Chapter 417: You still haven't learned

I looked at him without speaking.
"Still, you talk to you, and you have nothing to say?"
After hearing his words, I stood up and knelt down towards him, and said, "The housewife meets the emperor, and my emperor live forever."
After that, he froze his head.
Pei Yuanzhang sat there, squinting his eyes slightly, watching me scratching his head and then standing up. After a while, he lowered his voice slowly and said, "He understands you. With the emperor, you have this sentence Words; follow me, you have nothing to say, do you? "
I lowered my head without speaking.
He looked at me, and after a while, said, "Do you still hate me?"
"Dare."
"Don't dare?" He slowly stood up and walked in front of me. Although I didn't dare to look up, I could feel his eyes staring at me intently, the kind of concentration was a little shocking, and he His breathing, heavy and long, was blowing on my face, as if a hand was brushing: "Is it really dare? Or not?"
"...!"
Although he was scared, but I was not too surprised, he was still able to see the deepest part of the human heart like the past, and in front of him everything seemed to be nothing.
At this time, I simply let go and slowly looked up at him: "No."
He seemed surprised when he heard these two words.
After a shock, he calmed down. His dark eyes seemed to flicker with uncertain light because of the swaying candlelight. After looking at me for a long time, he slowly extended his hand, and the palm was exuding hot temperatures. To my face.
As soon as I felt his temperature on the cold cheek, my whole body seemed to be pierced by a needle, and I took a step back, avoiding his touch.
His hands froze there.
"The emperor forgive me."
The hand stopped in the air, I do n’t know if it was too cold, or for some other reason, the fingers were shaking slightly, and even the joints were whitish. After a while, he slowly said: "You still hate me ? "
"..."
"Hate me when you put you in jail? Or hate me regardless of your life or death, or--" He glanced at me with a strange flash in his eyes: "Are you still jealous of her?"
She-of course Nangong Lizhu.
It turned out that he thought I was jealous of Nangong Lizhu.
Thinking of this, I do n’t know how funny it is, but of course my face wo n’t really laugh. I lowered my head and said gently,
The mistress was born in this world. Why is it jealous? "
After saying this, the room was quiet all of a sudden, even the wind was gone, and his breathing was so clear, so heavy it sounded in the ear, a volt together, as if suppressing something.
In fact, the fingers I hid in my sleeve shivered more than he did.
It ’s deceptive not to be afraid. I was scared from the moment he appeared. He was so afraid that he could n’t even breathe. He was afraid that every heartbeat was painful. Tortured me into jail or tortured Liu San'er madly, but the more I got so scared.
His moodiness is never predictable. I don't even know what secret surge is hidden behind his calmness, so I have to be careful about every sentence, because I don't know which sentence and which word will anger him.
And I can't afford to lose now.
Then he suddenly smiled.
As if a ray of sunlight suddenly dropped on the ice, the coldness disappeared, and his cold and sour face also increased in temperature, and he sat back, pointing at the opposite chair and saying to me, "Sit."
I sat down obediently.
"It's a 'no one loses me, and I never lose one'." He said, looking up at me: "I just didn't expect that you actually married a fisherman. At first I thought, you said It's just a joke. "
Finally, we still have to talk about it.
My face changed slightly, and I couldn't help but remember what I said to Yuer that night before leaving the palace, but a joke, but I didn't expect that it would become a proverb.
And he still remembers it to this day.
I looked at him with trembling.
"Is he good to you?"
"……it is good."
"How good?"
"Very ..." I thought about it and said, "Very good."
"So you like him a lot."
"..." I glanced at him and didn't dare to speak.
He raised the wine glass and smelled it under the nose. Perhaps because of the fragrance of the wine, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised, revealing a radian that seemed to be a smile, and said, "Not only you, in fact, even Luan likes him very much. Rare He is such a motivated person, and it is not the answer to the problem, but he still has a bit of brain. Unfortunately, he doesn't read many books, otherwise, there is something to do. "
I was very careful about what he said before, but this exit was really unexpected. I looked up at him suddenly, and saw him smiling lightly, without a cold attitude and a playful expression. Speaking of which, I also heard Liu San'er say that they can talk to each other, and he never exaggerated a person like this.
Thinking of this, my heart relaxed a little: "The Emperor Xie praised."
"Is it because of him?"
This sentence came suddenly, and the expression on my face froze suddenly. He looked up suddenly. Pei Yuanzhang had finished drinking a glass of wine, held the glass in his hand, looked at me, and slowly said, "It's because of him. , Do you even hate it anymore? "
Suddenly my heart became tense again.
I don't know why he asked it this way, but it involved Liu Saner. Every sentence must be answered very carefully. I hurriedly said, "No."
"Oh? Not because of him? Why is that?"
"..."
"When did you even hate it anymore?"
When did it start ...
