Quickly wear female supporting roles: Little drama queens need to experience life

Qi Mo had a long, long dream, and it seemed as if he had really experienced his whole life.

He was like a wandering soul, frowning as he watched "Qi Mo" in the dream go through his cruel, bloodthirsty, and insensitive life.

In his dream, he was angry, sad, and unwilling...

He didn't believe that was his life. It was so devastated that he didn't even have a trace of tenderness...

That was what the puppet "praised for ink", not what he prayed for.

Because there is no An'an in "Qi Mo", there is no An'an in his dream.

His peace...is his salvation...

When he was a slave in the prime minister's palace, he had seen her many times in the dark.

But every time he saw her smiling face, he wished he could drag her to hell too.

Why?Why is it that I have been bullied so much in this house, but she is still so clean and carefree?

Just because I'm a wild dog that no one wants...

Maybe they are right, I was not born to embrace the sunshine...

You already knew that, didn’t you?But why are there still expectations...

He knew that he shouldn't have such ill will towards that person, she had obviously helped him.

But he couldn't help but hate this world and everyone in this world from the bottom of his heart.

In his dream, he felt heart palpitating as he watched Qi Mo's experience, which was exactly the same as the first half of his life.

The only difference is that there is An An in his life. From then on, his black and white world has a bright color.

On the day when the Prime Minister's Mansion was supposed to be massacred with blood, he saw her frightened eyes out of the corner of his eye. For some reason, he, who had always been indifferent to life and death, felt panic in his heart.

Before he could recover, the sword in his hand had already been shot out.

He was puzzled, what happened to him?He couldn't do it, so that day he had her taken back to prison and locked up, but her brown eyes always appeared in front of his eyes, and the last thing was left unsolved.

He imprisoned the prime minister and his wife together.

On the way back to the palace, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. The Prime Minister had collaborated with the enemy and treason, which was an unpardonable crime. Everything he had planned was disrupted by his sudden emotion.

She was just a woman, and he was unwilling to be influenced by his emotions. When he returned to the palace, he quickly went to the cell to punish her, but in the end he was so frightened that she fainted, and he suddenly felt that frightening feeling of panic again.

Something's wrong!Everything is wrong!It must be an illusion!He had never felt so out of control when seeing her before!

He carried her back to Linglong Pavilion, which was the place where his mother was placed when she was pregnant with him, and it was also the farthest place from him.

She was incredibly light in his arms, and the wounds on her face were an eyesore, but they still couldn't stop her stunning beauty.

It was as if he had just realized how lovely she looked.

No wonder Prime Minister Shi would protect her at the top of his heart and would not hesitate to do things like collaborating with the enemy and treason for her, even though he had not yet started to take any action.

He thought that if it were him, he would also want to keep her at the forefront of his heart...

He realized something was wrong inside him, and his breathing began to become disordered. Before he returned to Moyun Palace, he began to fall ill.

He couldn't help but pay attention to her.

……

In the end, I allowed myself to fall into this strange feeling.

He finally woke up when "Qi Mo" was destroyed and died.

He closed his eyes and calmed down his inner uneasiness on the bed.

It's just a dream. He will not live his cold life like the person in the dream.

He has An An, he has his An An, and he still wants to witness the years with An An.

Although he didn't know why, after he woke up, An An's attitude towards him changed. She became more dependent on him and got closer to him. She would act coquettishly towards him and look up at him with bright eyes. He even felt that An An seemed to like him too. ,love him……

He really wished they could stay like this, he loved it.

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"Liu Xin, do you think what I made is okay?" Shi Nian'an held a plate of freshly made snacks and looked at Liu Xin nervously.

I'm afraid she won't say it well.

Seeing this, Liu Xin smiled fondly as before, "My queen, what you have done must be good. Your Majesty will definitely like it."

"Really?" She was still a little nervous, because she could tell that the pastry she made looked a little twisted, but it still tasted good.

After Liu Xin's repeated affirmative answers, Shi Nian'an finally happily took Yunli to the imperial study room.

After Qi Mo woke up a few days ago, snow began to fall in the capital, and it was now very cold.

Even though Shi Nianan was wrapped tightly, he was still shocked by the cold wind hitting his face.

Shi Nian'an rode the chariot to the bottom of the imperial study and walked towards the door on the white snow.

The little eunuch in front of the door saw it from a distance and quickly went in to report. As soon as Shi Nianan came to the door, he was welcomed in by Eunuch Li.

After entering the house, Shi Nian'an felt warmer and walked inside carrying the food box.

Qi Mo frowned and was reviewing memorials. There were several thick layers piled up in front of the table. She felt upset just looking at them.

Qi Mo heard the noise and looked up. When he saw her, his cold expression softened instantly. He closed the memorial and stood up to hug her.

Shi Nian'an blocked it with a food box.

She had just come in from outside and her body was still a little cold.

Qi Mo didn't care, he took away the food box and sat down with her in his arms. Shi Nian sat in his arms, and Qi Mo's faint ambergris enveloped her, full of masculine scent.

She was a little nervous and thought about it.

"An'an, there are so many memorials, I'm so tired, just let me hug you!" Qi Mo's chin touched her shoulder, his voice was low and tired.

She relented and immediately let him hold her obediently.

When Qi Mo saw this, he chuckled, which was very tempting.

When Shi Nian'an heard this, his face flushed with a blush, as Qi Mo was used to doing.

Qi Mo fell into a coma and left a lot of things unfinished, and now she was so busy that she could only vaguely feel him getting into her bed and hugging her to sleep all day and night.

If she didn't come today, she would definitely not be able to see him until night again.

After being busy for a few days, I had lost some weight after sleeping for many days, and now I am even thinner.

Shi Nian'an quickly opened the food box and took out the plate of twisted pastries.

"Your Majesty, this is a cake made by me. Your Majesty, don't try it."

Seeing Qi Mo sipping a smile and staring at the pastry with raised eyebrows, Shi Nian'an felt a little embarrassed and hesitated: "Your Majesty, although this pastry doesn't look good, it's still quite delicious."

After saying that, she picked up a piece and ate it, blinked at him, and her eyes seemed to say, look: it's really not bad.

Qi Mo's deep eyes stared at her bulging cheeks, his Adam's apple slid up and down involuntarily, and he raised his hand to wipe away the white flakes on her mouth.

Then she picked up a piece of pastry and ate it under her expectant eyes.

He couldn't recognize what the pastry was, but he thought it was delicious, slightly sweet but not greasy, with a glutinous texture.

This was the second time he had eaten pastry. His mother had given him a piece before, but it was too sweet. This was the second time, but it was unexpectedly to his liking.

He picked up another piece. It was a bit ugly, but he couldn't resist the fact that An An had made it for him personally, and it was so delicious.

When Shi Nian'an saw Qi Mo eating several pieces of food to save face, he smiled with crooked eyebrows and felt a little happy.

It's true that she made it specially according to his taste.