(This is a story about a female lead focused on survival and a manipulative, utterly dark male lead. It's a happy ending with some self-indulgent elements from the author. If you find anything ...
Chapter 66 is over, is the plot broken? !
Gu Qingheng raised his head from the desk.
"Princess?"
Zhao Mingzhu stared at her straight, her face flushed like clouds, spreading all the way to her neck.
Because of her appearance, the room was filled with the faint aroma of fruit wine.
"Crown Princess." Gu Qingheng met her eyes, his eyes rippled and trembled with water.
Seeing that she didn't move, Gu Qingheng sighed softly, stood up, walked to her and whispered, "Are you drunk?"
"Not drunk!"
The answer was unusually loud and firm, just like what every alcoholic would say.
As expected, she was drunk. Gu Qingheng chuckled, lifted her chin with his bony fingertips, and looked into her sparkling starry eyes.
The skin was as delicate as silk, and he couldn't help but caress it.
"Pearl."
"arrive!"
Although Zhao Mingzhu was drunk, his speech was still clear.
Gu Qingheng chuckled. This was a side of Zhao Mingzhu he had never seen before, one that looked ignorant and gullible.
"Mingzhu, who am I?"
Gu Qingheng reached out and held her wrist, then placed her on his lap as if she were holding a rare treasure.
Zhao Mingzhu felt a little hot in the head and her reaction was a little slow. She turned around following the voice and her handsome face was infinitely magnified.
This face is so familiar and impactful.
“…Gu…Gu Qingheng.”
Gu Qingheng's smile widened, and he kissed her forehead, as soft as a feather.
"Well, I'm Gu Qingheng."
Zhao Mingzhu mimicked him: "I am Gu Qingheng."
"You are Mingzhu."
My pearl.
The breeze carried the scent of roses through the hall, lifting the veil. You could vaguely see a tall man holding the girl in his arms, whispering to her occasionally and caring for her with all his heart.
Zhao Mingzhu lay in his arms, looking at the bamboo crab hanging under the window. She struggled to raise her head and said mysteriously:
"Gu Qingheng, I want to give you 30 million!"
Before the other party could speak, Zhao Mingzhu spread her arms and laughed: "You must be happy, you must be healthy, you must be happy!"
Gu Qingheng: ...
Zhao Mingzhu couldn't stand and her body was shaking. Gu Qingheng was quick to support her waist. Zhao Mingzhu was smiling, and thousands of stars gathered in her eyes, shining so brightly that it was impossible to look away.
At this time, Qiao Er, who had received the news, rushed over and heard these words as soon as she stepped into the door. She said: ...
She wiped the sweat off her face and bowed to Gu Qingheng: "Your Highness, I will take the Crown Princess back to bed first."
"No! I won't sleep. I want to keep drinking."
Zhao Mingzhu turned around and said to Qiao'er dissatisfiedly:
"Pour the wine, pour the wine!"
Qiao'er reached out to support her, but Zhao Mingzhu, following the principle of proximity, clung to Gu Qingheng's shoulders and refused to go back to sleep with Qiao'er.
Qiao'er was sweating profusely as she talked. She smiled bitterly in her heart and thought, "Crown Princess, you will definitely regret this tomorrow."
But now Zhao Mingzhu is obsessed with the face in front of her. She refuses to leave, no matter how Qiao'er tempts or coaxes her.
Soon, wrinkles appeared on Gu Qingheng's frosty white clothes. He held her soft waist loosely:
"Let her stay here and go back to the West Hall tomorrow."
Qiao'er tried her best one last time, but Zhao Mingzhu just kept clinging to him, and she couldn't accept her fate.
"Then I will take my leave. If Your Highness has any instructions, I will wait outside."
After Qiao'er left, Gu Qingheng picked her up by the waist and put her on the bed: "Why did you suddenly want to drink?"
Zhao Mingzhu fell on the soft bed, rolled to the inside and yawned.
After that, no matter what Gu Qingheng said, Zhao Mingzhu no longer responded. He smiled and asked Qiao'er to fetch some clean water to wipe her face and hands.
