MTL - Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort-Chapter 33 Honmiya has no interest in you

I looked up and saw him look at the pack of silver in my hand and said coldly, "Who's?"

"..." I bit my lower lip and lowered my head.

"Mrs.?"

I was startled, and quickly shook my head to deny: "No, it's not Madam's, this pack of silver is--"

"Whose?"

"... Yes, slavery." When I said this, my face was flushed with red sweat, and my palms were sweating coldly, and the hand he held on my wrist slowly released.

"Oh--"

He raised his eyebrows, and when he looked at me, he not only looked as usual and domineering, but also a little bit of contempt. When he was looked at with such eyes, I also felt that his dignity became his feet. Mud, a trace of shameful sorrow rushed into my heart, and buried my head even lower.

A hand stretched over and raised my chin.

"Actually, you look good."

The voice was very soft, even with a hint of teasing, my heart trembled slightly, and I looked up at him subconsciously, Pei Yuanzhang's thin lips provoked slightly, a slight sneer appeared on his face, he slowly lowered On the head, I was so nervous that the whole person froze, feeling that his breath was burning hot between his neck.

Take a deep breath-"It smells, and it smells good."

Then, he slowly raised his face, then lowered his head slowly, close to my lips.

At a close distance, his long, black eyelashes almost fluttered on my eyelids, bringing a tingling sensation, and his breath was already tangled on my lips, a hotter temperature than ambiguous Up.

no, do not want!

My heart was screaming, but my hand couldn't be lifted when I wanted to reject him. The fingers that were almost convulsive suddenly took off the moment he was close to me, and the silver fell from my hand to the ground.

At the same time, his lips stopped at a distance almost no distance from me, and those eagle-like eyes opened narrowly, looking at me like a torch.

"But Momiya has no interest in you."

This sentence seemed like a basin of cold water, and it suddenly splashed down to wake me up.

He slowly stood upright, but the temperature in his eyes was even colder than the cold water, looking at me, coldly: "Because, this palace hates women like you the most."

After that, he threw me coldly and turned away.

I stood in place, watching the back of him slowly disappearing at the end of the promenade. After a while, I squatted down and picked up the silver scattered on the ground. Every time I picked up a drop of tears, my eyes gradually Blurred, nothing can be seen.

No interest in me.

Isn't this the best?

But why am I crying, why is the sourness in my heart getting heavier, like the nightmare in the dark night, how can I not get rid of it?

Is it because the body has been so imprinted, so even the heart is exported?

When I returned to my little house, exhausted physically and mentally, it was getting late. As soon as I entered the door, I heard a little palace girl running behind me.

"Sister Qingying, Your Royal Highness has arrived in Luomeizhai. Madam asked you to come and serve immediately."