An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 396 In the end, I still can't help it (2)

In my heart, I asked myself uneasily, do I really not love Wu Dalang?Is the person I like really Wu Erlang?
I am at a loss.I feel that I am very contradictory. Emotionally, I have been confused and swinging from side to side. I don't know what I really want.When facing Wu Erlang, I only pretended to be him in my heart, forgetting the existence of Wu Dalang.But when I faced Wu Dalang, I was not sure. I liked Wu Erlang, not Wu Dalang—because I was facing Wu Dalang, and I saw the affection in Wu Dalang's eyes, and the sadness in his affection, I don't know why, but my heart feels vaguely sad.

It feels like, I, I seem to care about Wu Dalang a lot, but, but... I don't know, at this moment, I like Wu Dalang more or Wu Erlang more.

I do not know.

I really don't know.

After returning from Xichi Nanyuan, I also saw Wu Erlang several times.Wu Erlang can't enter the harem casually, but he can go to Changle Palace to visit the Queen Mother.The Empress Dowager was not in good health during this period, and often suffered from minor illnesses. There was a side door in Changle Palace, and Wu Erlang and Wu Sanlang often went to visit the Empress Dowager.

When there were outsiders in front of me, Wu Erlang was polite and polite to me, and called me respectfully: "Ms. Concubine Shu." When no one was around, Wu Erlang was much more ambiguous to me, lowered his head, and hummed in a low voice: "I Love you, love you, like a mouse loves rice!"

My face suddenly turned red.

Lian Chunmei also noticed the abnormality, she asked me suspiciously: "Madam, what does it mean that mice love rice?"

I hesitated and said, "I, I don't know."

Although Chunmei was puzzled, she stopped asking.

On a sunny afternoon, I went to pay my respects to the Queen Mother again.But the Queen Mother was taking a nap and hadn't gotten up yet.I couldn't sit still, and it was hard to go back, so I walked around.Walking and walking, I came to the back garden.Although the back garden of Changle Palace is not as good as the imperial garden, it is beautifully built with beautiful scenery, small rockery, winding stream, exquisite pavilions, verdant garden, pink and cherry white, birds singing and flowers fragrant.

Then in the distance, I saw Wu Erlang, he was alone in a small pavilion.

I don't know why, but my heart suddenly became joyful, as light as water droplets in the sun.

(End of this chapter)