After everything was done, Gu Qingheng lay beside her, looking at the other's eyebrows and eyes.
Suddenly, Zhao Mingzhu opened his eyes and said something vaguely.
Gu Qingheng's smile faded like the tide, his eyes as deep as a pool of water: "What did you say?"
Zhao Mingzhu replied: "Don't kill me, I will leave."
It was not as loud as before, but it carried tremendous force. Gu Qingheng tightened his hands under his sleeves and his jaw was tense.
"I won't kill you, why are you leaving?"
Gu Qingheng knew that she was still wary of him in her heart, so he repeatedly asked him to be patient and take it slow.
But she actually said she wanted to leave, which was a result that Gu Qingheng would not allow to happen.
"Why?" The softer his tone became, the more likely it was that a storm was about to come.
Zhao Mingzhu watched the other person's thin lips opening and closing. She was still greedy and leaned forward to take a bite, then laughed like a fox stealing some fish.
"Sister, you sit on the bow, and I walk on the shore~"
This unruly and weird tune made Gu Qingheng's forehead twitch. He took a deep breath and exhaled, thinking that he couldn't argue with a drunkard.
A thrush was singing by the window, and the first rays of sunlight fell on the blue bricks.
Zhao Mingzhu got out of bed and felt a little breathless. She opened her eyes and rubbed her head.
The fragments of bragging and drinking with Gu Yu came back to my mind.
Bastard Gu Yu, she said fruit wine is not intoxicating, so I believed her. Then how come I don’t even remember going to bed with her?
It was a bit hot, so Zhao Mingzhu kicked off the quilt and prepared to jump out of bed to start a new day.
She moved, but didn't get up.
Um?
Zhao Mingzhu had a bad feeling in her heart. She wouldn't...
I turned my head dully, and saw Gu Qingheng with his eyes closed...
Zhao Mingzhu's mind was like a wound-up spring, spinning and turning. She continued to lie down with her head stiff, then suddenly opened her eyes.
Any god who passes by can save her!
In the end, of course, there was no god and no one to save her.
Zhao Mingzhu turned her head and realized belatedly that they were so close that she could even hear the faint heartbeat.
The scent of white sandalwood.
Zhao Mingzhu was silent, the words "drunk and causing trouble" occupied her entire mind. She carefully used her hands to remove the arms that were around her.
He held his breath and concentrated during this period, but the opposite happened and Gu Qingheng woke up.
"Princess, this is the second time."
What does this second time mean? Zhao Mingzhu instantly thought of the last time. Is Gu Qingheng saying that he has to put up with her for the second time?!
She said with a sad face: "Your Highness, I was drunk. I just made a mistake that all women in the world would make."
She clutched the frost-white sleeves to wipe away the nonexistent tears, then secretly let them go when she came to her senses and began to shift the blame:
"It's all Gu Yu's fault! She insisted on forcing me to drink. If she hadn't persuaded me to drink, how could I have done such a ridiculous thing?"
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have asked what was on the shelf, and I wouldn't have suddenly decided to drink to give myself courage. Now I feel better.
Not only did she not know how she got back yesterday, but she was drunk and did nothing, and even climbed into someone else's bed again.
Zhao Mingzhu, ah Zhao Mingzhu, it is really difficult for you to achieve anything great!
Gu Qingheng looked at her with a guilty expression, but he still remembered that she said she wanted to leave last night.
"Crown Princess, isn't the East Palace good?"
Zhao Mingzhu, who had no memory of this, blinked and shook her head like a rattle, saying very simply:
"Very good, I will marry Your Highness in my next life."
Little liar.
Gu Qingheng was cold. She didn't think so at all in her heart. She was deceiving herself.
"Pearl."
Gu Qingheng approached her and pressed his lips against hers before she could react.
You can't leave, and even if you die you can only sleep in the same coffin with me.
Zhao Mingzhu's pupils shrank, and all she could think of was "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Oh my god, is the plot broken?!