"Really?" Zhao Yuan was surprised, "Are you jealous that night?"

"What a nonsense to tell the truth?" Yun Dai smiled.

"Since you are angry and jealous, just show it. Don't keep it in your heart." Zhao Yuan complained, "In the past, I always heard my father complain to those ministers about how jealous women are. But when I come to you, I think it's so difficult to be jealous."

Yun Dai smiled and said, "Did Chen Xueyan and Lin Yueniang give you less vinegar in the past? Isn't it sour enough?"

"Don't mention them."

"Okay, don't mention it."

Yun Dai thought that if she was really not jealous, she would not have said after drinking that King Qin would burn Yichun Palace.

She admitted that she cared a little about Zhao Yuan.

But she wanted to live a peaceful and peaceful life even more. She didn't want to become a person who was worried about gains and losses, and she didn't want to complain about these things that she knew she couldn't change.

She can't rely too much on Zhao Yuan, nor can she hold too much feelings in him.

In terms of things like love, if you pay too much and expect too much, you will eventually get even greater disappointment.

If you don’t expect, you won’t be disappointed and you won’t be hurt.

It will be easier to satisfy.

Yun Dai understood this clearly, so she would rather calm her mind and let it go.

Zhao Yuan looked at her clear and insightful eyes, but he always felt that he was far away from her.

"Why are you stunned? I'm leaving, the snow is getting heavier and heavier." Yun Dai walked forward.

He looked at her back and whispered to himself: "Dai'er, what should I do to truly enter your heart?"

Yuzhu hurriedly chased him over and screamed, "My master, please wait, it's snowing, be careful of the slippery road! Don't walk so fast, wait for me to help you!"

...

Pingleyuan.

Hongdou stood at the door with a bowl in his arms, his face angry.

The scars on half of the face looked a little scary.

"Prince Lu, this is the East Palace, please leave!" Hongdou looked at Zhao Yuanqi, her palms were covered in sweat.

When she saw Zhao Yuanqi, she thought of that terrible little room.

That left a strong shadow on her.

"Hongdou, I'm here, I just want to give you something." Zhao Yuanqi said, raising the thing in his hand. "This is the mask I made by Kyoto's most skillful craftsman. It is made of golden thread and is in the shape of a petal, which can just cover half of your scars. Stay on your face, as light as a feather, and you won't feel bored."

Hongdou looked at the exquisite mask in his hand and was shocked.

"I don't want any mask!" she whispered.

"It took me a long time to design it, and it took me a long time to make it by the craftsmen. Don't want it." Zhao Yuanqi stepped forward and said, "Come on, bring it to me."

Hongdou hurriedly retreated, with anger uncontrollable in her voice: "Your respect, Prince Lu, I really don't want this. My little master will come back soon, please leave!"

She waved her hand and knocked off the mask.

Zhao Yuanqi suddenly got angry, grabbed her arm, and said coldly: "Don't be shameless if you don't know what you raise! I like you, that's your blessing! Look at half of your face, who else will want you except me?"

Hongdou's tears came out of pain: "I don't want anyone to like it, and I won't get married. Prince Lu, just let me go!"
Chapter completed!