[Wu Zetian colleagues] Wu Lingchun

The night is deep.

Wan'er sat on the couch, unable to sleep.

This is a bedroom in the side hall of Zichen Hall, which is usually used for the maids on duty to rest.

Now that Wan'er is resting here, no maid would dare to disturb her.

Without being disturbed by others, can you finally get a few hours of silence alone?

Wan'er was upset.

More than a hundred meters away from here is the empress dowager's bedroom, and it is also the place where Wan'er's heart cares.

She was the one who insisted on leaving there, and she was the one who couldn't let go of it——

Wan'er felt that she must have a disease called "Secondary Second".

At her current age, in the world she traveled to in her previous life, isn't she just at the age of high school and self-righteous?

So, today's incident, is it true that she suffered from the second illness?

Wan'er asked herself.

There is no answer.

In her mind, the images of Wu Zhao almost falling into a horse pit during the day are all entangled.

Wan'er was angry with Wu Zhao for not telling her anything.

That person, she is self righteous!

Otherwise what?

More than self-righteous?

She had planned the whole plan clearly, she had planned everyone including Wan'er into it!

Today's ending was planned by her long ago.

For this ending, she would rather use herself as bait!

Wan'er's chest hurts.

She knew she shouldn't doubt it, but after going through those events during the day, Wan'er couldn't help doubting: What kind of existence is she in Wu Zhao's heart?

Could it be that, in that person's heart, she, like everyone else, is the one in Wu Zhao's hand...

Wan'er's lips were pursed white, and in the room without any candles, the bleak moonlight penetrated through the window lattice, reflecting her face pale.

She didn't want to mention that word, the word that meant being used.

Even just thinking about it.

Previously, when they confessed their feelings to each other, they agreed that they didn't care about the past, and only hoped that the two of them would be together in the future.

Wan'er began to feel unsure, what does "being together well" mean to Wu Zhao?

Maybe……

There is another voice in Wan'er's heart trying to defend Wu Zhao and this relationship——

Maybe, that person didn't inform her of her plan in advance, just because she was afraid that she would worry?

If you love someone wholeheartedly, you only want her to be carefree, instead of letting her worry about herself all the time, isn't it?

and then?

Wan'er asked the voice in her heart.

When all the dust has settled, Wu Zhao only needs to hold the fruit of the harvest in front of her eyes——

On the one hand, she won Wan'er's heart, and on the other hand, Wu Zhao's own plan was realized. Up to now, Wan'er didn't know how much the plan would affect.

That sounds, really, really good!

The corner of Wan'er's lips curled into a sarcastic arc, and she sneered.

Therefore, she just needs to obediently hide under Wu Zhao's protection and wait for Wu Zhao to deal with everything, even if she pays a small price, such as using her body as bait, such as hurting a leg, such a small price.

In the world, how many women are longing for such love and lover?

She charged forward for you, just to win your heart and satisfy your little vanity.

She has arranged everything for you, you just need to enjoy it with peace of mind, and just call it her solid backing.

She has a strong heart, she possesses supreme power, she can kill her, she is beautiful and noble... And this kind of her belongs to you only!

Ah!What a love that couldn't be more beautiful!

All women in the world like it, why don't you like it?

Not only do you not like it, but you also seem to be hurting you by doing so. You are not in the blessing and do not know the blessing, so what is it?

Wan'er smiled wryly.

"Duk, duk, duk—"

The sound of pauses came to my ears very clearly in this quiet dark night.

Wan'er recovered from her depressed mood, and followed the prestige——

The door of the room was not closed, and the cold wind came in, blowing through Wan'er's body long ago.

She only felt the cold spring at this moment, and couldn't help shivering.

As if seeing her trembling in the dark, a familiar voice came from the direction of the door.

"Do you still think the fever was not severe last time?" The voice was cold and full of displeasure.

Wan'er already knew who it was, and moved into the bed in resistance.

A candle is lit—

Zhao Ying was holding a lantern in front to light the way, while Zhao Youfu stepped in quickly and lit a tallow candle that was used in Zichen Hall's bedroom.

Immediately, the small bedroom was illuminated like daytime.

On the couch covered with a thin quilt, a gorgeous brocade mattress was also spread out. It was thick and solid, and looked very soft, soft and comfortable.

Wan'er watched these series of changes with a sullen face, and her eyes fell on the brocade mattress.

Because of the bone-piercing cold, she stared at the brocade mattress with greedy eyes, but she stubbornly refused to lean over it.

"I'm not as good-looking as a mattress?" Wu Zhao stood on the ground and snorted coldly.

Wan'er had no choice but to look at her.

Wu Zhao was wearing a daily Yanju skirt and a fur cloak on the outside, and a big-haired cloak on top of the fur cloak.

She still stands there tall and straight, even in the small maid's bedroom, she is a unique existence.

The only difference is that she is holding a nanmu cane in her right hand to help her walk.

The "duk-duk" sound Wan'er heard before was the result of this crutch hitting the ground.

