Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

After hesitating, she finally nodded happily.

Seeing that she was at ease, Nan Puyue also felt relieved, without showing too much expression on her face, she just said lightly: "We will get married at the end of next month, and the king of Japan cannot be by your side all the time, so You must be more careful, if it is not possible, this king will send some guards to protect you."

She was so caring, she couldn't help but moved her heart, her heart was cold and desperate, but at this time a little heat was rekindled, so she had a sore nose, waved her hand and said: "No need, my lord's kindness, Xiao Qiao appreciates it, but That person is extremely cunning, and it is very difficult to guard against, not to mention that now that he knows that I am pregnant, I believe he will never come to pester me again."

Hearing that what she said made some sense, he didn't persuade her anymore: "If that's the case, then it's up to you."

……

The cold wind blows my bones, and the severe frost cuts my muscles. As soon as Nan Puyue was sent away, Zhuge Yi was recruited at nightfall.

Since what happened last night, Zhuge Yi has already become wary of her. He, who was always worried, finally rushed over when it was dark. Of course, he came here this time for no other reason. Negotiate with her calmly, ask her clearly, if you love, please cherish, if you don't love, please give up.

The moonlight was dim and the weather was cold. Zhuge Yi was walking alone on the road. He could clearly feel a small gust of wind blowing from the southwest. The sky was gray and the temperature suddenly warmed up... It seems that it will snow again tomorrow.

At this moment, Zhou Qiao is sitting on the sable fur soft couch embroidering female red, stitch by stitch, all revealing a trace of seriousness and proficiency.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, she was startled, and thought: Who will it be at this time?

Thinking about the impossibility of the thief coming again, it is very likely that it is the mother or the father. Thinking of this, he put down what he was doing and asked, "Who is outside the door?"

A young and calm male voice sounded: "It's me, Zhuge Yi."

In other words, he came here this time in an aboveboard manner, neither climbing the roof nor eavesdropping on the walls, compared to before, he was a little less frivolous and mischievous when he met Nan Puyue.

Knowing that it was him, although Zhou Qiao was surprised, she got up and opened the door for him.

"It's so late, is something wrong, sir?"

He glanced at the courtyard. After all, it was night. It is not good for lonely men and widows to be seen by others. After scanning for a week, he saw that there was no one else in the courtyard, so he slowly said, "If Miss Zhou doesn't mind, can we go in and talk slowly?" .”

Zhou Qiao understood him somewhat, knew that he was upright and not a fool, so he paused for a moment and then nodded, "Of course."

Please enter the room. On a pear wood carving table in the bedroom, a half-embroidered white brocade handkerchief is very conspicuously placed. Zhuge Yi walked up to it and took a closer look: Shili Pinghu is covered with frost, every inch of blue silk Worrying about Hua Nian; looking at each other in the shape of the moon, only envious of mandarin ducks but not immortals.

It turned out that the embroidery was mandarin ducks.

He secretly smiled bitterly, wondering if it was for Nan Puyue.

At this time, the totem, which was obviously very delicate, seemed unexpectedly dazzling to him.

"My lord, sit down." Zhou Qiao said with a smile while bringing him tea, and then inadvertently took the unfinished brocade handkerchief aside.

Taking a sip of tea, he asked with a faint smile, "But it was embroidered for King Ling'an?"

The words that seem to be careless are actually extremely caring.

Zhou Qiao was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he was just asking casually, and didn't think too much about it, so she replied with a smile that had nothing to hide: "Of course, I'm just doing embroidery when I have nothing to do. Not good, let adults laugh."

But he didn't think it was funny at all, and felt sad, forced a smile on his face and said: "The embroidery is very good, I think he will like it."

Zhou Qiao smiled and said nothing, feeling noncommittal.

Don't talk about the goodness of the embroidery, just talk about his heart, Zhuge Yi has no confidence to ask what he wants to ask next. Compared with a gentle and generous woman with both talents and virtues, he seems to have lost, but since he is here, why? But he left without any results, this is not his style of handling things at all, he has to ask the truth even if the result of the question will only make him bruised and bruised, he doesn't care.

After thinking about his words, Zhuge Yi looked at her seriously, and asked tentatively, "Do you love him?"

Obviously, the question was a bit abrupt, and she couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then she lowered her head in embarrassment: "Why did your lord suddenly ask this?" I'm afraid that even if he doesn't like it, anyone would be ashamed to be asked by him like this. .

Knowing that he asked a bit abruptly, Zhuge Yi coughed and said: "Don't be shy, I have no other intentions, just asking casually, I hope you can tell me frankly."

love?Zhou Qiao bit her lower lip tightly, feeling a strange feeling in her heart. Before, she would definitely say without hesitation: Of course, I love him, and I have loved him for five years.However, now I am hesitant. Thinking about the feelings I had for him in those years, I suddenly became confused. That kind of feeling is clear but not sure. I like it, so why do I have doubts?Can't help but annoy myself for having such a reaction.

That's right, she doesn't know the reason now, and by the time she finds out, it will be too late.

"I..." Thinking that it might be because of the stimulation and fright that caused me to be resistant to talking about love, I quickly summoned up my courage and said, "Of course! Xiao Qiao's love for him is incredible. Learn." After finishing speaking, I became more uncertain, and I began to look away from him, so I couldn't help but start to despise myself again.

"Why do you love him?" Zhuge Yi didn't give up, insisting on asking why.

With this question, Zhou Qiao was immediately at a loss, and looked at him very strangely, wondering what is the use of his asking these things?Just as I was about to speak out my incomprehension, a feeling of nausea came up, and I covered my mouth and vomited...

This retching caught Zhuge Yi by surprise. He had never encountered such a situation before, so he immediately took out a handkerchief and handed it over without thinking.

Obviously, this time he was at a loss.

She took the handkerchief, and wiped her mouth habitually regardless of whether there was a corner of her mouth. Then she casually looked, and saw the word "Yue" clearly embroidered on the white handkerchief!Stop for a moment!

At this time, Zhuge Yi asked concerned: "But did you eat something bad?" At the same moment, Zhuge Yi suddenly remembered that he had already replaced this handkerchief with the one that Nan Puyue tied his wound in Luoyang , realizing that her complexion was not right, Zhuge Yi took it from her hand with some embarrassment, and did not forget to hide it, "Hehe, look at my memory, this is the last time King Ling'an and I were working together. Yes, I wanted to return it to him, but I never had a chance."

I don't know if she believes it or not, but I have said what I should have said anyway, if it makes her worry about it, there is nothing I can do about it, I can only blame myself for being careless, or to put it another way, blame him for being too infatuated.