When……
I do n’t know why, when I heard this sentence, I was a little bit embarrassed. The past flowed like a tide. I watched myself standing on the bow of the boat, just like I do now, looking at him. But the mood is different.
I said softly, "When jumping from a civilian woman off a boat."
He was startled, as if shocked, and opened his eyes wide open at me.
"At that time, the mistress had figured it out."
"What did you figure out?"
Recalling that time, I stood at the bow of the ship and showed him the quietest smile. At that time, I said gently: "Everyone has his own shackles. Maybe it is nothing to ask for, maybe it is love. And no. No matter how much power a person has, noble status, and meticulous thoughts, he is just a poor person in front of feelings. "
At that time, when I watched him release Nangong Lizhu, everything was clear.
He didn't even want to hurt her a little, no prisoner, no imprisonment, no way to convince her, or even forced to stay, just because that person was Nangong Lizhu, so he let her go and let her go back to her loved one, Such a feeling can only be understood by those who have given their heart.
He is just a poor man.
It ’s the same with me, with Nangong Lizhu, and even with Pei Yuanchen. No one can retreat in front of feelings, scars, tears, or tears. What I want is to stay beside the one I love. Nothing more.
Since then, I no longer hate it.
No longer hate him for slapping me for Nangong Lizhu, no longer hate him for putting me in jail, or even hate torture that made me die, because I can see everything and understand everything.
At this time, I looked up at Pei Yuanzhang, but found that his face was filled with an almost irresistible anger, his eyes were red with blood, and he stared at the wine glass in his hand as if to look at the wine glass. Make a hole.
Perhaps, he thought of Nangong Lizhu again.
That woman, after all, was a gap in his heart that couldn't make up for it, an eternal injury.
At this time, I didn't dare to speak again, I could only sit quietly, but he slowly moved his gaze to my face, for some reason, maybe it was because his eyes were red and staring at people felt like It was a dormant beast that was going to devour people, and even the voice of speaking carried a strange husky, as if suppressing something severely.
"So, are you going to talk to him?"
"..."
"is it?"
"..."
I gritted my teeth, after all, stood up and knelt down at him: "Please the Emperor!"
I know very well that if he wants to do anything to me and Liu San'er, it's just a sentence. He doesn't have to pay any price at all, he can let me, let any life he wants to punish be worse than death. I have nothing to do with him. The bargaining chip, I just hope that he can give me a touch of compassion, a little compassion, and a way of life.
He looked at me silently, without the slightest expression on his face, and couldn't see what he was thinking, even a little light in those eyes had already been swallowed by darkness at this time.
He suddenly smiled: "Are you afraid? He will lock you up."
My face paled.
"No wonder you are scared. You are careful what you do now. Are you afraid that you will hurt you or that you will deal with him?"
I felt wrong when I heard this sentence, my heart burst suddenly, but the next moment, he said, "OK, you go."
what?
All of a sudden, I looked up at him, but when I saw him he didn't even look at me anymore, as if I was tired of something, I lowered my head and poured myself a drink, a glass, a drink, and kept on for a moment.
I gritted my teeth and scratched my head at him: "Thank Emperor Grace."
After speaking, he stood up and walked outside.
But just turning around, he heard his voice ring behind him--
"and many more!"
I was startled, and my breath was choked-what was he going to do? Is it still--
Looking back, he saw that the other wine glass on the table was already filled with wine. He looked at me and said slowly: "Come back and drink with this last glass. After drinking, I ... let you be free! "
My heart seemed to be suddenly choked again and jumped fiercely.
The last cup? Is it really the last cup?
After drinking this cup, did he really let go?
However, the anxiety in my heart is like the ink dripping on rice paper, and it expands little by little-I have not forgotten. At the beginning, he promised to let me out of the palace, and it was so calm, saying that he would let me go. but--
Maybe this is poisonous wine?
But what if not? What if he really just wants to let me go?
The heart beats once, the thought in my head flips once, and the fears come back and forth, hoping to endlessly cycle, almost driving people crazy. I bit my lower lip and walked over, took the cup, and looked at him again.
He was still sitting there, with long eyelashes covering his dark eyes, and below was a frozen lake, and no waves could be seen.
The last cup!
I lifted my neck and drank the glass of wine.
The spicy taste spread from the tip of the tongue to the throat, hot as if it was about to burn, and I was choked to a cough, but he burst out laughing: "Do you think you will poison you? ... you think you will Poison? No—I still ca n’t bear it, after all—

There is no poison in the wine.
My heart fell back into the distance, but looking at him laughing, but faintly uneasy, I worshiped him and said, "Farewell." After that, I hurriedly went out.
However, just as I walked to the door and was about to step out, a word came from behind him gritting his teeth, almost popping out of his teeth—
"Yue Qingying, you still haven't studied well."