This place is obviously not the place where the empress dowager should come.

Wan'er knew very well that Wu Zhao had already made an exception for herself.

In fact, this person has made an exception for himself too many times... Wan'er's heart felt sore and soft.

"Greetings to the queen mother! The queen mother is safe!" Wan'er knelt down on the couch and saluted.

Wu Zhao frowned and stared at her prostrating figure, with anger in his eyes, but he still endured it.

"You still remember that I am the queen mother!" She snorted again, and sat down beside Wan'er's couch.

When she approached with a cane, Wan'er's body was faster than her thoughts, and she instinctively moved forward, just like she had experienced countless times, wanting to help her.

Wan'er finally bit her lip, held back, and silently clenched her fists.

Zhao Ying hurriedly stepped forward to help, but Wu Zhao waved him away, making both him and Zhao Youfu retreat.

Zhao Ying then led Zhao Youfu out and closed the door behind him.

He was afraid that the two would have any further quarrels, so he guarded the door just in case.

When Wan'er saw Wu Zhao wave Zhao Ying back, her heart sank.

Wu Zhao has a stubborn temper, and the more ill he is, the more he refuses to show his weakness.

What's more, she did this in a sense of arrogance that even Wan'er didn't come to help her, so what's the use of asking others to help her.

Such a stubborn and proud person has repeatedly lowered his figure for himself. If this is not caring from the bottom of his heart, what is it?

Wan'er sighed faintly.

Sometimes, she would have a sudden feeling that she might really not be blessed to enjoy the love from Wu Zhao.

That sigh, Wan'er thought it was silent, but she didn't expect that Wu Zhao had already heard it.

"Why are you sighing? Huh?" Wu Zhao looked at Wan'er.

Wan'er bit her lip and remained silent.

"You left me for a few hours, and you left as soon as you said, and you sighed at me, huh?" Wu Zhao said at the end, with a hint of accusation.

Wan'er was speechless.

Wu Zhao had already twisted his body and sat cross-legged on the brocade mattress.

"Come here!" She gently patted the softness under her hands, calling Wan'er.

Wan'er frowned and glanced at her, lowered her eyes, and the frown deepened.

"I make you so annoying? Would you rather hide away and refuse to say a word to me?" Wu Zhao questioned.

Wan'er knew that Wu Zhao was arbitrarily and self-righteous in this matter, but when it came to seriousness, if she said she couldn't find any faults, she couldn't.

At least, out of emotion and reason, he refuses to say anything, refuses to listen to Wu Zhao's explanation, and just walks away for several hours, which is really unreasonable.

Seeing that Wan'er was still stubborn, Wu Zhao's suppressed anger also burned up.

"You would rather suffer from the wind and cold here. Are you planning to freeze half to death again, and then let me watch you with my eyes closed for seventeen hours, so that you can feel better?" Wu Zhao raised her voice.

Wan'er looked up in astonishment, and met Wu Zhao's red eyes.

She had hardly seen such an expression on Wu Zhao's face before, and she was immediately taken aback.

"I thought at the time that you were going to die..." Wu Zhao took a sharp breath as if his chest was suddenly blocked.

"Are you planning to let me go through it again?" Wu Zhao sneered.

Wan'er felt sore in her heart, feeling uncomfortable.

What happened during those seventeen hours, she never mentioned to Wu Zhao again.

Wan'er is worried that Wu Zhao will get to the bottom of it. Wu Zhao is so smart, what if he realizes that his background is unusual from his few words?

How would she treat herself?

Will she feel like a monster?Do you feel terrible?

Wan'er didn't dare to make such a temptation.

Because it was never mentioned again, and Wan'er never thought about what kind of torture and pain Wu Zhao experienced in his heart during those seventeen hours.

It turned out that not only would he be in pain for her, but she would also be in pain for himself?

It was the first time Wan'er had such feelings.

It turns out that once you care about someone, even the fabulous Wu Zetian will have the same feelings as ordinary people...

Wan'er was startled by this thought: she is the one who made the mythical Wu Zetian have the same feelings as ordinary people, that person.

The ice cube in Wan'er's heart is rapidly cracking and melting.

She heard her silent sigh, and finally rubbed against the edge of the brocade mattress.

Then he exclaimed, and was pulled into his arms by Wu Zhao forcefully.

What fell into it was still the familiar embrace; the surrounding was still the familiar atmosphere.

Like a lost child who finally found his way home, Wan'er's nasal cavity was sour, her throat was tight, and she wanted to cry.

Wu Zhao imprisoned her body with one hand, preventing her from escaping. With the other hand, she tore off the cloak from her body and wrapped it around Wan'er.

"Is it cold?" Wu Zhao said, kissing Wan'er's face lightly.

Nature is cold to the touch.

Before Wan'er could answer, Wu Zhao's expression darkened, and he hugged Wan'er even tighter.

"If you dare to die, I will never let you go!" Wu Zhao warned fiercely, but the kissing movements were unusually gentle.

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Wan'er: Who can understand the pain of falling in love with a boss?