The years of chasing after the female official

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The affairs in the palace are busy, but Su Yu can still find time to chat with me every day.People in the world say that she is cruel, but in my opinion, that is not the case.

Take the appearance of peeling an apple in front of me now, which is very similar to the humble appearance when I was chasing after her back then.

"Do you know Mrs. Mei?" Seeing that I refused to talk to her, she took the initiative to tell me a story that interested me.

Mrs. Mei, who Jiang Yuan has been thinking about for decades, is my cheap mother.

From the day he picked me up, Jiang Yuan knew my identity, but he never reported it.It wasn't until I was critically ill that she approached the door of Hua's house.After dragging me for so many years, he even hid my personal jade pendant.

The jade pendant I mentioned earlier was pawned, and it was also a fake, but the jade pendant returned to me in the end.

I knew what Su Yu said when I met my cheap mother, but I just pretended not to know and never mentioned it in front of Jiang Yuan.

Although she didn't return me, she still treated me like a parent and child, and she didn't do anything bad to me.It's just a little bit poorer.

Seeing that he wouldn't move me, Su Yu got up and wanted to leave.

In fact, I don't know what I'm angry with these past few days. Seeing her leaving, I felt sad but didn't say a word.It seems that there is always an invisible thorn stuck in my heart, but it covers my eyes.

Seeing that I was not moving, she helped me tuck the quilt and closed the door for me before leaving.I just opened my eyes, took out the "Old Dream Collection", and read it over and over again.

There is no other reason, because the perspective of this book is from the Qing Dynasty, which is different from the past I know.Now that I see Su Yu, I understand the ingenuity in this book.

The old dream written in the book originated from a nightmare Su Yu had when he was young.

However, in the dream, a fairy appeared out of nowhere, and upon closer inspection, she realized that she was a little beggar.That was me, but I didn't appear out of thin air, but came from a hole, which made Su Yu laugh.She thought I would fly over the roof and walls, but who knew that I would go in and out of dog holes every day.

The script is very wonderful, and the story of the two of us is written vividly.Every time I look back, I feel that period of the past is vivid.

At the end of the story, when it was written about the heavy rain, the little beggar got a hundred taels of gold and rescued the protagonist from the brothel, and the two lived a shameless and rash life ever since.This is true for the second half of the book.

I love it.No, it won the hearts of the majority of women compatriots.

But now that I read it again, the second half of the book has been picked up by Su Yu.I swear in my heart that I wrote the article myself, but I don't want to share it with others.

Obviously living in the market, selling well.In my hand, it is still a bestseller.

I have been waiting for all these years, only waiting for a serious ending after the mess.I don't know if my body can last until then.

Or, pester Su Yu and ask her to write it to me as she did in the past tense.

For several days in a row, I looked at Su Yu a few more times. Seeing that my attitude had improved, she treated me several times better than my cheap father.

"Did you write the ending of "Old Dream Collection"?" I finally asked.

She paused with the hand holding the spoon, and her face darkened instantly: "Don't read the book in the future."

"Why?" I don't understand, this book is obviously written by her with real feelings, I can see Qingguan's affection for the little beggar from the lines, if she says she won't read it, does it mean that she doesn't like that little beggar?

"The second half of this book was not written by me." Su Yu gradually clenched his hand holding the spoon.

When she was poor, she wanted to sell this book to make some money, and also wanted me to understand that she didn't mean to blame me after reading this book.Later, when I got rich, I discovered that the second half of the book on the market had been added by someone, and it became the private collection of the woman's family.

Once suppressed by her power, she will receive as much as she sells.I thought it was all destroyed, but I didn't expect that I still have a copy here.Unique in the world.

"But I think it looks good." I couldn't help defending "Old Dream Collection".That is the only book in the world that tells the story of me and Su Yu.

Although the second half of this book is very dirty, it is also wonderful.

"If you want to read it, just read the first half." She held up a spoon and handed it to my lips, "As for the ending, don't you know everything about it?"

Qing Guan became a high-ranking official, and the little beggar became the prime minister's daughter. The two reunited ten years later.One is lying on a sickbed, and the other is holding a medicine bowl.Far in the sky, close in sight.

"Hua Jing, I will always be here from now on." She said.

Her eyes are full of stars, and I even see an infinite future in it.

"No matter what method is used, I will ask someone to heal you."

I am running out of time.At most another year and a half.

After delaying for so many years, being able to see her is already a blessing, how dare I ask for anything else.

I know what she said.I'm just afraid, I'm afraid that if the relationship between the two becomes deep, she will be heartbroken when they leave.

As long as one person suffers the pain, there is no need to involve another person.If you want to leave, you can't take her with you.

I can't leave a mark on her for the rest of my life.

Chapter 6

"Hua Jing, I'll always be here from now on." I've said that to Su Yu before.

"Su Yu, from now on, I will always be with you."

Her hand holding the tea was a little stiff, and she smiled and nodded my nose, as if she was laughing at me for telling a fantasy.