He smiled, his voice still round and smooth: "Thank you for your fulfillment."

"What a pity, it's as graceful as a stunning geese, and as gentle as a roaming dragon. What a beautiful person, Wanqing Wanqing, you're making things difficult for me..."

The charming voice seemed to be muttering to himself a few words, and then giggled, "Forget it, let's not mention it. But you did a good job in this mission. I am in a good mood. Tell me, what do you want me to reward you?"

"Dugu Jialuo... His name is Dugu Jialuo?" The lifeless voice murmured and repeated.

"Well, it's the red horn in the capital. Mr. Liu mentioned a few days ago while talking to me. Why don't I know what he is thinking? I just want to do a favor...

That child is also a miserable life. Such a smart and clear person must be raised by a scholarly family. What a pity. The family probably was ruined, otherwise he would not have become a lower-ranking actor..."

"Dugu Jialuo, Dugu Jialuo..."

Gala's cold and lingering voice called his name softly, and the bitter and confused smell in his voice even felt his heart trembling slightly. Then, he heard a man kneeling on the ground, and the sound of the pearl falling from the jade plate said word by word: "Empress, Empress is generous, I have always said that I have no one to serve you... I will dare to ask you for someone today, and I hope the Empress can fulfill it!"

"Oh?" The charming voice drew the ending sound, with a dangerous aura, "Did you fall in love with the one kneeling outside the door?"

"The Empress is wise."

He didn't know what conditions she had used to ask for him from the empress. When he woke up again, he was already lying on a soft bed. Several braziers not far from the bed baked the room warmly as spring. The feeling of needles on his knees made him clench his teeth.

"Your knees have been medicine, please lie down. If you kneel in the snow for so long, you will be ruined. If your knees are ruined, you will never think of going to the stage in your life." A cold and indifferent voice was nice, but not too much emotion was revealed. He turned his head and saw the Gala sitting on the chair next to the bed who was looking at him coldly.

At that moment, he was a little surprised, surprised at her youth, and even more surprised at how such a young girl had such a lifeless pair of eyes. Her petite and thin body seemed to be able to hold it in the palm of her hand with her hands gently closed.

The little face of the size of a palm was still childish. If it weren't for the fact that Gala had already had a meaning, he might have thought he was only twelve or thirteen years old, but how could those eyes look like a little girl? Those eyes were as deep as a pool of stagnant water, leaving only deadness and hostility. The boundless coldness made his heart sink.

"Don't worry, since you are mine, I will not let you die. Dugu Jialuo." She sighed softly, and when she spoke his name, her tone was so soft that he felt like he was wrong. "Come on, take good care of Dugu Jialuo. If he makes a little mistake, you will all be buried with him." As she said that, she stood up and turned away. Her back exuded a pressure that was inconsistent with age, but also fatigue that was not inconsistent with age.

Yes, he can't die, but what's the difference? His identity is still a male pet who can be tricked by others. He can only comfort himself and say that serving a Garo is much better than serving an old man.

He spent every day with this kind of mentality at that time, waiting for her to "pamper" and love him, but she didn't.

She was very busy, practicing martial arts, receiving orders, leaving the palace to do business, coming back to recuperate, and then receiving various trainings, but even so, she guaranteed to have two meals with him every day when she was in the palace, asking about the details of his life, food, clothing and expenses, and ensuring that he was not bullied by the palace people.

At first he told himself that it was because of his injury, but later he recovered and could return to the stage. She had no intention of letting him climb onto her bed.

He was really panicked now. This panic made him feel ridiculous. It turned out that even he himself felt that he could rely on was this beautiful skin. If he was not appreciated, he would even think that he was just a waste.

He suspected that she should have a new love, and this kind of thing is not uncommon among male pets. It is not a man's characteristic to be fond of the new and tired of the old. When a woman who has been suppressed for a long time has the right to choose, she will only become more serious than a man.

He was waiting for her to abandon her, but all he had waited for was a reward she invited for him: from then on, he only had to go out of the palace to sing three plays a month, and from then on, no matter who asked to be his guest of the curtain, it would not work.

He was speechless, perhaps just like the Empress told him that she was just your name.

He was just surprised at that time. Why could he understand every word the Empress said, but he couldn't understand it when combined? How ridiculous it was to spoil a person's name for no reason!

