Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 479 – Talking About Lovesickness

"No love and no hate."

Zhao Qingmei spoke calmly, and looked at Zhong Liyin calmly, purely with the eyes of a friend.

"Remember that scar on my face?"

She stretched out her fingertips, gently stroking the hideous scar on her cheek with some sadness.

"I will never forget it in this life! It was four years ago when you were hunting in the royal hunting ground in autumn. You were injured by a black bear in order to save me."

Zhong Liyin still had lingering fears when he thought of the thrilling scene. If Zhao Qingmei hadn't stood in front of him that day, then this terrifying scar would have scratched his cheek.

"No, you have already forgotten everything! I will never forget the expression on your face when the gauze was removed."

"Your eyes are filled with the word disgust, you look at the scars I left for you, your eyes are full of disgust, I can bear your unreasonable troubles, your arrogance and arrogance, even you turn a blind eye to everything I have done , but the look in your eyes is still like a nightmare when I think of that day, and when I think of it, it makes me feel like a stick in my throat."

"I wasn't going to attend the hunt that day, but Zhong Liyao used you as bait to lure me into a trap step by step. I think you know something about it, right? It's just that in your heart, I was the one you were anxious about. The burden that you want to get rid of, so you just turn one eye and close one eye, and cooperate with her performance."

Zhong Liyin lowered his eyes, yes, he did hear that day, when the imperial sister was hunting, she wanted to slap Zhao Qingmei who disagreed with her political views. As a prince that day, he should not have participated in the hunting, but Instigated several times by Huang Jie, she went to the hunting ground in disguise.

Zhao Qingmei chuckled, and said with some self-deprecation: "Even so, I still haven't given up on you, the two of us will always only work hard where you can see, yes, where you can see... quite It's ridiculous, I, Zhao Qingmei, lost because I didn't have a good skin."

"Without this scar, my appearance would only be considered average, and I would still not be worthy of you."

While she was eating the food that Sikong Que carefully prepared for her, she was quietly talking about the past, her tone was too calm, as if she was telling someone else's story, with the mentality of a spectator.

"Baili Si is very beautiful, and I am very jealous. I hate her aggressive beauty, and I hate your eyes following her every frown and smile forever. I thought about killing her, but I think you will feel sad because of it. Choose to make myself sad, where you can't see it."

"I know you like to eat sour jujube cake, you like to drink warm Maojian with a little honey, you like crimson clothes, when you play the piano, you always like to pluck the strings with your right hand first, you like when the rain is pouring, Wandering in the bamboo forest with an oil-paper umbrella listening to the rain."

"Oh, but what's the use of knowing? You still don't love me, do you?"

"I thought I would torture each other with you for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect God to show mercy and send him to my side. I am very grateful."

"Your Highness, I once loved you, I loved you very much, I really wanted to grow old with you, but I loved you with my life, but in the end you only wanted my life."

"I didn't kill Bailisi, she jumped off the cliff by herself. I can't explain it a hundred times, but you never believed a word. Did you feel that I was wronged for a moment?"

Zhao Qingmei looked at Zhong Liyin sharply, and he looked away guiltily under her gaze.

"It doesn't matter. People all over the world misunderstand me, but it is enough for him to believe in me."

Thinking of Sikong Que, her originally dim and lost eyes lit up with clusters of starlight, sweeping away the gloom, and even her tone became much gentler, that was tenderness that Zhong Liyin had never seen before.

"In the past, you always shouted that you liked listening to me play the harp, but today I will play a song for you, okay?"

Zhong Liyin couldn't help interrupting her fluttering emotions. Zhong Liyin's harp was carved from red jade, and the strings were made of ice silk as tough as a rock. The sound she played was ethereal and melodious. Zhao Qingmei was lucky enough to hide on the wall to eavesdrop After a few times, I still can't forget it.

But he always made her feel uneasy when he was courteous for nothing, just when she opened her mouth to refuse, suddenly there was a burst of graceful music like a jingle like a spring, she hadn't heard this kind of fairy music in the world for many years, she opened her mouth, and immediately sat down quietly, Listening to this movement for the first and last time.

In Xiyuan, Sikong Que stood in the courtyard, watching a cold moon hanging high on the southeast branch, a faint sound of harps came into the eardrums, the music sounded like complaints, tears, complaints, endless lovesickness ,full of pathos.

"Zhao Yu, bring out my Fusiqin, I want to play the piano!"

Zhao Qingmei was squinting her eyes contentedly, listening to the intoxicating sound of the harp, when suddenly there was a burst of chilling zither sounds in her ears, she couldn't help frowning, and after hearing the harp sounds clearly, she suddenly opened her eyes , the sound of the piano seems to be filled with endless anger, this is the anger of overturning the vinegar jar.

"Well, if His Highness has nothing to do, I would like to leave first."

Zhong Liyin hangs down his hand plucking the strings weakly, and wants to keep her, but he is as proud as him, but love is hard to say in his heart. This kind of favor obtained by begging is sadder than dying alone, sad, pitiful.
"Um"

He agreed unwillingly, Zhao Qingmei saw this, so she got up in a hurry, and hurried to Xiyuan to calm down the overwhelming anger.

"Light brow!!"

Zhong Liyin tugged at her sleeve violently, he had already made up his mind, since he loves her, it doesn't matter if he abandons his dignity and begs her to stay.

"What's the matter, Your Highness?"

Zhao Qingmei pulled his arm away from Zhong Liyin's without a trace.

"How about staying tonight? To make up for the wedding night in your and my bridal chamber, and give me another chance, okay?"

"Don't worry, if you don't want to, you can simply sleep together, I swear that I will never cross the threshold!"

"Your Highness, you should sober up!"

Just now Zhong Liyin drank a few cups at the dinner table, and could smell the lingering smell of alcohol when he got close. Seeing the mist in his eyes, she hesitated and wanted to keep a distance from him.

"No, I'm not drunk, I love you, Zhao Qingmei! It's a pity, I understand a little late, I don't want to miss you, give me another chance, I will be your husband."

"Your Highness, you are really drunk!"

Zhao Qingmei shook off Zhong Liyin's hand sullenly, and hurriedly left Dongyuan without looking back. She was very flustered, because the sound of the piano in Xiyuan gradually turned from jealousy at the beginning to mournful sobs. It is a lonely croon, from the sound of the piano, one can feel the loss and despair of the piano player, he is sad, and she is very distressed
"boom!!"

After a loud bang, the gate of Xiyuan was kicked to pieces by Zhao Qingmei. She rushed straight into the room. At this time, the bedroom was as dark as ink. It seems that he must have misunderstood that she was staying in Dongyuan, so there was no light on. Stay for her, and even lock the courtyard door.

(End of this chapter)