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So fierce, he really did come here to cause me trouble, otherwise how could he easily come here?

I'm not scared either. A feeling of happiness rose in my heart. I stared at his dark face and didn't say anything. He squeezed my face hard. "Speak, did you get bitten by a cat on the tongue?"

Pretending to be stupid, he said, "Your majesty, what do you want this servant to say? This servant doesn't know what to ask of the emperor? "

"Still playing dumb?" You woman. " He was so angry that he pushed me to the ground, my ankle throbbing with pain.

"Light the lamp." he shouted.

I quickly got up from the wetland and lit a candle. In the dim light of the candle, I could still see something wet and heavy. I gritted my teeth and felt the pain of my ankle being twisted.

"What is this?" Pointing at the wetness on the pillow, he shouted coldly and angrily, "Don't tell me you wiped this off yourself, do you think I'm an idiot playing around? Only someone like you has done chores?

I sighed softly. What was he angry about? It wasn't like I was going to do this. It wouldn't stop the rain from falling.

He stood up angrily, displeased with everything, and kicked the bucket to the ground. He kicked it a few more times without resentment, and the pain made his face scrunch up again. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare.

What sort of anger was this? He was originally already wet, but now that he had poured a whole room full of water, he became even more unbearable to look at. He went to the clothes closet and threw the suitcase on the floor. The clothes were all thin, and he slipped on them, skidded, and some of the silk ones slipped. He stumbled and almost fell.

Enough smash, enough fall, almost enough out of him, he glowered at me: "You stubborn." Annoyed, he flung the door open and went out. He kicked his foot again and heard him gasp. He then shouted angrily, "Eunuch Zhang, come here and help me to return to the palace."

He felt like he had lost a ton of fire. Sigh, his clothes were all wet. It seemed like he would have to hug himself tight for the night.

I tidy up a mess of ground, he dropped the cup of water on the floor, a mess of clothes.

Actually, I know why he's venting his anger like this. He knows the condition of the old wooden house here, right? It's raining heavily outside, but it's raining lightly inside the house.

I would not beg him, and he would wait for me to beg him, and he would be generous enough to give me another place to live, winter clothes, and other necessities.

But I don't want to ask, a lot of things have already been exchanged for me, I don't want to really have nothing. I begged him to give me these things, I had to live on his person, I was very reluctant to do so, I had hands, as long as I was not lazy, I could still live.

I stuck to a corner of my heart, still living with my old self.

There was a heart-wrenching pain between his ankles. Sitting in the only chair, he gently rubbed his ankles, while also somewhat mocking himself for being so pretentious. Even he had promised to only have him in his heart. If he could give himself a good life, why did he have to live in such a miserable manner?

It's okay, Yun Zhiqiu, it's been raining for three days already, can't you come out after stopping the rain? Laughing lightly in the face of all the predicament, it is better than sad thinking, but tonight the cold wind everywhere, I do not have hot tea listening to night.

After rubbing for a while, he saw a light coming from the gap in the door. Then, an eunuch called out from the outside, "His Majesty, Xuan Yun, Zhiqiu, has arrived at Zhenghua Palace to serve you."

It was that expressionless face of Eunuch Yang again, it must have been him venting his anger, but he still couldn't let me go.

As he followed them, his heart was filled with mixed feelings. Was he really just reluctant to part with them? Even after so many days had passed, he still thought about it. Was I worth it for him to do this to me?

When we arrived at Zhenghua Palace, the palace maid took me to bathe and change my clothes before returning to the dorm. This place was no longer unfamiliar to me. He sat in the big chair and read a book without even looking at me.

He didn't even dare to stand, much less sit down. He bit his lips and whispered, "Your majesty …"

"You can speak to me after you have thought of what to say. I don't want to hear useless nonsense." He interrupted me coldly, flipping through the book so quickly that he must still be full of anger.