Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Li Qinglian slowly frowned...
Li Qinglian frowned slowly, thinking silently: Don’t you two really want to be together in front of everyone?
After Li Hanshuang considered it, he seemed very cautious and serious. He nodded and said, "Since it's my fault and I proposed it, I agree. I am willing to be your servant."
He paused for a moment, his expression gloomy, as if he was forcing himself to suppress his nausea. His voice was hoarse, not as calm as usual, and he said slowly: "It's only one day anyway."
To others, this sounds like he is comforting himself.
But to Li Qinglian's ears, it sounded like he was reluctant to leave and hoped to spend more time together.
To the extent that Li Qinglian shivered and felt out of place with everyone else.
Li Baili laughed and waved to Li Hanshuang, as if she was calling her pet, very intimately and nonchalantly, saying: "Come here!"
Everyone was shocked and looked at Li Hanshuang.
Li Qinglian narrowed his eyes and stared at Li Hanshuang's face carefully, wanting to see whether he was happy or unhappy. Although everyone around him thought that he must be unhappy, Li Qinglian did not think so, so he had to take a closer look.
Li Hanshuang walked over with a cold face, and Li Baili slapped his face with the hand that had just wiped the blood. At first glance, it seemed as if she was holding his face. Although only one hand was used, the strange atmosphere was still very strong.
Everyone around took a breath, turned around or turned their heads consciously or unconsciously, and looked away.
Li Qinglian's expression suddenly became strange.
Li Hanshuang's expression didn't change much, but his eyes were calm as he stared at Li Baili in front of him, as if this matter was no big deal.
If you look at his expression, Li Qinglian would definitely feel that Li Hanshuang was not slapped in the face by his hated enemy, but was slapped in the face by the long-haired white ragdoll cat he raised at home, without extending its claws, but with one paw.
Speaking of which, Li Baili does have a demon form. If she really turns into a demon and starts to attack, even a random slap can tear a person's skin apart.
Even if Li Hanshuang had a strong physique and wouldn't get hurt easily, it was impossible for her face to remain unscathed. This slap was more humiliating than hurtful.
Li Baili patted Li Hanshuang's face again, frowned slightly, looked at him with a little coldness, and said with lowered eyes: "Lower your head, I don't like my servants to be too high, as if they want to use me as a stepping stone."
When he said the last sentence, his tone was drawn out, as if he was thinking of something very long ago, with a hint of reminiscence, but he did not elaborate, so that it only aroused people's curiosity but failed to solve the problem.
Li Qinglian became even more curious.
He suddenly thought of a story he had read before, in which the sword immortal and the demon were reincarnated as humans. The demon became the emperor and the sword immortal became the imperial preceptor, and the emperor conferred titles on the imperial preceptor.
He was the most honorable person who could be given such a high rank. He was the center of everyone's attention. In the court, no one was treated better than the imperial teacher by the emperor, so much so that everyone else was overshadowed.
If in the eyes of the emperor, all people are flowers of different colors on the ground, the imperial teacher must be the tallest, largest, most beautiful and most conspicuous one, and must also be the emperor's favorite one.
It can be said that this is undisputed true love.
But because of this, the prestige of the imperial teacher grew stronger and stronger, overshadowing the emperor, so the emperor killed the imperial teacher.
So, before killing the imperial teacher, did the emperor ever think that the reason he stayed by my side was that he wanted to use me as a stepping stone to accomplish what he wanted to do, to reach the position he wanted, and to be with the person he liked?
If Li Qinglian was the emperor in the story, and there really was an imperial teacher in front of him, he thought about it and decided that he could be as nice to the imperial teacher as the emperor in the story.
Anyway, it's just rewarding some gold, silver, jewelry and the like, making slight concessions on rules and etiquette, giving privileges, saying some insignificant words, and doing some insignificant little things.
If just this can make people follow you wholeheartedly, work for you, and achieve your ambitions, then this small sacrifice is really nothing.
It is especially easy to do all this when the person receiving your efforts is someone you like.
But if in this situation, the imperial teacher suddenly has someone to entrust his life to, says that he wants to retire and return to his hometown, never work again, stay away from the court from now on, and never meet with him again.
Li Qinglian narrowed his eyes and thought silently, if it were him, he would definitely go crazy, and he would arrest the person or kill him. Anyway, he would never let the National Master be happy, and he would not let the person who was liked by the National Master and even let the National Master leave have a good day!
Maybe he should be killed as soon as he is caught? And then cut into pieces before he dies.
He was already an emperor, so what else was there to worry about? When facing someone you didn't like, no matter what their status was, they were always inferior to you, so there was no need to give in.