Until that day.

That day she finished her mission and came back. She broke into the door when he was already asleep, and rushed onto his bed with the coldness of the night wind.

Holding me, she stood in front of his bed, the moonlight outlined her thin and small figure, the expression on her face was blurred by the shadows, hugging me, her shoulders were trembling, and her figure was as thin as a paper man, like a living ghost, hugging me, she said over and over again, her voice trembling, no longer her usual coldness, and she was whimpering like a cat.

His heart suddenly hurts and he looks at her at a loss.

Didn't you hear me when I asked you to hug me? Or was she unwilling to do so? She suddenly sneered.

He was stunned for a moment, mocking his behavior just now. As a male lover, could he not even meet such a request? So he hugged her and was shocked.

She was always so high in front of him, as if she was an invincible king, and she always asked him so coldly and calmly how he had he healed, whether he had eaten well or not, whether he had been neglected by his servants. His tone has always made him forget that she was just a little girl.

But the moment he hugged her into his arms, the bones that almost hurt his chest and the light little body that seemed to be empty made his heart contract. The alcohol on her body was very heavy and cold, as if she had been standing in the air vent after being drunk for a long time.

He took her into his arms and warmed her with his own body temperature, but she was so cold that the ends of her hair were cold, and her small body was trembling and almost disintegrating. He suddenly felt a little wet in his chest. He was stunned, closed his eyes gently, and put his arms tighter. Finally, a short, unsuppressed cry came from his arms.

She was crying.

He could only keep this position silently, but the person in his arms cried so silently, with only the scary scapula and the water marks spreading from his chest, and the occasional soft cry that he could not hold back to let him know that she was crying.

"Stop crying, stop crying..." He couldn't help but hold her face up from his chest, and there was a hint of sob in his voice. No, if this continues, his heart will be broken... The little face is covered with tears. After he pulled it out of his arms, he immediately shook his hand off, wiped away the tears with two force, and then looked at him calmly.

But the red-collided eyes were still crying, and then the little mouth and nose were still breathing, and they couldn't hide it. Just when he was about to be amused by her inappropriate appearance, she suddenly raised her lips and laughed at him. She smiled so hard, and she had to hold back the tears that had been in her eyes and fell down.

He was stunned, and then suddenly became angry. He didn't know why he was angry, but she was crying heartbrokenly and forced herself to laugh, which angered him in an instant.

He wiped her tears with his fingertips and slammed the smile on her face: "Don't laugh! Didn't you hear it? Why do you laugh when you feel uncomfortable? Why! If you smile again, you will throw you out..."

"Don't throw it out...Don't throw it out..." She suddenly hugged his arm, and her little face wrinkled into a ball and started to cry. Such a shrill crying sound was like a wounded little beast. He felt ache in his heart, and tears even flowed down. He subconsciously hugged her tightly and said in a trembling voice: "Don't throw it out, don't throw it out..."

"Yang Shaoqing...Yang Shaoqing, Zhang Shaoqing...Don't leave me, don't leave me, I listen to you in everything, you can do whatever you ask me to do...Don't leave me..." She screamed heart-wrenchingly, and his body also stiffened in her crying and howling.

Who is she calling?

"Dugu Jialuo, Dugu Jialuo..." That snowy night, Gala's cold voice, who had never seen him, called his name softly. The bitter and confused smell in his voice even felt his heart tremble slightly, as he, a dying person.

"Did you fall in love with the one kneeling outside the door?" The charming voice had a dangerous aura that he could hear, but she just said that the Empress admitted without hesitation.

What she likes is your name. The beautiful and unparalleled woman looked at him lightly and sighed softly, as if she was able to see everything

Everything was connected to her crying and howling, and he understood everything.

Later he learned that when she left the palace to do business that day, she saw that person.

Dugu Jialuo and He Wanqing, she couldn't keep that person, she could only keep him; she couldn't give that person's favor, she could only give him all; she hadn't looked at him, so she risked to anger the empress because she didn't care at all.

She doesn't care whether it is beautiful or ugly; she doesn't care about the consequences it will bring; she doesn't care about his attitude towards her.

She only cares about his name, Dugu Jialuo and He Wanqing.

This is simply the deepest sigh in her heart.

How much does she love that person so that she can give him such unparalleled love because of such a name?
Chapter completed!