Turning the City Down: The Concubine Concubine

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In her free time, Qingchen was entrusted with a big task by the people in the village - to teach the children here to read and write.At this time, she has already fully integrated into this place, so she will not refuse, besides, the children here like her and Xiao Sheng very much, and she has miraculously developed excellent patience to teach those children.

There was only one copybook, but it was difficult for her to let the children copy the copybook.Her own handwriting is very good, but it's just a girl's handwriting, after all, it's too elegant, and most of those children are boys, so it's not good to copy her handwriting.She wanted to find Xiao Sheng at first, but she couldn't bear to see his exhausted appearance after coming back from the outside room.I can only try my best to imitate the man's vigorous and powerful font every day, which is difficult and the effect is not very good.

In the evening of that day, she was sitting in the room struggling to write every word, but suddenly someone held her hand from behind.But looking back, she knew it was him, but suddenly remembered something, and said in surprise: "You're back, I forgot to cook, I'm going now."

Xiao Sheng held her in his arms with one hand, picked up the copybook she wrote so hard with the other, looked at it for a while with a frown, and said with a smile, "Why don't you write it for me."

Qingchen curled her lips, looked up at his thin cheeks: "You work so hard every day, I don't want you to be more tired."

Something seemed to flash in his eyes, and he gently rubbed the top of her hair: "It's just a few words, what's the trouble? I'll write it for you."

Qingchen frowned and hesitated for a moment, then nodded.He sat down in front of the table, swiped his brush, and each vigorous and powerful font appeared on the paper.Qingchen stared blankly at the way he held the pen and frowned, and suddenly felt that he should be like this at all. His hands were used for writing and reviewing memorials, but now, layers and layers of them were formed because of farming. thick cocoon.

She didn't realize that her eyes were wet again, just when he raised his head, hurriedly put down his pen, pulled her into his arms and sat down, but because he knew what she was thinking, he didn't mention that, just smiled: "Chen'er, Do you know how much you have changed?"

She was startled for a moment, and then slowly leaned on his shoulder, stroking his face back and forth: "Aren't you too? Look at you now, how do you still look the same as before?"

He gently pulled her hand down and held it in his hand, as if recalling: "How long have we been here?"

Qingchen also thought about it carefully: "It's been four months."

"Four months..." He repeated in a low voice, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qingchen became inexplicably flustered, gritted his teeth after a while and asked, "Cheng, do you want to leave?"

She didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she always felt that his expression changed slightly after he asked this sentence, and then he raised his head and looked at her with a smile: "You like this place so much, of course we won't leave .”

Qingchen was silent, stretched out his index finger to draw a circle on his chest, and said after a long time: "I am a person who only knows how to think about myself... You said you felt happy, you said you would not leave, Then one day if you go back on your word, I will not follow you."

This time, the smile on his lips deepened: "Okay, I don't regret it."

Qingchen watched his face carefully, stared straight into the depths of his pupils, nodded after a while, stood up from him, and said with a smile: "Then I'll make dinner."

When she came back here after finishing the meal, she found that he was writing something at his desk. When she took a closer look, she saw a row of densely packed small letters, but she couldn't make out what the content was.He just noticed her coming in at this moment, raised his head and smiled slightly: "But is it time for dinner?"

Qingchen nodded, looked at the note in his hand: "What are you writing?"

He smiled lightly, and squeezed the note away: "It's been a long time since I held the pen, and my hands were itchy for a while, and I wrote a few poems indiscriminately." Then he stood up, pulled her out, and said with a smile, " What delicious food did you cook?"

Qingchen's palms became cold for some reason, but she still just smiled lightly: "It's not like usual, I'm not the manager of your imperial dining room, I don't have any delicacies to prepare for you."

It was night, Qingchen was lying in his arms, unable to fall asleep.She could clearly hear his undulating heartbeat and slightly disordered breathing, and knew that he hadn't fallen asleep either, but she was just lying peacefully without saying a word.

He seemed to sigh inaudibly, very lightly, as if he was exhaling, but Qingchen could still hear that it was him sighing.

"Chen'er..." After another half hour, he suddenly called softly.

"En." After Qingchen responded lightly, but couldn't hear the sound for a long time.When she almost couldn't help shrinking herself into a ball again, she suddenly felt his lips sticking to the back of her neck.

"Don't..." Qingchen struggled slightly, "Aren't you tired?"

"It's okay." He replied vaguely, turned her body towards him, and kissed her earside like every night in the past.

However, there was no kiss, Qingchen put his hand there to cover his lips that were about to fall, and said in a slightly cold tone, "I don't want to."

He froze for a long time before he forced a chuckle: "What's wrong? Just because I didn't see the contents of that note? How about I read it to you? Isn't it that 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew meet, they win the world'?" countless'?"

Qingchen sneered——

"Tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams. It's a pity that flowing water is fleeting, but good dreams are hard to stay."

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