He never played his cards properly, and on the night he told me to get out of the way, he had my father-in-law announce that I was coming to serve him.
In the dark night, the sparse stars lazily shone, not even the moon could be seen. Only an insolent wind was blowing in their ears.
He sat in the pavilion by the water, facing the wind. The wind grew more and more violent, but he just sat there, faintly circling around coldly and invisibly.
He lazily supported his forehead with one hand. Under the light of the lantern, he was extremely handsome. His pretty face had a hint of red on it. It seemed that he had drank quite a bit.
He looked at me and said, "Do you only know how to stand?"
I walked over with my head bowed. There was a green jade jug on the table, and an empty cup. I poured a glass of wine and respectfully handed it to him with both hands.
He glanced at me with a strange, half-laughing look that made my scalp tingle.
He took the wine and poured a cup at my face. Icy cold liquid flowed down my face and carried a faint aroma of wine with it.
He looked at me with distaste. "Are all your family dead? Pull down your face so that This Emperor can see your expression. "
Endure, I said, will wholeheartedly serve him, no matter how picky he is, is his own promised bitter fruit, I am a family without a family, these pain, ah, passed ah.
He tried to smile at him with the corner of his mouth. He didn't even bother to wipe the wine off his face as he bent down to pour another cup of wine and offer it to him with both hands.
This time he just looked at me and smiled again.
He took the cup from me and said, "Are you trying to drink to me? Who told you to fill your glass. " He raised his hand, and this time the liquid poured over my head.
However, I still raised my head to smile at him and weakly said, "This servant doesn't dare. This servant will fall again."
He was really going to do this to me, so that he could have an answer in his heart, which was that I was really giving in and doing what I had said.
When I brought him the wine, there was a certain coldness in his eyes that made my feet tremble a little. He poured the first cup on my face, and the second one on my head. The discontent was gone, but he still stared at me as if I were his enemy.
This time, he didn't accept again, but said, "I'll give you a goblet of wine."
The result of admitting defeat was precisely this. What she begged him for, no matter if it was bitter or sweet, he had to hold his nose and drink it.
A fire burned in his stomach, but he still had to maintain a conflicted smile on his face.
He blinked and asked me like a studious teenager, "Is it good?"
"Alright." A single word escaped his throat.
Can I not say? Do I dare say so? A glass of wine would not be devoid of manners.
He then picked up the jade pot and said, "Even if it's delicious, I'll give you some of it and open my mouth for you."
It was still burning, and when he opened his mouth to say something, he poured it in, took a few gulps, and choked me so hard that I coughed and pushed him away from the water.
"Do you still like it?" he asked cheerfully.
This time, I didn't dare to say it again. I looked at him pitifully and shook my head.
This kind of service was simply torture.
He put away his cheerful smile and indifferently said, "I hate hypocritical people the most."
Yes, I'm a hypocrite, but you didn't force me to do this. However, how could these words come out? Everyone in the palace lives within hypocrisy. I am a clown, he is the one who pulls the strings. The promises I made could only be manipulated by him.
Looking at the cold water shining down from the lamp, the water light blended into a single color, yet a chill suddenly arose. Ling Ling's body felt extremely comfortable under the cold wind, and the weak tears were not suitable for the current me.
He pulled on my hand and held my face towards him, saying in a low voice, "Yun Zhiqiu, I don't want your hypocrisy. It's best for you to go now, since all of this belongs to me.
A hand jabbed hard at my heart, and there was a chill in his eyes that didn't allow me to retreat.
"Someone, take her to wash up."
He went out first, his clothes fluttering in the wind. How could he be the same noble and noble young emperor? But, he was a demon.
Two palace maids were supporting me as I followed behind him. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be surrounded by the thick smell of alcohol. Sometimes, I would rather not feel anything.
In the dark night, the sparse stars lazily shone, not even the moon could be seen. Only an insolent wind was blowing in their ears.
He sat in the pavilion by the water, facing the wind. The wind grew more and more violent, but he just sat there, faintly circling around coldly and invisibly.
He lazily supported his forehead with one hand. Under the light of the lantern, he was extremely handsome. His pretty face had a hint of red on it. It seemed that he had drank quite a bit.
He looked at me and said, "Do you only know how to stand?"
I walked over with my head bowed. There was a green jade jug on the table, and an empty cup. I poured a glass of wine and respectfully handed it to him with both hands.
He glanced at me with a strange, half-laughing look that made my scalp tingle.
He took the wine and poured a cup at my face. Icy cold liquid flowed down my face and carried a faint aroma of wine with it.
He looked at me with distaste. "Are all your family dead? Pull down your face so that This Emperor can see your expression. "
Endure, I said, will wholeheartedly serve him, no matter how picky he is, is his own promised bitter fruit, I am a family without a family, these pain, ah, passed ah.
He tried to smile at him with the corner of his mouth. He didn't even bother to wipe the wine off his face as he bent down to pour another cup of wine and offer it to him with both hands.
This time he just looked at me and smiled again.
He took the cup from me and said, "Are you trying to drink to me? Who told you to fill your glass. " He raised his hand, and this time the liquid poured over my head.
However, I still raised my head to smile at him and weakly said, "This servant doesn't dare. This servant will fall again."
He was really going to do this to me, so that he could have an answer in his heart, which was that I was really giving in and doing what I had said.
When I brought him the wine, there was a certain coldness in his eyes that made my feet tremble a little. He poured the first cup on my face, and the second one on my head. The discontent was gone, but he still stared at me as if I were his enemy.
This time, he didn't accept again, but said, "I'll give you a goblet of wine."
The result of admitting defeat was precisely this. What she begged him for, no matter if it was bitter or sweet, he had to hold his nose and drink it.
A fire burned in his stomach, but he still had to maintain a conflicted smile on his face.
He blinked and asked me like a studious teenager, "Is it good?"
"Alright." A single word escaped his throat.
Can I not say? Do I dare say so? A glass of wine would not be devoid of manners.
He then picked up the jade pot and said, "Even if it's delicious, I'll give you some of it and open my mouth for you."
It was still burning, and when he opened his mouth to say something, he poured it in, took a few gulps, and choked me so hard that I coughed and pushed him away from the water.
"Do you still like it?" he asked cheerfully.
This time, I didn't dare to say it again. I looked at him pitifully and shook my head.
This kind of service was simply torture.
He put away his cheerful smile and indifferently said, "I hate hypocritical people the most."
Yes, I'm a hypocrite, but you didn't force me to do this. However, how could these words come out? Everyone in the palace lives within hypocrisy. I am a clown, he is the one who pulls the strings. The promises I made could only be manipulated by him.
Looking at the cold water shining down from the lamp, the water light blended into a single color, yet a chill suddenly arose. Ling Ling's body felt extremely comfortable under the cold wind, and the weak tears were not suitable for the current me.
He pulled on my hand and held my face towards him, saying in a low voice, "Yun Zhiqiu, I don't want your hypocrisy. It's best for you to go now, since all of this belongs to me.
A hand jabbed hard at my heart, and there was a chill in his eyes that didn't allow me to retreat.
"Someone, take her to wash up."
He went out first, his clothes fluttering in the wind. How could he be the same noble and noble young emperor? But, he was a demon.
Two palace maids were supporting me as I followed behind him. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be surrounded by the thick smell of alcohol. Sometimes, I would rather not feel anything.
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