The princess wants to divorce

Chapter 50 I Will Be Arrogant (3)

I think his anger should be because I provoked his majesty again.

With my head down, I accepted his bombardment.

"A princess, what does she look like dressed like this? Talk, why, dumb?"

I kept silent and didn't bother with him, just yell as much as he likes.

"Chu Xiaoren, raise your head up for me." But he didn't give me the chance to be an ostrich.

I was still hesitating whether to raise my head, but he had already made a choice for me with his hands, pinching my chin with a little force, forcing me to stare at his angry face.

"Have you forgotten what you promised me last time?" The cold words revealed a lot of threats. For a person to freeze from an angry state to a cold state, it means that the incident is a bit serious.

Playing deep, I think I can't play with these people.

So I decided not to add fuel to the fire, and asked in a weak voice, "Promise what?" But I didn't expect that such a sentence would be a big bucket of oil poured into the fire.

I felt that the strength of my jaw became heavier, and I squeaked in pain. Hearing the sound of my pain, his strength softened again, and finally he let go of his hand and stopped pinching me.

There was silence in the carriage for a while, so silent that I felt that each other's breathing was thunderous.

"Remember?" His voice had no warmth, I don't understand why his attitude towards me is so different from that of Ruyan's?

"No." I shook my head honestly, a little pitifully.

But obviously, even if I'm pitiful, I can't make Zheng Xiaohan feel sorry for me, and then I just heard him say coldly, "I'm not allowed to leave the palace for a month, until I remember what you promised me. "Is grounding his forte?
"How can it be like this." If I don't leave the house for a month, then I die and live again, live and die at least twice?Just now Mu Xiaohan said that if you want the antidote, I have to get it myself.

The first time he sent the antidote was purely because he happened to be free.

"Do you have an opinion?" He raised his eyes, and his tone became a little colder.

"Of course I have opinions." Now this meeting is not the time to watch the situation, I have to fight for the interests of my life.

"I have to go to the palace to pay my respects to my mother and sister, don't I?" I said the most convincing reason, hoping that he would listen.

"I'll help you back." But it seems that he didn't listen.

Compromise and non-compromise entangled me, looking directly at him, I bit my mouth lightly, my eye sockets quickly became hot and red, and the teardrops swirled glisteningly, trembling artistically but did not fall, "How can you be so overbearing, married Concubine, have I been deprived of even my most basic rights now?"

Women, what is the most powerful weapon?Of course, it is the tears that men most disdain to shed.

Sure enough, seeing my tears, even Zheng Xiaohan, who is so cold-blooded, hesitated. His conscience must be condemned. After marrying me for a month, he married a concubine, and the benefits of the concubine are better than that of my concubine. He finally felt guilty.

Tears slid down at the right time, slid across the cheeks, paused at the chin, and finally dripped gorgeously and disappeared.

I worked hard to act, looking forward to his conscience discovery.

But seeing his coldness began to hide inside his body, with something called distress flashing on his face, he raised his hands, and gently wiped away my tears with those hands that I thought were beautiful.

I'm a little silly...

"Fool, why are you crying? It's not a big deal." His voice was so soft that it seemed to melt the snow in the cold winter, and the tenderness on his face made me unable to believe that he was exuding it to me.

Why is he so passionate all of a sudden? When he said this, my tears flowed uncontrollably, and I lost all sense of beauty.

In order to prevent my ugly person from making troubles, I jumped into his arms according to the situation, and said more passionately than him: "You are bad, how can you treat others, how can you do this."

Tears and snot, I wiped him unceremoniously, and his heartbeat sounded in my ears. Suddenly, his hand put on my waist and slowly embraced it.

As if a man was feeling sorry for his beloved woman, he patted my back with the other hand, "What should I do with you?"

What should I do with him, right? Grab my dialogue!
Accompanied by a nasal sound, I replied indistinctly: "Don't restrain me."

"Yeah." He also responded vaguely.

A strange kindness radiates in the carriage, I am buried in his arms, the tip of my nose is filled with a pleasant fragrance, and he holds me in his arms... This seems to be a picture of affection.

I have a slight illusion that maybe he likes me too.

No quarrels, no cold words, just a sense of tranquility...

(End of this chapter)