Ancient women awaken: loving yourself is the way to go

The dark clouds piled up into a whole piece, as heavy as a block of iron, pressing tightly on my heart.

Mo Hongyun threw the memorial in his hand to the ground, feeling indescribably heavy.

Xingxi's words were so proud, so proud that he felt like a grain of sand in the dust.

Is there really such a world?

He already thought that a thousand-mile horse was a rare good horse that could travel a thousand miles a day, and Xingxi actually said that there was a means of transportation that could reach eight thousand kilometers in an hour.

There is also high-yield rice, enough for the people to eat.

Every time smallpox broke out, countless people died and were injured, but it had been eradicated in Xingxi's previous life.

What shocked him even more was that the words "everyone is equal" and "officials are servants of the people" were simply unheard of.

Xingxi said that the tragic experiences in her previous life were all due to the feudal ideas left over, and he was a monarch of a monarchy.

With a loud bang, the dark clouds could no longer withstand the pressure, and the rainstorm was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly tearing the fragile earth apart.

Mo Hongyun took out the orange-red wine and poured it into the cup.

I drank cup after cup, but I couldn't taste the sweetness, only bitterness and spiciness.

The wine spilled onto the white clothes, creating a picture scroll.

Those nights, he blossomed in Xingxi's arms, emotions and desires intertwined, expressing his love in his heart over and over again.

Such a dazzling person, the friendship between his eyes cannot be hidden. My heart beats faster because of him, and I can notice his subtle changes.

Seeing that he had to stay up late because of memorials, she sat down quietly to help him deal with them, but she consciously picked out the important matters and did not ask about any of them.

Seeing how devastated he was by the famine, he quietly asked someone to donate silver to the Ministry of Revenue.

And what about him?

Because he wanted to protect Xingxi and didn't want to lose her, he always wanted to surpass her.

This path was too difficult, so difficult that he took an unconventional approach and lost himself. He never minded Xingxi's regency, but later he acquiesced that the harem should not interfere in politics.

I don't know when the tears quietly fell, mixing with the wine in the glass, becoming hazy and blurry.

He drank the wine in the pot in one gulp, trying to use the wine to control his brain, but to no avail.

He stood up shakily, opened the door and walked into the heavy rain.

My face was cold and I couldn't tell the difference between rain and tears.

The heavy water hurt when it hit his body, but he wanted to feel more pain, maybe then his heart would not hurt anymore?

There was suddenly an umbrella above his head, and Xingxi's voice came into his ears: "Come back with me."

He glanced at her concerned eyes and finally couldn't control himself and burst into tears.

Shen Xingxi sighed, threw away the umbrella, carried him back to the bedroom, and asked someone to prepare water.

She pushed him against the wall, kissed away his tears, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Tears burst out again. Now that things had developed to this point, it was difficult for him to deceive himself anymore.

The conflict arose because of taking a concubine, and Xingxi had already anticipated the current situation.

In other words, Xingxi may never have thought about growing old together with him as the emperor.

So I lamented many times that it would be better if he was not the emperor.

So even though he knew that he had been bullied by the former queen, he still saved her.

So she rescued the former prince when he was fully grown.

Hate?

Can't hate it.

Because Xingxi gave him the opportunity, it was because he was incompetent and could not solve so many problems.

Thunder roared, and he was carried into the bathtub by Xingxi, allowing Xingxi to hug him from behind.

After a series of kisses, Xingxi said in a dull voice, "Yunyun, I have good news for you. Even if there is a flood this year and crops are affected, 50% of the people who live on crops will not be affected.

I signed an agreement with them that they could only sell their crops to me, and even if they failed to harvest due to disasters, I would still give them a certain amount of money. "

Mo Hongyun smiled bitterly, "This is really good news."

Xingxi was telling him that she controlled half of the country's grain, and whether the people could have food depended on her decision.

He whispered, "When did you start planning this?"

"We signed a five-year agreement the year before last." Shen Xingxi answered truthfully.

Mo Hongyun closed his eyes. Three years ago was the year with the worst famine, with countless people killed and injured. Now was the best time to sign such an agreement.

Even if he wanted to find out, he couldn't, after all, Xingxi's people were wearing human skin masks and had many identities.

The last straw in his heart was also crushed. He looked at Xingxi with complicated eyes and continued to ask: "The female school is now on the right track. What do you want to do next?"

"Expand the scale of the Business School and the Women's College." Shen Xingxi paused and said tentatively: "The Women's College must be ordered by the court, and I will also let Baiye earn some money for the national treasury."

"You really have a way." Mo Hongyun smiled self-deprecatingly and leaned on the bathtub. "Xingxi, I feel so uncomfortable. Can you help me forget my troubles?"

Shen Xingxi's eyes reddened slightly and she nodded.

She slowly leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips.

Bitterness and saltiness spread in the two people's mouths, revealing reluctance and sadness.

Her lips moved to his Adam's apple, and each touch was like the gentle brush of a feather, yet with an indescribable tenderness.

Mo Hongyun pushed back the tears in his eyes, put her hand on himself, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sister, please be harder."

Shen Xingxi closed her eyes, bit his neck, rubbed his skin red with her hands, but subconsciously reduced the strength.

Mo Hongyun's voice trembled and choked: "Sister, please be a little harder, I want it to hurt."

He wanted to stop the pain with pain.

Shen Xingxi put her hands around his neck, gradually applying force.

Mo Hongyun raised his head, released the internal force in his body, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.