what is the extent of crossing

Qian Xiaoling propped her chin cross-legged, looked at the four people kneeling below and Shuishui flying around there, thinking it was fun, but his head was a bit big.

What is the situation? He has been in a daze since he woke up until now. He finally gained strength. Although he can only sit up, it is very happy for him. After all, no one would like to be in good health But like a paralyzed patient.

The man had already gone out, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the four people who had been kneeling because of the man's remorse.

"You guys better get up, I don't like people kneeling to me, as if I'm a dead person." Hearing the master said dead, Sifeng stood up quickly, and just after he finished speaking, he saw that he was already standing there Qian Xiaoling was taken aback for a moment and then was speechless for a while.

"Okay, you seem to know me, can you tell me something?" Qian Xiaoling asked, actually he thought it would be more correct to ask the man who rescued him, but for some reason he felt that if he asked, the man would be very sad He didn't know why he felt this way, but this feeling strongly suffocated him, so he didn't ask the man after waking up. After the man went out, he looked at the people in front of him, and he felt that she would ask no problem, so he asked

"The subordinates must say everything." The four of them said in unison, obviously their usual cooperation is not lacking.

"What is my relationship with him..." Qian Xiaoling thought for a while, and waved her back fingers in the air, but all four of them understood.

"..." It is impossible to say that they are not uncomfortable. What is their relationship with Qian Xiaoling?They are like brothers and friends, but even they feel heartbroken for the one in front of them, but they can think of that one, their king, knowing that their lover and companion who will accompany them for life can't remember how uncomfortable they feel.Wang is still the kind of person who burns his passion all over his body and protects and loves his partner once he is involved in a relationship. Think about whether he can bear that kind of pain if it is him.

"...is a lover or a partner."

"...Liar." Hearing this, Qian Xiaoling said in disbelief, but she was not surprised at what she said, on the contrary, she was a little worried.

"We are all men." In his mind, lovers should be a man and a woman. He didn't feel disgusted by the two men. Why?

"Yes, the master is the master's lover and partner, and they are already married. We have proof." Yuefeng remembered that when he was married to the master in Wang, Jingfeng had asked Jingfeng to draw a marriage picture, because he had heard I said that the master’s country will take pictures when they get married. It’s like a painting. They don’t understand, so they took a pair of them themselves. They originally planned to use it as a gift on the king’s birthday, but they didn’t expect to use it now. .

Looking at the painting scroll presented by Yuefeng with both hands, Qian Xiaoling felt her heart beating non-stop. After she opened it, her eyes widened unbelievably. There were only two people inside, one tall and one short, both wearing red court clothes , the tall one looked down slightly at the short one, the doting tenderness in those eyes seemed to overflow like a flood, and the short one looked up at the tall one at the same time, the happiness on his face was beyond the imagination of a painter It came out, I think the two are really partners, and I believe they are lovers.

Qian Xiaoling stared blankly at a mirror on the locker. Her pale face, colorless lips, and terrifying right cheek were nothing like the two people in the painting, but she said in her heart that this was not her. His true face, the person in the painting is himself.The other person is his lover, who...

He only felt a headache, and his eyes darkened. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his body fell forward inertially out of control. Amidst the sound of approaching, he smelled a very familiar smell, a smell of peace and contentment.