C21

Since the girl had been taken more and more seriously by the others, Eleven had split a bit of her rations between her and her lover. A few nights ago, she had stolen charcoal from her 'dormitory' and allowed her husband to sleep soundly.

Although the next day, Yi saw that there was a bruise on Eleven's arm, he didn't say anything, and she didn't ask.

"Ah, this winter is really long, miss. When will our spring arrive?" When the woman finished eating, Eleven leaned against the window and sighed hopelessly.

The woman looked at her, blinked, then looked away again. "I'll find a way to let you out," she said.

When she said this, she was surprisingly serious.

She considered herself a person with no ambition and was content to live her life lazily, but in this life, she did not want to involve anyone, did not want to embarrass anyone, such as Eleven.

Unfortunately, her heartfelt and heartfelt words were exchanged for the disdainful whites of her eyes.

"Miss, as long as you can take care of yourself, I will be the Amitabha. In comparison, I am already much luckier than the Lady. "Miss might be born into a wealthy family, but she's ugly, silly, and unwelcome. Although I don't have a good background, I'm still pretty, smart, and smart. So, you should think about it too much for yourself."

The mouth of Eleven was still unforgiving.

Her lover was still smiling good-naturedly as she casually picked up the map she had drawn earlier. On the pure white Xuan paper, there was the same magnificent silhouette. It was Pei Ruochen with her excellent facial features and extremely warm temperament.

"He hasn't been here in a long time." Yi Ren sighed in regret. Her bright and clear eyes also dimmed for a moment.

Eleven saw her and wanted to retort, but after seeing her like this, he felt sympathy for her and said after a pause, "Miss, I've asked about this young master Pei's background."

"Oh." Her lover only replied indifferently. He was not wild with joy.

Eleven is a little surprised, and his passion is poured cold water over his head.

She did not know that, to her, she liked Pei Ruochen. She only liked his appearance, his voice, his gentleness and elegance, but she did not care about his birth, nor did she urgently want to know about it.

However, in the middle of his words, he still had to continue. Eleven pouted and continued angrily, "This servant had gone through a lot of trouble to find out that this young master Pei was the only son of Prime Minister Pei Linfu. He was also a trusted aide of Doctor Silverlight and the Emperor. The current dynasty is famous! "

"Oh." Her lover was still just a response. Her attention was already attracted by the beautiful young man in the painting.

Eleven is so angry he wants to pinch her neck. He raised his hand.

She came to the door of her lover's house and happened to see a strange scene through the window.

XI grabbed her by the neck and shook her vigorously. Her face was ferocious, comparable to a wild beast.

He was about to break out of the window and rescue the princess, but he was stopped by He Lan Xue's hand. He heard He Lan Xue lightly say, "Don't use common sense to infer that they are master and servant."

As soon as he finished speaking, Eleven lets go of his wife. She pant heavily, then tightens her collar and slowly says, "Young man, don't worry about what you say."

After that, without caring about Eleven's exasperated expression, he leisurely picked up the Xuan paper that was pushed to the ground by Eleven and started examining his work again.

He Lan Xue took a step forward and stood outside the house. She was able to clearly see the contents of the Xuan paper.

The slender eyes narrowed slightly, then turned into an indescribable rage.

Although he had ignored her for a long time, and had almost forgotten the existence of his wife, and was no longer angry at her, he still thought of her the moment he saw her name.

He wanted to know if she was really enjoying being ignored like she said.

Curiosity was aroused, and so, braving such a snowy day, he walked from the front hall to the forgotten corner.

As for her, she was actually thinking about other men!

The more He Lan Xue thought about it, the more angry she became. Stretching out her arm, she pushed away the hand of the guard holding the umbrella and angrily pushed open the door. With the smell of wind and snow, she walked in.

At the same time, the person inside the house yawned.

When he opened his eyes after yawning, he saw He Lan Xue's extremely beautiful face close by.

"Huh?" She blinked, obviously not used to the new arrival.

Eleven was also surprised and then happy, but before he could say anything, He Lan Xue made a hand gesture and told her to go out.

"Why are you here?" Her lover did not have the awareness of being able to see the light of day. She was just a little bit surprised.

It was like lifting the bed and finding a flea on it.

He Lan Xue realized that she had reneged on her promise. Last time, she said that she would never come again. She didn't expect that she would live a good life here. Instead, she just eagerly ran over.

"This King has come just to inform you of something." He Lan Xue quickly changed the topic to hide her annoyance. "Your sister has entered the palace."

"Elin." Her lover was not surprised. She had always felt that Irene would definitely enter the palace.

The world's top beauty contestant.

