Princess Jian Guo gl

After dinner, I sent Fu Ling's maid to the palace to help me get the court clothes for tomorrow's court. By the way, I told the palace people that I was resting in Fu Mansion tonight, and it was too late. As long as the chief palace officials and eunuchs know about it.

The maid took the order and left.

Fu Ling lay on the rocking chair and looked at me repeatedly instructing the maid, with silly joy.

I glanced at her, pushed another rocking chair to her side, lay down on it too, wobbled and said, "Why are you smirking."

General Fu refused to admit it: "Where did I smirk."

I tugged at the corner of her mouth: "You're just smirking here."

Fu Ling took my hand and pressed it on her face: "I didn't smile."

"You just laughed."

Fu Ling was silly: "Okay, I laughed."

I also smirked, shaking the chair, I said, I am not afraid of how much I shake it, isn't it very powerful.

Fu Ling let go of my hand, leaned back on the chair back hard, the rocking chair shook violently, bigger than mine, Fu Ling proudly said: "I am stronger."

So we started rocking the chairs one after the other.

I said we look like two retarded people.

She said like.

I said is it still shaking?

She said it was still shaking.

Then we keep shaking.

It wasn't until the end that I was so dizzy that I stopped.

"I'm dizzy." Fu Ling said.

My eyes were also dizzy, and I said what to do.

She hugged me in a circle and dragged me to the bed step by step: "This way I won't be dizzy."

I said oh, so you no longer feel dizzy when you hug me, it seems that I have lost my charm.

She laughed again, pressed my head against her chest, and said with a low smile, "Listen."

I close my eyes and listen.

There was a chaotic but powerful heartbeat in her chest.

I laughed, my Ling sweetness really tickles people's hearts.

I said, "I'm actually very special."

She pinched my face: "What's so special about you?"

I wrapped my arms around her waist, picked her up suddenly, and said in a circle, "Look, if you look at the entire Nan Dynasty, who can hold you up."

She was taken aback, and then laughed again, with a dimple on her cheek: "Nan Qingliu, are you saying I'm fat or are you saying you're strong?"

I put her on the bed and rubbed against her: "I mean, I'm so lucky. In the entire Nan Dynasty, I'm the only one who can hug you like this."

She said well, me too.

"You are also you, what are you too?" I looked at her a little funny.

Her handsome eyes closed gently, and she pressed my head onto her arm, embracing me sideways: "It's everything."

I also closed my eyes, there was a pleasant sandalwood fragrance on her body, this fragrance was not strong, but it always surrounded me, every moment and every inch by her side, I felt extremely at ease.

I'm fast asleep.

But she suddenly turned over and shook me awake: "Nan Qingliu!"

"Ok?"

Fu Ling looked at me seriously: "Otherwise we will find a quiet place in the future and build a wooden house to live in, just the two of us."

I squinted at her: "Is Fu dissatisfied?"

She said ah: "Then the three of us."

I sat up, crossed my legs and asked her, "Who cooks?"

Fu Ling said: "Me."

"Who does the laundry?"

Fu Ling said: "Me."

"Who makes money?"

Fu Ling still said: "Me."

I laughed: "You have done it all, what should I do?"

My Ling pulled off the blanket and covered her face, only revealing one eye to secretly look at me, no matter how low her voice was, I could hear her shyness.

She said, "Nan Qingliu, warm your bed."

I was just about to say that I can actually warm the bed right now, for several hours, but then I thought about her injuries... Damn it, why is it that when I think about warming the bed, she is so wounded that she can't die? ?

Speaking of injuries, I suddenly remembered the wrong things I did before, and I climbed to her side and unbuttoned her.

Fu Ling was a little surprised, but she didn't stop me. Seeing that I was clumsy and unable to unbutton for a long time, she sighed helplessly, unbuttoned her own button with one hand, and stretched out her hand to unbutton mine.

"I didn't think about that!" I quickly explained.

"Oh." Fu Ling pouted resentfully, then spread her hands, as if letting me be slaughtered.

I really want to strip myself naked, huh.

I took off her white tunic, and her shoulder blades were covered with a thick layer of gauze, with some blood stains oozing from the gauze.

"Why are you still bleeding?" I was shocked.

"Oh." She looked calm, still staring at me for a moment, "It's okay."

I felt distressed and said: "How can it be all right, it hurts to death?"

"It's just a little pain, it's okay." She rubbed my hair.

I looked along her shoulder blades, and there was a long and narrow light brown mark on her snow-white collarbone.

The scene of me raising the iron hook to penetrate her collarbone that day kept reappearing in my mind, and her painful groans at that time even echoed in my ears over and over again.

She followed my gaze, paused for a moment, immediately closed her skirt, and said softly, "It's okay."

I don't know if her saying it's okay refers to the injury this time or my evil deeds at that time, but no matter which time, the pain that penetrates deep into the flesh and blood, how can it be okay.

She held my hand: "It's all over."

"Fu Ling," I said softly, "do you hate me?"

Her eyebrows trembled slightly.

After a while, he said softly: "Aya died tragically, why don't I hate it?"

Hate me, why do you treat me so well?

"Nan Qingliu, people are selfish, they only think about themselves all the time." She closed her eyes, her voice was low and peaceful, "Aya died at that time, I wish I could kill you."

Although I had already guessed the answer, but it was still so sad to hear it from her mouth.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

With Fu Ling's temperament, the words Wang Quanjun can't hold her down. I killed her best friend, and she should have come to me desperately.

"Because people are really selfish." She said softly.

"Over the years, I have asked myself many times. If I do it all over again, will I die for her? The answer is always no. Nan Qingliu, do you know why?"

I didn't speak, and she didn't seem ready to listen to my answer.

She went on to say: "When I die, I will never see you again."

She said again: "I asked myself again, if I did it all over again, would I kill you to avenge Aya?"

She smiled wryly: "Still not. Even if Aya dies, I can grit my teeth and survive. But you can't."

I asked her: "If I die, can't you survive?"

My Ling looked at me deeply: "Nan Qingliu, I never dared to think of you dying. Even if it was just a thought, I couldn't accept it. If I had to choose, then, between Aya and you, I would choose You. Between the king and you, I choose you. Between my father's family and you, I choose you. Between the so-called righteousness, loyalty and filial piety in the world, I still choose you. Ah Liu, I don't have such a big heart, no With such boldness, I’m actually very selfish.”

In this world, if there is Nanqingliu, she has Fuling.

Nanqing is gone, and Fu Ling is by no means alone.