Chapter 589 Floating

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When Guo Shao fought in Beihan, he usually rode a horse in front of the sun, with the wind blowing the sun, and his skin became rougher. The fine and white dishes were on his mouth, forming a sharp contrast.

Jing Niang was very silent and sat opposite her and said nothing. She probably didn't want to say anything about Mrs. Huarui, after all, Mrs. Huarui had a good relationship with her.

At this time, Guo Shao said: I remembered a joke, and took an earthworm and placed it in the two forks of the passage. On one side was the food that the earthworm liked to eat, and on the other side was the hot charcoal fire.Let it crawl twice, and the earthworms will choose a way to have food without hesitation.

Who is so boring, doing that.Jingniang frowned.

Guo Shao said: It is an experiment. Any living creature will seek benefits and avoid harm. If it makes it feel good, it will not help but choose... So I never regard people as saints.

Just as the unknown dishes made from this yam have a layered taste, Guo Shao tasted different flavors without eating a piece.

He could guess that Mrs. Huarui did make it specifically for herself, which was also a hint.

Guo Shao did not look down on her because of this. He felt that everything was normal, because seeking profit and avoiding harm is human nature, and women are no exception... This is also one of the driving forces for the men to continue to fight and make progress.

Too many moral public opinion misleads, concealing the essence of the survival of the weak in the world.

But Guo Shao thought, according to reason, Mrs. Huarui's fate should be plundered as the conqueror's spoils; now the opposite is true, no one touched her, which made her in an awkward situation.

At this moment, Jing Niang suddenly said angrily: Your Majesty is right or wrong?I think that in the eyes of men, women will not be wrong as long as they are beautiful!

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In the Duke of Qin's Mansion, the sun has disappeared from the roof, leaving only an orange-yellow stream in the sky.

It seems that there are houses in the world. Occasionally, a pagoda stands in the distance, and on the back of the sunset, there is only a lonely black shadow left.

As soon as Mrs. Huarui arrived home, Meng Chang hurried over to see her. He seemed impatient, as if he was waiting for Mrs. Huarui to come back all afternoon.

Meng Chang's fair and fat face was now full of pathological redness. He looked at Mrs. Huarui and asked directly: Have you seen Guo Shao?

Mrs. Huarui shook her head.

Meng Chang walked quickly: You deceived me!If you stay in the palace alone, you will have good things. Besides, how much do you have to say to Jing Niang? I stayed for such a long time and it was almost dark before I came back.What have you done?

Only in this way can Mrs. Huarui's life as quiet as a lake can have a rippling ripples. She looked at Meng Chang's excited face and suddenly blurted out: I cooked a few dishes in the afternoon.

After hearing this, Meng Chang was so embarrassed and angry that he almost jumped up. In the end, he didn't do anything. He just sarcastically said: You haven't been willing to cook for me for a long time, but you came to the door to cook for that man to please him...

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, and his voice choked: I lost everything, and I couldn't even keep my own woman's heart...

Mrs. Huarui felt sad and irritable.

She suddenly regretted talking about cooking, so why did she blurt out?

Perhaps because Meng Chang could no longer control himself, he even wanted to rely on Mrs. Huarui to maintain friendship with Jingniang or the royal family because he was worried about his survival.

When Mrs. Huarui thought about this, she remembered everything Meng Chang had given her, and felt it was a bit too much and said with a hurried and kind word: Jing Niang protects us, we can't give her any benefits. I'll show her gratitude for cooking, that's it.Jing Niang lives alone, and she doesn't have the turn to sleep often, so don't think too much about it.

real?Meng Chang looked at her with complicated eyes.

Mrs. Huarui nodded immediately and replied with a kind look: Yes.

Meng Chang was very depressed after staying in Tokyo for a while, but he still couldn't let go of his face. The man seemed to be really concerned about that, which probably involved a kind of self-esteem that was deeply rooted in his heart.

Mrs. Huarui no longer mentioned the matter in the palace, and went into her bedroom after dinner.

The Duke of Qin's mansion is very quiet, with neither serious business nor visitors... Meng Chang's current situation is not worthy of anyone's friendship.

Mrs. Huarui couldn't go out casually, and stayed in this yard and bedroom day after day.

Of course, Mrs. Huarui felt very bored. Life was stagnant, but it was not impossible to live. It is still considered a luxury and even occasionally entering the palace to attend the most noble banquets. This has surpassed most days in the world...

By chance, she remembered that at today's celebration banquet, Guo Shao didn't even look at her, and maybe she really forgot; she also wanted to just go on like this and stop thinking about it.

Mrs. Huarui was slowly paced in front of the window, feeling the light outside dimming little by little, as if time was passing inch by inch.

In such a calm and watery time, a bright and focused look flashed through her mind, the big hands with tendons, and the man's solid figure and manner.

Mrs. Huarui's heart was fluctuating... She felt a sense of hunger in her heart, as if she was hungry and craving for food.

But Meng Chang could not calm her floating.

Mrs. Huarui felt a hot face, and this emotion made her feel very ashamed.

She seemed to hear the gentle comfort of the man who was dominating the world. The tone and eyes of love made her unable to control herself, and her emotions moved from peace to the end.

Mrs. Huarui walked back and forth impatiently for several times, feeling like she couldn't find the exit.

She walked to the dressing table and sat down, looking up at the beautiful face in the mirror. The white skin in the bronze mirror floated a slight goose yellow in the copper light. She put her hands on her face, straightened her chest again, and looked at the mirror inside carefully.

A slender neck and a round and bulging chest are beautiful without losing their charm.

She looked at herself very seriously.Such delicate and delicate beauty will also grow old and pass away in time, but I am wasted here.Mrs. Huarui was very unwilling to accept it.

Her eyes were blurred and she asked in a low voice in an almost inaudible voice in front of the mirror: Am I wrong?Am I a shameless woman?

At this time, a servant carrying a lantern walked past under the eaves outside the window. The light of the lantern shone in through the window. The beautiful face in the mirror lit up first; soon the light was blocked by the wall, and the light returned to dimness.

Between the light and darkness, it seemed as if Mrs. Huarui's mood was unstable.

She sometimes denies her character, and sometimes she thinks angrily, since I have such a look, why don’t I fight for what I want, why should I accept my fate?

No matter how her mood floated, the surroundings were still quiet. After the night came, insects were already chirping in the grass in the yard.