"On account of the deep affection you sisters have for each other, this prince has already made an invitation to the emperor to allow you to enter the palace tomorrow to meet Imperial Consort Lin." Seeing that she didn't have the slightest expression of being touched, He Lan Xue couldn't help but feel the same depressed feeling as Eleven. She coughed and added.

"Ah, you want to enter the palace …" Not only was she not happy, she was embarrassed, "Isn't that troublesome?"

It was fine to leave her cold in the snow and ice, but trouble …

She hated trouble and couldn't wait to sit on her bed and do all the things she needed to do every day.

He Lan Xue looked at her embarrassed face and was amazed.

Could it be that he was too lazy to care about sisters?

He did not know that whether it was his lover while he was alive, or this fake lover, he did not have the slightest bit of sisterhood with Elin, the eldest miss.

"..." "Yes, let's go." Hesitating for a long time, Houlan Xue raised her head and looked at He Lan Xue's obscure gaze. After a moment, she still agreed.

That tone seemed to be out of respect for He Lan Xue. Thus, He Lan Xue owed her a huge favor.

Resisting his temper, he put his hand on the stack of papers and slowly sat down across from her.

"Is there anything else?" Seeing that he had no intention to leave after finishing his sentence, the woman asked again.

"Are you urging This King to leave?" he asked in a low voice.

His hand gently grasped the paper, and before his wife could reply, he had already raised the draft paper and asked calmly, "I wonder if wangfei can tell me who's drawn on this paper?"

Before waiting for his wife's reply, he had already lifted up the draft paper and calmly asked, "I wonder if wangfei can tell me who's drawn on this paper?"

The woman looked at him and asked, a little hurt, "Am I that bad at painting?"

She had always been very confident in her sketches, even He Lan Xue didn't recognize the person inside.

He Lan Xue felt a sense of helplessness.

"You draw very much like …" She paused for a moment to tell the truth, but when she first saw the painting of her lover, she was still taken aback. The painting of her lover was very different from what it was today, it was very detailed and realistic, and even the expression on her face was vividly depicted — but the surprise was immediately overtaken by jealousy, and she did not want to ask why she was painting such a painting. She only said angrily, "But why do you paint other men!"

The prince was very angry, and the consequences would be severe.

However, she was completely oblivious to it. She answered with the same honesty, "Because Pei Ruochen looks very solid, and is really very suitable for painting. The effect of the drawing is also very good. "

"..." Why hasn't the wangfei never thought of drawing this duke? " He Lan Xue replied.

"What does the prince look like …" Iren held his chin and observed for a while. He then answered, "Your highness is actually not bad. It is just that the gods are more powerful than the gods. If you are not careful, you will become soft and seductive. It is hard to write down."

The implication was that he was becoming more feminine.

He Lan Xue pressed her fingers together. The manuscript in her hand turned into powder in a flash. It hurt to look at it.

The only thing she cared about in this world was her own work. In any case, she was an incongruous artist. There was always a little bit of honor in her.

"Say, this prince is so girly …" The corner of She Lan Xue's lips curved up, revealing a vague smile. "Then let my beloved concubine see what it means to be weak …"

After saying this, he did not wait for his wife to react and had already reached out to pick her up before striding towards the bed.

Hailey's mind went blank for a few seconds. When she was thrown onto the bed, she tentatively said, "It's very cold to sleep here. The blanket is very thin, and there's no coal fire. Your Highness should just go back to sleep, Eil-"

He Lan Xue's pupils constricted. She looked at her lover that was still trying to send him away, and she became even more furious.

Honestly speaking, what he was doing now definitely had nothing to do with desire. It was just that it was very unbalanced and rather unbalanced.

It wasn't that there weren't any women who left his residence, but none of them were willing to go out. Even if they were lying beside someone else, the one they pretended to be in their hearts was him. Only she had never placed him in her eyes since the day of their marriage.

He could not tolerate neglect.

Her body pressed down. Her arms had been in vain against his chest, continuing to resist, but when she completely suppressed it. But she gave up.

He Lan Xue froze for a moment. Then, she smiled with disdain. "Compromise so soon?" Could it be that he was playing a game to capture the enemy?

— A brilliant player.

Her lover had indeed given up resisting, but it was not what He Lan Xue thought. Her body had gone limp, and she still refused when she wanted to welcome him. Instead …

Her hands moved from his chest to his waist, and then she clasped his arms and legs, hugging him as tightly as she had held the big stuffed dog.

It was because — He Lan Xue's body was really warm, and her lover had been cold for too long. Now, even if a moth flew into a flame, she couldn't let go of this human heater.