The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

It's ridiculous to say that when I arrived in Daliang, I got the rare warmth in these years.

Even though he was a proton, Emperor Liang didn't make people target him. He lived in a remote place, which also avoided conflicts between himself and the princes in the palace.

As for the meals, they didn't deliberately treat them harshly, which was much better than when they were in Daqi.

Including getting to know her.

Just like this little story, maybe this story was just fabricated by the writer, maybe the facts were exaggerated, but because of those years of experience, my personality...was a bit distorted.

Maybe she gave him equality and care, or maybe it was something else, just like an exception, he cherished her so much that it reached a certain extreme.

——If you can't see her, can't talk to her, or are left out by her, you will be extremely anxious, worry about gains and losses, and feel the oppressive feeling of being blocked in your heart, which will continue to accumulate.

In the past, he wanted to compete with her own brother for her attention, but now, he just wanted to monopolize her entire life.

At first, it might just be a child's possessive desire to fight for favor, but these years, he missed her very much. Later, his thoughts gradually changed, and the possessive desire grew wantonly, accompanied by other emotions.

He has been watching her all the time.

Knowing that she faced the courtiers as a woman, and faced the opposition of the whole court, she forcefully abolished the ritual system of burial with concubines.

I also know how she dealt with those tricky vassals who couldn't deal with it, and how she arranged for the other princes.

Although Prince Liang also had ambitions for the throne, his actions were not extremely cold-blooded, and even a small number of them did not seriously unite with those feudal lords to do irreversible things.

In addition, Princess Changning abolished the funeral system for empresses and concubines, so their mothers and concubines could live in peace in the palace. These princes are naturally grateful to her.

Because of this, those concubines have a very good relationship with her, and there are almost no hidden dangers in the palace.

This is also a good deed.

She was born of the first queen, and the queen does not need to be buried with her. To put it cold-bloodedly, those concubines have nothing to do with her, but she was born to fight against the entire court.

Rong Qing stared at her quietly, perhaps because of this, he would never forget her.

It was she who first conveyed her kindness to herself, and only then did she rely on her later.

He put down the book, got up and went to the side to pour tea for her.

The tea table was a little closer to the door, and he had good internal skills, so he heard the whispers of the maid outside the door.

It is nothing more than feeling that I have been in for too long, which will damage the reputation of the princess.

Rong Qing raised his eyes and glanced at the door, his eyes were as cold as water, he would naturally be unhappy when he heard this.

He doesn't care about other people's opinions, but he has to care about her.

No one wants to hear that.

It seems that her own existence is like a burden to her, she is shameful and needs to avoid suspicion.

No one ever felt that he was right with her.

He brought the teacup to her, and when he opened his lips to speak, a certain image appeared in his mind, which coincided with this scene.

In the picture, the woman is sitting in front of the desk, and the man leans slightly to pour tea for her. There is only the picture, no sound, and only the man seems to say something with his lips.

It's just that the picture passed by in a flash, and it was too late to capture it, leaving him feeling empty.

His eyes were slightly dazed, and he seemed to be unable to utter the words. In any case, it would not be the same as what the man in the picture said.

When the teacup was placed on the table, it collided with the table, making a slight sound, which brought Luo Ci, who was concentrating on reviewing the memorial, back to her senses. She raised her head to thank him, with a clear smile on her face, she picked up the teacup and drank slowly. Take a sip.

It seems...somewhat familiar.

Where and when did he meet.

And no one gave himself an answer.

Rong Qing suppressed the doubts in his heart, and sat back in his seat.

Just when he thought she would review the papers quietly and not talk to him until it was finished, she spoke.

"How was your life after you returned to Daqi?"

He just said it lightly before, and only said that it was better than before, but just thinking about it, he knew that it would never be easy.

The three words Hui Daqi seemed to have stimulated the young man, his eyes shone slightly, he gritted his teeth slightly, and finally returned to calm.

The young man lowered his eyelashes, the long and thick eyelashes covered the darkness in his eyes, and said in a soft and slow voice, "At first I was still the same, but later I performed in front of my father, which made him quite happy, and then he began to value me. gone."

But what followed was the closeness of his mother and concubine who had never cared about him, and his constant desire to use himself to win the favor of his father.

From the beginning to the end, it can only be used.

Even for him, Emperor Daqi is much better than his so-called concubine mother. At least, Emperor Qi began to value him after discovering his talent, while concubine mother can only use it and only care about herself.

An undisguised interest is much better than an apparent hypocrisy.

Maybe Emperor Daqi is ruthless, but he can be regarded as a good emperor. Every prince has the opportunity to learn. It is through the assessment that he stands out in front of the princes and falls into the eyes of Emperor Daqi.

There is no warmth in the Daqi Palace, only competition, and only by fighting and grabbing can they win their due rights and status.

As a prince, those palace people deducted his meals and were bullied by other princes, so he could fight back, but he was powerless.

It is an unforgivable crime if the emperor finds out about the crimes committed by people below the palace, but the premise is that the emperor can know.

As for the bullying of other princes, even if the emperor knew about it, he would only feel weak and incompetent.

So you have to fight them by all means, and you have to be ruthless to get your own rights.

This is Daqi's palace rules.

After he went back, he gave back step by step the bullying he had received.

Just like a pack of wolves fighting, it is destined not to subside, and the only way to win is to destroy all opponents.

And this is exactly what Emperor Daqi was happy to see.

Don't look at concubines, don't look at lowliness, only look at ability and character.

Therefore, in such an environment, he will only become less and less like a normal person.

A gentle hand fell from the top of her hair, with a gentle force, just like six years ago, with soothing and her own tenderness.

Obviously he didn't feel that he had suffered in the past six years, but at this moment he lowered his head subconsciously, wanting her to comfort her more.

As if he had been greatly wronged, he acted like a baby to her and sought her comfort.

The string that had been calm and strong suddenly broke, and he couldn't help but hugged her waist, buried his head on her shoulder, and said in a low, muffled voice, "It's not good at all."

He's been... having a hard time.

I have always missed her and missed the time living in Daliang.

Even if there are still palace officials who talk about him behind his back or look at him strangely, at least during this period of time, with her, there is no such cruel and cruel fighting.

There were no casualties, but the fighting was more tragic than the casualties.