Li Huang

Xihe would also inadvertently mention his imperial brother and their childhood. At that time, he was not King Yu, and Shen Xiyao was just the third son of the emperor. The time was happy, there was no burden, no responsibility, only two brothers who loved each other.

I looked at his clear face in the night, and the bright eyes reflected in the dazzling stars. Those eyes were full of happiness, so I became happy too.

"The emperor treats you very differently. If you don't follow me, you can still maintain the kind of brotherly respectful feelings." I said softly.

Xihe didn't answer, he turned his head to look at me: "Where are you, I will go wherever you are. Even if I can only look at you quietly, I am willing." He paused, regretting: "I thought Brother Huang loved you. , I can remove all dangers for you and prevent you from being hurt." He stared at me for a long time: "But I was wrong. I should have taken you out of the palace quietly, so that there would be no sad things."

I looked at him in surprise, his expression was serious when he said this, but he looked a bit like Shen Xiyao.

"I lost my child..." Xi He hesitated for a while and asked, "You must be in pain in your heart."

I was stunned for a long time, that child is an indelible wound in my heart, I always avoid it deliberately, deliberately thinking that it is Ling Xuewei's past, not Xie Niang.

"What about you?" I gave Xi He a thin smile, and said softly: "Is your concubine pregnant too? You should be sad to leave suddenly."

Xi He didn't speak, but his almost perfect profile was darkened. His eyebrows were frowned, and he slowly said a shocking answer.

"That kid...not mine."

At that time, I was so shocked that I almost stood up, fixedly looking at him with a pair of eyes, and he only smiled faintly.

"It's a child of a guard in the palace. I have never touched her. How can I have a child? I wanted to keep her alive. I would send them away after the child was reported to be in childbirth. I don’t want the queen mother to find out that something is wrong. She recruited it. The queen mother was furious and gave her three lives."

"Three lives?" I looked at him in astonishment, and instantly understood, how would the queen mother let the guard go?

Xi He's gaze cast into the distance, as if all kinds of things passed by him that day. My heart clenched with his frowning eyebrows. His words came like smoke and mist, with a compassionate smile: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with them. We are at fault, and we pretend to think it is grace." Xi He laughed mockingly: "But I foresee When it's there, think of a way to send them away. Now the child should be able to walk..."

I smiled and nodded, and leaned my body into his arms. No one could give that warmth.

I turned over and seemed to see Xi He's warm and caring smile in the ink-colored sky again. As a result, I felt comfortable all over, and my face couldn't help but smile.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but Xu was in that boundless and clear memory. I think I will return to Huangjiacun in my dream and meet him again.

When I woke up again in the cool and fragrant morning, I found myself lying flat on the bed, surrounded by warm and comfortable surroundings, with the fragrance of yuzhu scented all around, which made people clear and clear.

Taking a deep breath greedily, there is an almost negligible scent of ambergris in this yuzhu incense.

Looking up, a set of neatly folded lake-blue skirts on the couch is placed in an ebony tray. Next to it, there is an open sandalwood tangled branch and lotus carved makeup box with a few beads and a handful of wood. Comb, and a few small round boxes with painted enamel, which should be rouge gouache or the like.

The clear water was contained in a large wooden barrel behind the screen, calm without a ripple. A snow-white cloth towel was placed on the ebony shelf next to it. I tested the water temperature with my hands and it was a little hot. It seems someone came in here not long ago.

Without thinking about it, I soak in and wash it carefully. Whether Shen Xiyao is going to send me back to the maddening loneliness or to the desperate dressing bureau, I don't care about it. I wouldn't even blink my eyes even if I asked me on the spot. The only thing I want to do at this time is to clean myself up.

After the bath, the whole body relaxed and relaxed, as if he had relieved the burden of years. I wiped myself dry and put on the tunic.

This is not the dress of a court lady, nor is it the dress of a concubine, it looks more like the dress of a wealthy family wife.

Although this dress is made of cotton, it doesn't look rich and expensive like brocade, but it is very precious because of the exquisite embroidery on it. In fact, it seems that the fabric is very scarce and the color is peculiar. It should be presented by Tianzhu.

In fact, if it is strictly speaking, it is not a turquoise skirt, but a tiny turquoise pattern tied and dyed on a white cotton cloth. It is dense and complicated, so the big eyes look like It is lake blue.

On this cotton fabric, there is a huge lifelike white peony blooming on the skirt, and the luxuriant branches and leaves multiply all the way to the waist, pushing out a budding flower bone flower. The peony was as vivid as it was freshly picked, and even the whole dress had a faint fragrance. A sky blue veil thin as a cicada's wings covers the plain tube top, and the silk is covered with a simple peony pattern outlined with silver powder. In the sun, there will be a shining brilliance.

I rolled my hair into the simplest flat bun, put a white pearl peony flower on the sideburn, and fixed the bun behind my head with a silver hairpin with Dongzhu inlaid on the top. Such a dress looks simple and elegant at first glance, neither frivolous nor luxurious, but with gestures, the whole person's nobility and elegance emerge from it. In fact, this is a set of wear that tests temperament.

The only shortcoming is that my posture is much thinner than before, and my clothes are a bit generous, but I also appear weak and unpretentious. I am very pitiful.

I was holding up the last pearl flower to be pinned in the hair bun, and with a "click" the door lock was opened, and Shen Xiyao walked in in a court suit. The golden dragon robe was exceptionally dazzling and majestic in the morning light, making one dare not look up. When I saw his figure, my hands couldn't help stopping at the temples, and my heart "jumped" with fear.

It was quiet and depressing. The atmosphere made me almost unable to breathe normally. For some reason, I always feel like a mouse meets a cat when I see him. I slowly raised my head to look at him, his eyes fell on me, and a trace of pain and pity flashed past.

I lowered my head and dared not look again, the previous indifferent disappeared at this time. I was suddenly worried about the future. His eyes fell unconsciously by the window, and the shiny silver guns of the guards flashed occasionally, revealing an endless sense of killing.

A hand suddenly covered my forehead, and then I heard Shen Xiyao's impatient and cold voice.

"Since I'm sick, take a good rest and get up for what?"

I looked up at him and met his eyes. He looked away in a panic, and looked like a **** child. But he handed a thin glass bowl: "Drink it."

There was a yellow-brown decoction in the bowl, and it smelled unique to the finest herbs. I drank it without thinking about it, but the entrance was not bitter, and there was a faint sweetness.

"The emperor, the sinner should go back." I whispered softly: "The Hall of Cultivation of the Heart is noble, not where the sinner should be."

Shen Xiyao ignored me. He had already walked out with his hands under his hands. When his emotionless voice came from outside the door, my heart beat.

"I think this is where you should be."

It seemed that after a long time, I thought he was gone, but from the hollow I saw a bright yellow figure.

"Heal here until you get better. I have to think about how to deal with you." There was a frosty smile in his voice: "Xie Niang, are you? You'll be born here to stay. Ruo. Wu I spoke out of this door, not only the Ling family, but also your Xie Lang, all were punished on treason."

Rebellion, I listened quietly, with a helpless arc at the corner of my mouth, that was the crime of extinguishment.

"You want to be Xie Niang, I am just as you wish."

His words kept lingering in my ears for a long time, until I finally understood what he meant.

In the end, I heard the sound of the lock falling softly, and he ordered Zhang Dehai to have dinner at the Changchun Palace.