"Are you pitying me?" Zhao Changyuan looked at Gong Yueyue, broke away from her hand, and rolled up his sleeves to leave.
Gong Yueyue was stunned for a moment. How could he have such an idea? It was hard for him to say an affectionate word, but people thought he was pitying him? Gong Yueyue had a headache. Why is this man always a little bit agitated?
Do you have strange thoughts that you can’t understand?
Seeing that the man's body had left the table, Gong Yueyue quickly grabbed him: "No, no! I feel sad! Of course... I'm also angry."
Her hand grasped his, the tentacles were smooth, but the tip of her index finger was covered with gauze and was slightly rough. On the contrary, the two touches were very lingering, evoking a different kind of deep thought.
Gong Yueyue's voice was slightly hoarse: "I think I am indeed not a qualified partner. Even things like the anniversary of my aunt's death are learned from others."
Gong Yueyue did not use the honorific title "Empress Lan", but "aunt". Zhao Changyuan's heart moved slightly. In fact, he had no memory of his mother-in-law, the Empress Lan in the mouth of others.
In fact, this is quite normal. Zhao Changyuan was only a few months old when Concubine Lan passed away. Later, he was sent to Empress Yuan to be raised. After that, he had no children. He was treated well, and the eunuchs and maids did not mention him in front of him.
His biological mother, therefore, he knew very little about his mother when he was young.
Later, after the death of Empress Yuan, the late emperor married the empress Yue. His good days as the adopted son of the late empress came to an end. At that time, he was only four or five years old, and his thoughts were all about how to survive, and he did not care about it.
past someone.
In fact, even if I occasionally think about someone in my heart, I still think about Empress Yuan. As for his mother-in-law, she naturally respects her when she finds out later. But I still can't put too much emotion into it. Indeed, I have no feeling at all for someone who I don't know and is dead.
It is really difficult to invest emotionally in someone who has no way to get close to them, especially family affection.
Maybe he is also a cold-blooded person. As a son, his feelings for his biological mother are mediocre. However, the Shao family has lived with his mother and concubine for many years. In the end, he even forgot the anniversary of his mother's death. It is really ironic to talk about family affection!
"You know, no matter what discomfort or dissatisfaction you have in your heart, or what kind of cold treatment or grievance you have suffered, you never say it. You pretend to be too good." Gong Yueyue lowered his head.
Lowering her eyes, she knew that he was feeling miserable!
"But you know, there are some things that others won't know if you don't tell yourself." Gong Yueyue stood up and walked towards Zhao Changyuan, stretched out her hand to take back the hand he had just broken away from hers, and held it with both hands.
He wrapped his palm around it, "I know you can't let go, and you may feel uncomfortable at first, but that will really make you feel freer. It's already been very difficult for you, why do you still treat yourself so badly?"
"It's really distressing for you to be like this." Gong Yueyue held Zhao Changyuan's hand tightly, "Do you know how much I hate the Shao family now? I wish I could burn down their house now.
Why do they live in a house built with your money, yet treat you so cruelly?"
"I really want those people who try to hurt you to die! I really want to, really want to..." Gong Yueyue's eyes became a little distant, and her hands gradually became stronger, "Let them all die!"
Zhao Changyuan gradually frowned as he watched Gong Yueyue, and then he heard someone outside say: "Master, breakfast is ready, do you want to bring it in?"
With the previous lesson learned, no one dared to break in directly, so they had no choice but to knock on the door outside.
Gong Yueyue was brought back to her thoughts by this man's words, and she was shocked to realize that she had almost lost control. She looked up at Zhao Changyuan's face and found that his expression was natural, so she breathed a sigh of relief. However, Zhao Changyuan is so sensitive.
How could this sigh escape his ears?
Why did she sigh? Did she do something shameful? It was really not easy to make Gong Yueyue feel guilty.
The cook in the palace's kitchen did her duty as expected. The table was full of medicinal food without exception. Gong Yueyue frowned fiercely because she had smelled the herbal medicine since she was a child. She really didn't care about it no matter what.
Can't like it.
Green fermented rice, Xue Wu took a group of girls and finished breakfast and went out. As before, only Zhao Changyuan and Gong Yueyue were left in the side hall. Gong Yueyue looked at the table of medicinal food with a headache: "You know,
Don’t take medicine indiscriminately.”
Without asking about his own physical condition, he prepared such a large table of medicated meals. What if the properties of the medicines he took conflicted with each other? Even if the properties of the medicines did not conflict with each other, it would be useless to eat such a bunch of medicines.
If the relevant medicine remains in the body, it is poison.
There is nothing wrong with the saying that medicine is equal to three parts poison.
"You can just eat, but where do you come from with so many words? Why don't I, the king, accompany you to eat as well? Are you still aggrieved?"
"Of course not." Gong Yueyue said this against her will, and then resigned to her fate and began to put rice in her mouth.
It's not that she doesn't want to maintain the manners of a young lady, it's just that this medicinal diet is not to her liking, Gong Yueyue said in her heart.
In fact, although it is said to be a medicinal diet, it is naturally impossible to make it as bitter as the concoction. Especially when it is put into the mouth of a noble person like Zhao Changyuan, it is naturally impossible to be so bitter that it is difficult to swallow. At most, it has a medicinal taste. However, for
Gong Yueyue is a person who has been accustomed to the smell of medicine since she was a child. Even if the smell here is not strong, it is enough to make her tired.
Gong Yueyue only filled up some red bean and japonica rice porridge, which was the most normal in her opinion, and stirred it slowly and leisurely in the jade bowl with a spoon. Zhao Changyuan couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips when he saw her posture:
"Before, I was still shouting about being hungry, but now I am very relaxed."
"Your Highness, what you said is wrong." Gong Yueyue smiled, "As a woman from an aristocratic family, she should have the courage and strategy to remain calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai. How can she break the rules of eating because of this small medicinal meal.
"
It turns out that she, Gong Yueyue, also has her own rules! Zhao Changyuan couldn't help laughing after hearing this. In terms of those who don't follow the rules, there are very few girls in the boudoir who are ranked high. This second daughter of Gong Yi's house
Sister, however, was ranked first. She actually mentioned the word "rules" in front of him now, which really made him want to laugh.
In fact, she has never been a gentleman in her heart. Just counting from the time when he visited the boudoir at night and met Gong Yueyue taking a bath many years ago, she may have been separated from the word "gentleman" for a long time.
opened.
Gong Yueyue looked at his appearance and knew what he was thinking. The desolate atmosphere lingered around her, making her unable to help but feel a little sad: "If I say I am the same as you,
Do you think I'm cold-blooded?"
"Actually, what does it matter if you are cold-blooded? What if you are not cold-blooded? Some things cannot be resisted by external forces. I lost my mother when I was four years old. Although I have some impressions in my mind, they are only limited to the fact that my mother loved to take care of the flowers and plants. Besides,
If there hadn’t been a portrait of my mother at home, I would never have remembered it.” (To be continued)