.

The waiter's voice came from outside the door, "My lord, that private room is already occupied, I'll take you to another private room."

"No need." The son's voice was light, and it sounded a little immature.

After saying that, the door was opened, and there were the emperor in gold silk and black clothes and the helpless waiter at the door.

Luo Ci looked over in surprise, "Xiao Heng?"

Luo Heng glanced at Rong Qing indiscriminately before responding with a smile, "Sister."

Seeing this, the shop waiter retreated knowingly.

It's just a silent slander in my heart, I've known it long ago.