Chapter 2018: Idle is idle

Zhao Yuanhe smiled mildly: "Is this harming her? She's not doing anything.

It's her blessing to be liked by people like Uncle Xiaohuang. Ji Tangtang,

what do you think?"

Ji Tangtang really thought about it for a moment, and said, "What you said

makes sense. If you can be deeply loved by King Qin, you will endure some pain

and it is worth it."

Zhao Yuanhe smiled and said, "You and I are confidants. Without these bells,

how could they have such entanglement and fetters? My original intention is

indeed for the little emperor. Otherwise, the queen will hide in the harem for

a lifetime. , Doesn't the little emperor's uncle never miss the person?"

Ji Tangtang sat under the porch, looked at the moon while holding his chin

with one hand, and slowly said, "But it's not your turn to intervene at will."

"Someone must take care of it?"

"Why should it be you?"

"Why can't it be me?" Zhao Yuanhe said with a smile, "I am idle anyway. Since

Xiaohuangshu likes it, I will try my best to help him keep people by his side.

Now you see, I have done it. "

Ji Tangtang curled his lips: "What did you do? You just caused him to lie on

the bed and become a living dead. Sister Yun can't accompany him either."

"She always has to come back. And the little emperor always has to wake up."

"How can you be sure that King Qin will wake up?"

"No matter how little Uncle Xiaohuang looks, he doesn't look like a person

with such bad luck."

"Isn't his luck bad enough?" Ji Tangtang exclaimed, "I have never seen anyone

worse than him. He is obviously talented as an emperor, but he can only be a

prince. He was squeezed out by his brothers and helped his nephew ascend the

throne. In the end, I didn’t get much benefit. I liked a woman, but I couldn’t

confess it. Now I’ve been murdered in such a field again, alive or dead. I

really feel that King Qin was hurt by your relatives."

Zhao Yuanhe fell silent.

After he left, Leng Rushuang came.

Leng Rushuang knew that Ji Tangtang was a little girl of the Jiuli tribe who

had been crazy infatuated with King Qin, and his attitude towards her was

quite good.

As someone who likes King Qin but can't get him, she even feels a little bit

of sympathy for Ji Tangtang.

The two women hit it off and soon became good friends.

Leng Rushuang sighed: "When King Qin married Xue Yiru, I was very sad for a

few days. I always felt that Xue Yiru was not worthy of the prince. But if he

married you, I would be happy for him."

Ji Tangtang smiled and said: "I don't have that kind of obsession with him

anymore."

"Is it possible to break things like feelings just by saying they are broken?"

"As long as you want to break, you can break it."

Leng Rushuang saw her lonely and at ease, unavoidably envy.

She sighed: "If I can see, I won't waste more than ten years."

"Sister Rushuang is still young, and it's not too late to see it now."

"No, I can't look away as a person, and I don't intend to break this

relationship." Leng Rushuang looked back at the sleeping man on the bed. When

facing him for the first time, he didn't have to hide the tenderness in his

eyes. Nostalgia, "Like him, it is the happy thing I do in my life."

"Is it worth it?"

"If you discuss whether it's worthwhile, it's contaminating this

relationship." Leng Rushuang smiled. "As long as I think that there is a

person like him in the world and I can meet him again, I feel lucky for my

three lives. Don't say yes. I'm very satisfied to see him occasionally, even

if I just look at him from a distance."