As for the person I care about? The national teacher? When he said he had someone he liked and wanted to leave, never work again, and never meet again, he was no longer the one.
It’s not that the imperial teacher has betrayed the emperor’s feelings, nor that he deserves to die for betraying the emperor’s feelings. It’s just that he feels betrayed and can’t let it go.
Li Qinglian is like this, and Li Hanshuang's personality is even more extreme than Li Qinglian. It is conceivable that if something happens to him, he will never let anyone who makes him unhappy have an easy time.
But when it comes to Li Baili, Li Qinglian is not sure.
He is not familiar with Li Baili.
Although we met occasionally, I always felt that there was something particularly familiar about Li Baili.
But on second thought, Li Baili and Li Hanshuang were good friends for many years. He was familiar with Li Hanshuang, so it was inevitable that he saw some of their former friend in Li Hanshuang. So it was normal for him to feel familiar with Li Baili.
According to this idea, Li Baili and Li Hanshuang are good friends. Generally, the differences between friends are not too big, otherwise they cannot get along. So whatever Li Hanshuang would do, Li Baili would probably do the same.
In this sense, it's actually the same.
If Li Hanshuang became the emperor and Li Baili was the imperial teacher, Li Hanshuang would kill Li Baili, and Li Baili would definitely kill Li Hanshuang.
Although the story does say that the emperor killed the imperial teacher and the evildoer killed the sword master, but looking at Li Baili's gentle facial mask, it is really hard to imagine how he killed someone.
At this point, Li Qinglian suddenly felt that his thoughts had come clear.
When Li Baili mentioned the stepping stone at this time, could it be that she was recalling an old incident many years ago, and felt that Li Hanshuang, as an imperial teacher, was just a servant. No matter how good his treatment was, he should not be too greedy and use him as a stepping stone, right?
Li Qinglian opened her eyes, feeling excited that she had accidentally learned a little bit of the truth of a story that happened many years ago, but she couldn't help feeling a little confused.
How does it mean to be a subordinate who is not a superior? It can't just be about having a good reputation, right? That's a bit too perfunctory.
Li Hanshuang lowered his head, and suddenly he was shorter than Li Baili.
He is really low with his head.
Li Baili slowly wiped her bloody hand on his face and wiped the already coagulated blood on Li Hanshuang's face. The blood was now a little cold.
Therefore, the blood was neither viscous nor warm, but instead felt like melting snow. However, it still had a fishy smell, as if there was a dead body buried under the snow.
Li Hanshuang narrowed his eyes. He knew that everyone was behind him now.
Either they couldn't see his face, or they simply looked away, turned their heads, or even turned their bodies away to avoid facing him directly in order to avoid his rage or because they felt too embarrassed.
In other words, now no one except Li Baili can see the expression on his face.
He raised his eyes and looked straight at Li Baili. His eye sockets suddenly turned red and tears rolled around in them. In the end, they did not fall. It just made his eyes look tearful, as if he was about to cry, and as if he was pitiful, which was completely different from usual.
If it were in the past, there would be no expression on his face, not that he was incapable of making an expression.
It's just that he didn't want to look at them at all, and he didn't even like to pay attention to their faces. Without any contact with other people's reactions, he naturally wouldn't have any expression. It was like a stage for singing and dancing in front of a distracted person. No matter how good the singing and dancing were, or how gorgeous the stage was, people who didn't care just didn't care, and naturally they wouldn't have any expression because of something they didn't care about.
But even though there are people here now, they are not watching, which is equivalent to not existing. As for Li Baili, she has never been considered as someone else.
There is nothing to worry about.
Li Baili was being stared at by Li Hanshuang so eagerly that she naturally knew what he meant. She lowered her eyes, and the cold and sarcastic expression on her face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a helpless, yet deeply hidden smile.
Li Baihe's hand that had slapped Li Hanshuang's face wiped off the blood and then fell on Li Hanshuang's chin. She lifted his face and looked at him. She raised her eyebrows at him like a disdainful scoundrel and said in a very low voice, mockingly, "You are nothing more than this."
You better control it.
Li Hanshuang blinked her eyes, the tears in her eyes had disappeared, the redness in her eye sockets also disappeared, only her gaze was still straight, staring at Li Baili, as if there was only such a person in the world.
There was no element of obsession in his eyes, but his sheer disregard for everything in the world was even more terrifying than simple obsession.
Because an obsessed person at least knows that there are other people around him, but Li Hanshuang doesn't have that in his eyes.
Li Baili sighed and let go of him: "It's boring."
There's nothing I can do in front of them, and wasting time here is just a waste.
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