Yuan Qingping returned to the Marquis' Mansion. Before leaving, he hugged Yuan Qingling and whispered: "Thank you, sister."

A call to Big Sister made Yuan Qingling soft-hearted.

She thought for a long time and felt that she could not do what Yu Wenhao said.

"Is the prince in the mansion?" she asked his nanny.

"Here, in the study."

"I'll go find him." Yuan Qingling made up his clothes and went out.

The dusk mist is deep. After the yard is dyed with twilight, it feels quiet and gentle. The smoke in the kitchen slowly rises. The breath of fireworks in the world fills every corner, making people feel real but illusory.

Today's disaster has made Yuan Qingling feel like he is truly living in the era he lives in, rather than simply living.

When he arrived at the study, the maid just took the meal to the door. Yuan Qingling whispered: "I'll do it!"

The maid is blessed, "Yes!"

Yuan Qingling brought the food in and lit two candles in the room. The light jumped and dimmed.

He practiced writing in front of the desk, and threw a lot of waste paper on the ground. Yuan Qingling stepped on it and saw that the word "完" was written on the back of each piece of paper.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his head, and as the candle jumped, his face was unstable, his eyes and eyebrows were curled up, looking serious and muscular.

The scar that entrenched in the corners of the eyes and ears added a bit of a silence.

"What are you here to do?" Yu Wenhao put down his pen and said coldly.

Yuan Qingling put the food on the Eight Immortals table and walked over and said, "It's time to have a meal."

"If you don't eat, take it away!" Yu Wenhao frowned.

She stood on the word "君" with her hands hanging down and crossed in front of her, "Let's talk."

"If there is nothing to talk about for what happened just now, I have decided." He said coldly.

Yuan Qingling walked over slowly, stood opposite the desk and looked at him, and said sincerely: "There is no need to be tolerant. Maybe many things should be tolerated many times, but this tolerance must also have a bottom line. If it touches this bottom line, you can't bear it anymore, otherwise you will completely lose the solar term of being a human being. I don't care what people outside say, I only care whether good and evil are punished."

"You don't care? It's okay to say something on your mouth, but who can't care if you really speak badly?" He is a veteran. He has suffered all kinds of vicious words this year, but those words are heartbroken in his ears.

"I can, I really don't care, because I have something in my heart that I care more."

"What do you care more about?" Yu Wenhao raised his eyes and looked at her, "What?"

"belief!"

"What belief?" He was surprised. Such words didn't seem to be something Yuan Qingling could say.

"The belief in being born as a human being will not allow evil to rampantly rampantly and rage the world. Marquis Hui Ding harmed many women. He is the representative of evil." Yuan Qingling said it was very kind and righteous, but these words were not for Yu Wenhao to listen to, but for Yu Wenhao to pass on them to the emperor.

"Say something normal." Yuwen Hao knew her and frowned.

Yuan Qingling's eyes turned cold, "Avenge, he almost insulted me, and wanted to kill me. If I don't take this revenge, I, Yuan Qingling, can't swallow my anger, and I can't stand such a bitch and live well in this world."

Yuwenhao looked a little slow and said, "Even if I do what I said, he will not be able to jump around for long. I have already told Jingyan about this. He will hint to his father or two at the right time."

"No, prince, there is no need to hint. Since the emperor appointed you as the prefect of Jingzhao, he must have you done a decisive career. If you don't say it, just let... just silently tell me, the emperor will feel that you are timid and difficult to take on a great task."

Yuwenhao stared at her, "Who taught you these things?"

"What I think, what I think, so I say."

"Impossible, you're not so smart."

"This is a personal attack, and I advise the prince to be kind." Yuan Qing said Ling.

Yu Wenhao stretched out his hand and wanted to pat her head habitually, but he remembered that there was an injury on the back of her head, so the hand fell on her shoulder and "Eat."

Yuan Qingling said: "You have to agree to me first."

"Don't talk nonsense, eat!" He grabbed her wrist with one hand and pulled it over, "Give something with me."

"I've eaten it and have the soup."

"Then let me serve my meal."

"As for order!" Yuan Qingling rolled his eyes.

He seemed to be very hungry, and a meal was filled with wind and clouds, and he could eat no grain of rice.

"So hungry? Do you want someone to cook for you?" She remembered that he was very restrained in eating. Eating so crazy shows that he was so hungry.

"No need to wait for me to change my clothes. I will enter the palace to see the emperor."

Yuan Qingling jumped up and said happily: "Yes!"

The two went back to Xiaoyue Pavilion. Yuan Qingling opened the wardrobe and saw the clothes folded neatly. He turned around and asked him, "Which one should I wear?"

"Official uniform!" He said angrily.

"Oh!" She closed the closet, walked to the hanger and took off the official uniform she had taken off when she came back today, reached out and touched the exquisite embroidery. This was the symbol of power.

The purple robe is tied with a waist, and the gold and jade belts are aligned and separated up and down, with perfect proportions.

When I put on the official hat, I felt as if I had a sharp edge, and I became steady and steady.

Yuan Qingling served him for the first time. Although the work of serving people was very tedious, she was happy today.

His words couldn't help but become frivolous, "The prince is so beautiful."

"Get out!" He glared at her.

"Yes, I'll get out in a while." She said flatteringly, she couldn't offend the old man.

Yu Wenhao's eyebrows and smiled, and he glanced at Yuan Qingling with a slanted glance.

Yuan Qingling's heart jumped a little and stared at him in a daze.

"Is he crazy?" He didn't need her to serve her to change her boots, and sat down and put them on her own.

Yuan Qingling came to his senses, "No, I was thinking about how to lighten your scars."

"No, I'm not a woman." Yu Wenhao stood up, half a head taller than Yuan Qingling. Yuan Qingling felt that she should be about 1.65 meters tall. According to a 22-centimeter-long head, it was estimated that he should be about 1.85 meters tall, not more than 1.87 meters tall.

The height difference is a bit big, and there are no high heels here, so walking with him makes me look too short.

Alas, what's the height you're blind here? It's so fatal!

Watching Yu Wenhao go out, Yuan Qingling slowly paced back to the room. She thought about following her into the palace, but at this time she should be extremely scared, panicked, and injured, and had to rest in the mansion, so that she could be pitiful.

But my mind couldn't calm down. When I remembered the moment when I was just thrusting, it seemed that an electric current rushed from my toes to my forehead, and then to my limbs and bones.

This is illogical.

Yuwenhao is a scumbag. He always uses roughness and never kind tone. He can't be completely impressed by him because of his occasional kindness, and even ignores his past grudges.

Yuan Qingling, you can’t be so cheap, and you can’t give your true feelings at will.

She must have suffered from Stockholm syndrome. The most obvious condition is her sense of dependence and trust in the life that has hurt herself.

This is a disease and needs to be treated early.

The treatment method is to establish a positive attitude and not succumb to reality easily. Understand the perpetrator's weaknesses and wait for an opportunity to launch a self-defense counterattack and establish a system that restricts the perpetrator from doing evil.

After a moment of pride, she immediately became soft again. She didn't want to go against him at all. What should I do?
Chapter completed!