"Even if the grapes on two vines grow in the same environment, the sunshine, rain and dew they get are different, and the taste is naturally different." Youmeng looked up at the green above her head, calmed down her tone, and said something in her words, "If the emperor feels sour, then you don't have to eat them. Let them rot into the soil, and perhaps it can turn into nutrients, waiting for the next life, and it may produce sweet fruits..."

Youji understood everything. She was so determined that she didn't want to go back to the past. They really couldn't look back in their lives, and their hearts were hopelessly cold: "Okay... I'm tied up in my own cocoon."

Youmeng couldn't bear to look back at his melancholy eyes.

"The bitter fruit I made...I will eat it alone."

He turned his head and left, listening to his movements gradually faded away, Youmeng closed her eyes deeply.

She stayed alone in meditation for a long time, recalling the beautiful brother-sister relationship of childhood. If she hadn't had a hot heart pressed on her shoulders and hugged her from behind, making her open her eyes suddenly and break free in shock, she might have been lost in her mind for a long time.

"Can you stop being so arrogant?" Youmeng was both panicked and embarrassed, looking at the unrestrained man opposite, "This is broad daylight, beware of being seen."

Feng Qiwu couldn't help but be more happy when she heard this, and she raised her hands and smiled sarcastically: "Are you so nervous that you are a little interested in having an affair with me?"

She glanced at him in anger, and didn't want to pay attention to this person anymore, no one was serious.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qiwu walked up ignorantly and pinched her chin intimately, "My little princess looks unhappy?"

She lowered her eyes darkly: "Someone didn't pick the grapes well, and he was sore and bitter."

Feng Qiwu's eyes glanced and seemed to have some enlightenment. She held her hand and said, "Let's go."

"Where do you go?" She hesitated and wanted to shrink her hand.

"Go and find a quiet place." But Feng Qiwu grabbed her tightly and refused to let her escape. "Do something that will make you happy."

"Why?……"

He smiled and pulled her away, without any room for negotiation.

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The Jade Mirror Tower, the small window, the time is long.

Sometimes a cool breeze blew in, and clouds flew in the attic. Feng Qiwu held a slender hairpin in her mouth, and her long hair was blown up elegantly. His whole body melted into the light orange light, so beautiful that it was so unreal.

Youmeng sat in front of the dressing table, admiring Feng Qiwu's novel and unique buns with his slender hands, and smiled sweetly: "I never thought that your hair combing skills are so good."

He lowered his eyes and chuckled softly: "If you do these habits every day, many things are practiced to make perfect."

"Do you comb my aunt's hair like this every day?" Youmeng stared at him quietly through the bronze mirror, and he agreed.

"You ask me what my male favorite needs to do." He said slowly, his hands still changing on her hair, like two flying butterflies, "In fact, it's like the concubines you saw in the harem, looking for a monarch as a big tree to which he leans on, serving his daily life, and even fighting for favor..."

Youmeng's expression darkened, did she empathize with it?

"The male is not as fond as the concubines. They have no status, but they follow the same rules of survival." He seemed to subconsciously look at her in the bronze mirror and smile, "That is, try every means to make the monarch happy."

"Do you also want to serve the monarch like them...?"
Chapter completed!