The Flower Guarding Bell Chapter 23: Hate is not forgotten

"I am a remnant of the previous dynasty, to be treated like this by him, I am truly amazed, pampered, astonished."

"Niangniang, things are not what you think—" Lingsu held her hand tightly, with great strength, "Slave, slave..."

"Why, can't tell?"

Xiao Qingxue took her hand out of her hand, and every word without any warmth smashed into her ear.

"Why is it not what I thought? Did you deliberately change the dressing and leak it to Li Changqing, or are you the eyeliner he placed beside me?"

Seeing the woman who was forced to say nothing by herself, Xiao Qingxue sneered, turned her eyes to Qilixi, and folded her fists.

"I almost believed you."

"My Lady!"

Before she fell into a coma, there was only a panicked look in her eyes.

Waking up again, it was Li Changqing standing beside the bed.

Xiao Qingxue was not surprised by his appearance. How could he not be disturbed by such a thing?

She looked at him, but turned around wordlessly, leaving him behind.

"Xiao Qingxue, you hate me."

"I dare not."

"You hate me, so you hate this kid."

She clenched the quilt in her hand tightly, her closed eyelids trembling slightly.

"Speaking of hatred, isn't the emperor the same?" She tried her best to keep her voice calm, so that he could not see anything strange, "I just don't understand, since the emperor hated his concubine, why did he keep this child."

There is silence behind him.

She silently hooked her lips, but then she was shocked like an electric shock.

His hand was gently resting on her abdomen at this time.

"You—"

"I want this child."

He turned her body and pressed close, Ang Zang's body enveloped her with endless oppression. There was a faint light in Shen Mi's eyes, treacherous and dangerous.

He repeated solemnly again.

"Xiao Qingxue, listen carefully, I want this child."

Every flickering in her eyes is a shock, with a stubbornness after tearing off the disguise, "If the concubine doesn't want it, will the emperor use my relatives as a threat?"

His cool, thin lips brushed against her trembling lips, and finally stopped beside her ear. Hot air sprayed in her ears, feeling the trembling of the people below, he hooked his lips, his tone was bewitching and wicked.

"I don't mind if that works."

Xiao Qingxue was like falling into an ice pond, and asked him with a trembling voice: "Why? Why?"

He propped up slightly, reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears, then stroked her eyebrows, nose, and cheeks. His fingertips were cold, but he seemed to have a trace of nostalgia, and his eyes were slightly hazy, as if he was recalling something.

"One day, you will know."

She wanted to ask again, but he had already bent down and sealed his lips.

His big palm covered her eyes lightly, preventing her from seeing the color in his eyes at this time, but in exchange for her more violent struggle.

Of course, it's all in vain.

The red candle weeps, the tent is warm in one room, but it cannot warm the two broken hearts.

Old people often say that one autumnal equinox is three times.

One waits for the cool breeze to arrive, the second waits for the white dew to grow, and the third waits for the chirping of cicadas.

The autumn color in Xiao Qingxue's eyes also changed from early autumn to late autumn. Since that night, she has completely quieted down.

Ling Su was still waiting by her side, and Qi Lixi often came to check her pulse.

She seems to have compromised, backed down.

Therefore, Xiao Qingxue never showed any resistance, whether it was to diagnose the pulse or drink the contraceptive pill.

Everything seems to be back to where it was at the beginning.

But everyone knows that in the end, they can't go back.

Everyone tacitly stopped talking about that day. The only change was an imperial decree from Li Changqing.

Xiao Qingxue, because of the jealousy and envy of the women in the harem, was promoted from Jie Yute to Concubine Xue.