My Empress is My Bad Girl

"Really?" Zhao Yuanjing was pleasantly surprised, "Are you jealous that night?"

"Nonsense." Yun Dai smiled.

"Since you are angry and jealous, just show it, don't hold it in your heart." Zhao Yuanjing complained, "I used to hear the father and the ministers complain, how jealous women are. When you come to you, I think, How hard it is to be jealous."

Yun Dai smiled and said, "Is the vinegar that Chen Xueyan and Lin Yueniang gave you before, isn't it enough?"

"Don't mention them."

"Okay, don't mention it."

Yun Dai thought, if she was really not jealous, she wouldn't be able to tell King Qin to burn Yichun Palace after drinking.

She admitted that she cared a little bit about Zhao Yuanjing.

But she wants to live a peaceful and peaceful life. I don't want to become a person who is suffering from gains and losses, and I don't want to complain about these things that I know cannot be changed.

She can't rely on Zhao Yuanjing too much, nor can she put too much affection on him.

In matters like feelings, if you pay too much and expect too much, you will eventually get even greater disappointment.

If you don't look forward to it, you won't be disappointed, and won't get hurt.

It is easier to satisfy.

Yun Dai clearly understands this, so she would rather calm her mind and let the flow go.

Zhao Yuanjing looked at her insightful eyes, but he always felt that he was far away from her.

"Why are you surprised? After leaving, the snow is getting bigger and bigger." Yun Dai walked forward.

He looked at her back and whispered to himself: "Dai'er, what should I do to truly walk into your heart?"

Yuzhu hurriedly chased him past him, screaming: "Lord, please slow down, it's snowing, be careful of slippery on the road! Don't walk so fast, wait for the slave to help you!"

...

Pingle Garden.

Adzuki beans stood at the door holding a bowl, looking sulking.

The scar on half of his face looked a little scary.

"Prince Lu, this is the East Palace, please leave!" Hong Dou looked at Zhao Yuanqi, her palms sweaty.

Seeing Zhao Yuanqi, she thought of that terrible little room.

That left a strong shadow on her.

"Azuki beans, I'm here, just to give you something." Zhao Yuanqi said, raising the thing in his hand, "This is a mask made by the most skillful craftsman in Kyoto. It is made of gold thread and is in the shape of petals. It just covers half of your scar. Staying on your face is as light as a feather, and you won't feel bored."

Hongdou looked at the delicate mask in his hand, shocked.

"Slaves don't need any masks!" she whispered.

"It took me a long time to design it, and it took a long time for the craftsman to make it. Don't you don't want it." Zhao Yuanqi stepped forward, "Come on, bring it to my king."

Hong Dou hurriedly backed away, with uncontrollable anger in her voice: "Lord Lu, you respect yourself, I really don't want this. My lord will be back soon, please leave!"

She waved off the mask.

Zhao Yuanqi suddenly became angry, grabbed her arm, and said coldly: "Don't be shameless if you don't know what to lift! This king looks at you, that's your blessing! Look at this half of your face, except for this king , Who else would want you?"

Hongdou's painful tears came out: "I don't want anyone to like, I won't marry. Lord Lu, please let me go!"

"No, this king just wants you." Zhao Yuanqi stretched out her hand to pinch her chin and forced her to turn her face, using only half of her flawless cheek to face herself, with infinite infatuation in her eyes, "What a beautiful face. Even if there is only half of it, this king wants it."