[Quick Transmigration] Twelve Beauties

"I... don't want to give it to someone I don't love."

She turned her face away.

It turned out that since she was sent back to Mingshui because of her father's crime, she had never slept with Zhao Mingcheng... because, after that, she no longer loved her.If you don't love it, how can you do that kind of thing?

Looking at her stubborn and serious face, I suddenly sympathized with Zhao Mingcheng.It turned out that she had been unwilling all these years.For a person like her, if she doesn't want to, it's like saying "I don't love" clearly.I finally understood why Zhao Mingcheng would argue with her so much when he was drunk, and finally understood Zhao Mingcheng's determination to become a generation of everyone that his wife admires.

"He really loves you, right?"

I say.

After all, in ancient society, it must be love deeper than sea water that can tolerate a wife to such an extent?

"But, what's the use? He's not the husband I want after all." Qingzhao sighed and said with a wry smile, "Besides, look at this clay doll, it's his ultimatum to me. He wants a child. I'm afraid, if I don't want to give it, I will let other women give it."

"Then... what are you going to do?"

Although the answer was obvious, I couldn't resist asking.

"What else can I do, let her do it." She put down the clay doll and looked into the distance, "He is accompanied by a beautiful woman, and I am accompanied by poetry, which is actually quite good."

I'm speechless.

In the end, for her happiness, she tentatively asked: "Don't tell me, you really don't want to try? Maybe, you can fall in love with him again?"

"No." She shook her head, "I've already tried. But, he's really not the man I want. I think what I need is a bloody man, one who can protect me, who can stand on top of the sky and keep his feet on the ground." , a good man who supports the world. He is very good, but he is not what I want."

I fell silent.

Actually, I understand her.

For Zhao Mingcheng, my evaluation is the same: he is very good, but he may not be suitable for Li Qingzhao.

To put it mildly: Even I am much more suitable for Qingzhao than him.At least, at the critical moment, I can risk everything for Qingzhao, and I have the ability to solve it.

The words have come to this point, there is no need to persuade.

That night, I was invited to stay in Qingzhao's room.

"Our sisters haven't been together for a long time, and I want to sleep with you again and talk." She said.

But that night, she didn't speak, but from holding my hand to hugging me.

I don't know if she did it on purpose or not, but I was nervous myself.

Frankly speaking, except for the first time Gillian, I have never been so nervous.Gillian is because it is my first contact with women.As for Qingzhao, it was because in my heart she was a noble person in the world, such a noble and pure woman, I even thought she had no human emotions.

However, how can those who can write those poems that have been handed down through the ages have no human emotions?

I'm afraid, it's more delicate than other people's emotions, right?

I also remembered that when I met Li Qingzhao for the first time, her phrase "The Moon Moves the Flower Shadow" came from her very daughter-like lyrics:

Embroidered Furong smiled.Leaning ducks lined with fragrant gills.Eye movements are guessed.

On the one hand, the style is deep and rhyme, and on the other hand, it is full of love and hatred.The moon moves and the flower shadow makes an appointment again.

How can a woman who can write such poems not understand love in the world?

Zhao Mingcheng, Zhao Mingcheng, what you missed was the true love in the world...

Zhao Mingcheng probably didn't know my feelings for her wife, and even regarded me as a bosom sister, wanting me to persuade her to turn back.

I am also very contradictory, although I have that kind of heart for her, but for the sake of her life, I think I should still be their glue.

"What happened to that clay doll?"

As a bosom sister adhesive, I think it is necessary for me to know everything.

He was taken aback, and smiled randomly: "Mud doll, it's because my mother was in a hurry, and Qingzhao had a lump in her heart, so I gave her this to express my heart and make her feel at ease."

"Oh? What's your intention?" I vaguely guessed that his intention might not be as clear as I thought.

Sure enough, he smiled and explained to me: "Look, clay dolls are made of mud mixed with water. I, Zhao Mingcheng, are like that mud, and she, Li Qingzhao, is like that clear water. After so many years, husband and wife have kneaded together for a long time. , there is me in you, and you in me. How can secular things be separated?"

I'm at a loss for words.

Well, I think I should tell Li Qingzhao about this.

However, the little selfishness in my heart is at work.A voice kept telling me in my ear: Don't tell her, don't tell her...

In the end, selfishness got the better of me and I said nothing.

Just let Li Qingzhao follow the example of other women and take concubines for Zhao Mingcheng.She didn't know these things at first, but in order to repay Zhao Mingcheng's half-life love for her, she still tried her best to learn how to choose and arrange, and finally, she brought a nice girl into the house.

In ancient times, the main wife originally had the right to take concubines for her husband.

It's just that most men happily call "a good wife" when they see their wives taking concubines for them, but Zhao Mingcheng seems to have seen a ghost.

That day, his eyes were scary.

Staring at Li Qingzhao: "Do you really want me to marry someone else?"

Li Qingzhao nodded: "The Li family is incompetent and has no descendants, you cannot have children."

She just sat in the hall like that, like a viburnum high above, untouchable.In the eyes, there is no love.

"it is good!"

Zhao Mingcheng gritted his teeth and came out.

Since then, Li Qingzhao has more reasons not to have sex with Zhao Mingcheng.

It's just that Zhao Mingcheng didn't ask for anything anymore. At first I thought she was sleeping in the new wife's room, but who knew that he was actually sleeping in the study room all night, and I heard that he was writing his "Golden Stone Record".

It is said that he will record all the gold, stone and antiques he has seen in his life in a book.

Of course, Qingzhao didn't know these things, and she was busy writing her book too.

Ever since she gave her husband a concubine that day, she seemed to feel that she had accomplished a major event, and then she handed over the house to the new wife to manage, and went to her room to write a book by herself.I don't mind the mutual checks and balances of wives and concubines.

I smiled and shook my head, this Qingzhao is already in her thirties, but she still looks like a child, not caring at all.

Of course, it's a good thing that she doesn't care much about these worldly things, so she can write such otherworldly and refined poems.

This time, she said that she would write an article, which was devoted to Ci, called "Ci Lun".She said that poetry is poetry, words are words, there is a fundamental difference, and they should not be confused.She wants to write an article to define this clearly.

I was originally a half-baked college student in the 21st century. I hadn’t heard Ci Theory yet, so I found it fresh, so I supported her writing.

It's just that I was thinking: When will the relationship between their husband and wife be like this, be the end?

Probably, Zhao Mingcheng also felt that such a day was boring, so he went to Laizhou as an errand according to the imperial decree.

"Take your new wife away too. It's good to have someone to take care of you on the way."

Li Qingzhao said thoughtfully.

Zhao Mingcheng looked at her for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay."