Li Huang

I didn't see Shen Xiyao again in the next few days. Every morning, an imperial doctor will check my pulse, and a little palace lady will bring medicinal decoctions and meals on time. Only at such a moment, the golden lock will be opened, and at the same time, the light of the silver gun of the guard outside the house will be stronger.

In fact, there is no need for such a golden lock, nor the threat of Shen Xiyao. I will not leave here. This is my best opportunity. I must seize it and become the peony that always makes kings smile.

I have been trying to persuade this idea for a few days, even every time I think deeply, I will tremble slightly because of the resistance from the bottom of my heart. Every time I close my eyes, there is always a pair of affectionate eyes with sadness falling on me. But I still gritted my teeth and made up my mind. I can't let this opportunity pass. This is the only chance I can find out the facts, avenge my father, and repay my kindness.

However, judging from the current situation, it is not difficult to regain Shen Xiyao's favor, but to return to the position of queen, he must find another way, a method that makes him have to pick me up from "Pengdao Yaotai".

So, I feel as if I unintentionally sighed to the little palace lady who delivered the medicine, that it was boring for a long time, if I could just do something to kill the time.

When I woke up from a nap that day, I saw the small leaf red sandalwood square table under the window, and I had put pen, ink, paper, inkstone and needlework in the embroidery shed. There are also several books, in addition to the familiar "Female Commandments", "Inner Ze", "Chun Qiu", "Historical Records", and even "Huainan Honglie".

The edges and corners of these books are slightly worn, and the paper is not made in recent years. I think they should be rare and ancient books from the inner library. Putting his fingers on the slightly yellowed paper, his hands looked as clean as silk and slender as a green onion tube. There is no decoration on the finger, nor has it been dyed with Dancome, but there is a kind of simple, elegant and pure beauty that I dare not look directly at.

In the past, I never cared about looks. But now it's different. All my beauty must be brought to the extreme and displayed in front of Shen Xiyao.

Beauty and talent will make him unbearable.

It was sad for Israel to serve people, but it was even more sad when it became a maid again.

I didn't see him for about three days. On this day, I put on a short primrose-colored anemone shawl and leaned on the apricot five-bat five-life pillow, and read a book of "Spring and Autumn" in the sunlight through the window. The daylight is warm, and my eyelids are heavy, and my hand holding the book is weak. Finally, the book got out of my hand and fell gently beside me, and my body slid to one side.

Someone gently supported my Jian Lean's body, carefully and gently laid me down on the long collapse, and took a soft silk quilt to cover me, and then put away the book that fell aside. In fact, I heard his footsteps when he entered the main hall, and then pretended to be asleep. At this moment, I squinted slightly, watching Shen Xiyao carefully insert a golden leaf into the page I had read before, and then put it on the table.

Seeing that he was about to leave when he was done, I turned my mind, rolled over and slipped off the quilt, and then made a babble-like "umh" sound.

Sure enough, he paused, then turned around and re-covered the quilt for me but did not leave, the hesitation on his face was obvious. I didn't dare to squint again for fear that he would notice it. I could only feel his breathing getting closer and closer. After that, two warm lips fell on my forehead.

I gave a soft "um" sound, turned my side slightly to shrink myself, a faint smile appeared on my face, and then I really fell asleep.

The next day, I was still drinking the soup after dinner and saw Shen Xiyao walking in.

When he came in, I was not drinking the medicine, holding it in my hand and looking at the little palace lady next to me with a reluctant face.

"Lady, drink it quickly, the imperial doctor ordered. This medicine must be drunk hot to see effect."

This little palace lady is the only person I can see here except Shen Xiyao. I only know that she is Su Xin, who was selected from the outer court. So she wouldn't know who I was, and she couldn't inquire about it. The only thing she has to do is to serve me well, and when my future is confirmed, she will be released from the palace.

Su Xin is the favored youngest daughter of a wealthy family. She has to go to the palace because of the election. It is her lifelong hope to return home. With this opportunity at this time, she was naturally naïve and quick to act, doing everything impeccably.

Zhang Dehai couldn't figure out what Shen Xiyao was thinking, and he could only do so now. But the title is troublesome. Calling "Niang Niang" is wrong, "Mrs." is not appropriate, "Girl" is not right, calling "Xie Niang" is afraid Shen Xiyao will immediately kill them, calling "Ling Niang" is afraid of being guessed. . In the end, I can only compromise according to the folk's name for married women, calling me "maiden" without adding a surname.

"It's too bitter." I looked at her: "I'm good, I don't need to drink anymore."

"Fortunately, it's the imperial doctor who has the final say." Shen Xiyao's voice resounded abruptly beside me. I was startled and dropped the medicine bowl on my body.

The hot soup was sprinkled on my body. Although I subconsciously tilted my body, most of it still spilled on my legs.

Su Xin exclaimed, before she had time to take out the veil on her breast to wipe it off for me, Shen Xiyao pushed her away, directly picked me up on the high stool, lifted off the six black dresses, and looked nervously at her. Legs burned red by medicine.

I was ashamed and scared, and at the same time, I was inexplicably disturbed by his such dignified behavior.

Zhang Dehai hurriedly called the imperial physician, and Su Xin quickly replaced the wet cushion and dried the couch. Then cowardly stood aside, frightened thinking about it.

The imperial doctor arrived soon, and it was inconvenient to show people because of the injury on the leg. Fortunately, the skirt was not very serious. After inquiring carefully, the imperial physician prescribed ointment and herbal tea for dispelling fire, and then retired tremblingly in Shen Xiyao's unhappy eyes.

"So careless." Shen Xiyao finally spoke again, he didn't even look at Su Xin: "Go and decoct again."

Su Xin walked out hurriedly, and there were only two of us left in the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing.

"The emperor," I was thinking about how to open the topic. He had walked to the table and picked up the poem I wrote when I was fine.

"Yue Xuan Ming Jing is in the blue sky, alone in the Nagato Palace."

"Feelings are gradually becoming late, Luan Jing Zhu Yan is shocked and secretly changed."

"Following the past, I feel sad and sad. I missed the arrow and moved, and I felt a little cold. I gradually sobbed and painted a few corners. Toward the idle window, I stopped the light and Xiang Xiao, hugged the shadow."

Since ancient times, poems are the most inspiring and touching. These verses and words strike people's hearts. There were tears on the dark lottery paper, and the halo was filled with the lower letters of the hairpin written in thick ink, which was even more sad.

"Now, what is it?" He suddenly looked at me and asked.

I looked directly at those deep black eyes with calm and firm eyes, and slowly said: "Who can tell a loneliness. It is a preface, and it is always lighthearted."

"Foreword, always take a light burden..." Shen Xiyao repeatedly chanted these six words, the ink in his eyes faded a little, but the pain was replaced.

"Foreword, it's always light-hearted." He suddenly laughed loudly, but the laugh was particularly sad to me.

"Are you complaining about me?" He looked straight at me with a torch-like gaze, and his voice was particularly thin: "Is I still wrong?"

I opened my mouth, but couldn't say a word, so I turned my head aside. He turned my face over with his hand, his eyes met, his eyes filled with hostility, and I finally did not dodge, and greeted me.

"Xi Yao..." I was about to defend myself, and believed that my words would untie his knot.

However, before I said anything, Zhang Dehai rushed in suddenly, his face beaming with joy.

"The emperor," he said loudly, completely ignoring the situation in the palace at this moment: "My lord, great joy!"

"What?" Shen Xiyao let go and walked straight to the outer hall, not forgetting to lock the door.

Their dialogue came clearly, and my heart sank.

"The emperor, I'm overjoyed, I'm pregnant with my concubine."

"Are you sure?" Shen Xiyao's tone was excited.

"In reply to the emperor, the imperial physician has confirmed!" Zhang Dehai's voice was full of joy.

"I'll go take a look." Shen Xiyao said as he walked out of the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, without even giving me a light look.

I slowly fell to the ground. Hefei is the highest-ranking concubine in the harem. She is not as good as Concubine Liu and Concubine Li, but three or four times a month. She was born noble but not as arrogant as Li Fei, quite talented but not lonely like Concubine Liu, and her appearance is not inferior to Yi Zhaorong. Her calm temperament can relax the emperor, and her prominent family can be used by the emperor, and she can be favored by the emperor. Can flow long.

Shen Xiyao's long-lasting but unfailing love for her is actually like water, but it can flow for a long time.

Shen Xiyao is naturally happy, and now the royal heirs are thin, only Linglong is a princess. If the concubine and concubine can give birth to a prince, then... my heart tightens, and fear and rejection rise. If so, I am afraid she will become my biggest obstacle.

With full of sorrow, I walked to the table. A piece of rice paper was dazzlingly white on the table. I picked up the pen to write something to relieve the depression in my heart, but I couldn't finish the pen. "P", a drop of thick ink dripped, and a striking black flower bloomed on the rice paper.

That night, I spent it in panic and disappointment. The pregnancy with the concubine was the expectation of the Daxi Dynasty for so many years. At the same time, she will also gain more favor and attachment from the emperor. And I was just a woman who threatened him, murdered him, turned away from him, trampled on his emperor's dignity, and harmed his compatriots. At this moment, in comparison, he should disgust me even more.

Turning over, the night was long, and I gradually fell asleep in the heavy heart.

In the next few days, although Shen Xiyao was reviewing memorials in the outside day by day, he never stepped into this place. Su Xin didn't dare to tell me a word, and her life returned to the silence before. I can only spend my time doing embroidery, painting and daze.

Like a bird in a cage, a bird forgotten by its owner.

The last stitch was dropped on the new veil, the dazzling weeping rose was placed on the emerald-green silk veil, stretched out to highlight a red candle on the silver candle holder of the two dragons in the sea of ​​clouds in front of the table, intending to re- Go to rest after reading a fault.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, very light but rushing. I distinguished it carefully, it was the sound of the eunuch's soap boots falling on the gold bricks. It should be Zhang Dehai, and he is the only one who can enter and exit here when Shen Xiyao is away.

Sure enough, with a crash, Zhang Dehai walked in.

"Lady, the emperor has ordered you to take you to the Xinghua Spring Pavilion." He wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead to cover up the panic in his heart.

I was stunned, my hand froze when I took Tizi, and said in an incredibly unbelievable tone: "Manager Zhang, you mean Xinghua Spring Pavilion?"

Zhang Dehai smirked and nodded hard, "Please also ask the lady to move."

I gritted my teeth and looked at a dark bamboo-green pigmented nightgown on me, and said, "Please allow me to change clothes."

Zhang Dehai looked at me embarrassedly: "Lady...the emperor is calling..."

He didn't say any more, I knew it was not easy for him, but I was imprisoned here without a long coat like a cloak. Asking me to go out in my nightgown at this moment is extremely reluctant.

Zhang Dehai seemed to see my reluctance, so he paused and said, "Please also ask the lady to hurry up."

I cast a grateful look at him, and after the four four seasons hunting screens, I quickly put on a flower-cyan embroidered pair of cranes and lotus plackets, put my hair in a bun, and inserted a hibiscus jade hairpin, fearing that others would wear it again. The veil, then went with Zhang Dehai.

Such a dress, even the powder is not applied at all, it is really not suitable for the face. But I thought to myself that Shen Xiyao summoned me to the Xinghua Spring Hall. I didn't want to admire my clothes.

There, it's just a place where concubines under the fourth rank and below sleep, and like Junlu Hall, I don't like it at all.