His sincere act made Bai Ji and Po Li, who had always been prejudiced against him, change their views on him as time passed.
And the innocent little Qin'e liked him even more. She often shouted to the maids: "The fourth prince is so kind to our princess."
The officials and palace people on duty in Lingxi Palace all sighed: "Our prince and princess are the only couple left in the palace, and their relationship is so good that it is enviable!"
Since that month of late autumn, Zhao Changyuan has never seen Hang Wei again, even though the East Palace is not too far from the Lingxi Palace where he currently lives.
First, the second princess, Zhou Yichun, asked for divorce and left the palace, and then the third prince, Zhao Zhihao, died inexplicably. The entire Nanyue Palace has become a turbulent battlefield.
At this time, if he saw Hang Wei again, he would undoubtedly be joking with their lives. Therefore, although Zhao Changyuan was always immersed in heart-wrenching thoughts at the beginning, he always retained the last trace of reason.
At first, he was glad that Gong Yueyue's illness came at the right time. It gave Zhao Changyuan, who wanted to retreat from the world, a flawless excuse, and his careful care of Gong Yueyue became their
The perfect proof that the couple is married.
Originally, in the beginning, it was indeed because of these external factors that Zhao Changyuan stayed in front of Gong Yueyue's bedside.
However, some things, especially people's hearts, are always undergoing many subtle changes unconsciously. Zhao Changyuan's feelings for Gong Yueyue slowly changed over the past month.
One morning in early winter, Gong Yueyue, who had been sleeping for a long time, finally opened her eyes slightly. She gently supported the soft and thick mattress with her soft white palms, slowly stood up and leaned softly on the plum blossom satin.
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Gong Yueyue pursed her thin red lips, and a dry taste flowed in her throat. She was about to ask for water, but she unexpectedly lowered her slender eyelashes.
Zhao Changyuan, who was fast asleep on the cold edge of the bed, suddenly looked into Gong Yueyue's hazy eyes, thinking it was a dream. Gong Yueyue raised her hand and rubbed her eyes in disbelief, but when she looked again, it was still him.
I never knew that he could be so cute when he was sleeping soundly. His black eyelashes fell quietly under his eye circles, and his fair face had a rather fascinating brilliance in the yellowish candlelight.
At that moment, a soft part in Gong Yueyue's heart was deeply touched, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch Zhao Changyuan's lovely face. Just as her hand was hanging in the air and about to fall but hesitated, the sleeping Zhao Changyuan
She murmured in her sleep, and that slightly magnetic voice whispered her name, which was clearly her name: "Yueyue."
The slender hand that was about to fall on his face suddenly withdrew and stared at Zhao Changyuan, who was enveloped in deep sleep. Gong Yueyue couldn't help but have a comfortable smile on her lips. As soon as she lowered her head, hot tears flowed down her pure white cheeks.
Cheeks fall.
Gong Yueyue gently put on a thick velvet satin dress placed on the bed, gently opened the warm quilt, and carefully got up and got out of bed, fearing that any movement was too heavy and would wake up the sleeping Zhao Changyuan.
The little maid who dozed in the dark night was not disturbed by Gong Yueyue's light footsteps. She still nodded her head up and down and fell asleep in the cold air.
Gently and slowly walking out of the painted red door of Lingxi Palace, Gong Yueyue immediately felt a cool touch spreading throughout her body, but her heart was burning.
The dark blue full moon is hanging upright, and the cool, watery moonlight spreads softly in the exquisite garden of Lingxi Palace. A plum tree stretches out its beautiful branches, and there are faintly delicate buds of plum blossoms.
Revealed on the branches.
With a gentle breath, a wave of hot air danced gracefully in front of her eyes, and Gong Yueyue's petite white cheeks looked even more white and beautiful under the bright moonlight.
Gently stretching out her thin arms, Gong Yueyue was completely immersed in the silence of the dark night, and her movements were like a nameless dance.
Many years later, when Zhao Changyuan recalled the fate of knowing each other between him and Gong Yueyue, he would always be startled by a dance.
Under the moonlight, a woman with a cold temperament danced her body gently, a faint fragrance faintly entered her nose with her gentle movements, and the light purple and blue satin dress brought out the femininity that she had never bloomed.
It was on that night that Zhao Changyuan believed that he finally discovered the scent of the newly awakened woman hidden deep in Gong Yueyue's body. After this drunkenness, Zhao Changyuan felt that he would never wake up again.
In the quiet night, the melodious sound of a clear flute broke through the silence of the sky, and also startled Gong Yueyue into dancing. After turning around, Gong Yueyue stopped with a slight breath, and the white parrot's cloud shoes were strung together.
The round pearl is still shaking.
Seeing the surprised expression on her fair face, Zhao Changyuan slowly approached her with a naughty smile on his lips. As he got closer and closer, her thin and exquisite body was only one step away.
Hearing the sound of the flute getting closer and closer, Gong Yueyue could not see where the flute player was. She couldn't help turning around, her eyes were startled, and she saw Zhao Changyuan, who was wearing a jade-white satin shirt, holding a flute in his hand.
The green bamboo flute stared at her with smiling eyes.
The music stopped, and she stared at Zhao Changyuan, who was as gentle as jade in front of her. Gong Yueyue understood the increasingly fiery meaning in his eyes in the quiet night.
She couldn't help but feel a panic in her heart. She had seen this kind of profound thing from another man's eyes before, and although this man's figure gradually became blurred, it had always been a hidden pain in her heart.
"No!" Gong Yueyue murmured lowly on her lips, turning away quickly, wanting to leave this warm but dangerous place immediately.
Unexpectedly, a gentle and generous hand grasped her soft white and slender hand. In a flash of thought, Gong Yueyue spun lightly and fell into Zhao Changyuan's gentle embrace.
Feeling Zhao Changyuan's overwhelming smell of ice flakes and the faint masculine scent entering her nose, Gong Yueyue's pale cheeks slowly turned a blush.
Maybe it was because of loneliness, maybe because she had been strong for too long. For a moment, Gong Yueyue didn't want to break away from Zhao Changyuan's arms. Instead, she lay quietly and meekly on his chest, pondering for a long time, and Gong Yueyue said softly: "I
I can’t be so close to you.”
Sniffing the faint fragrance in her green and black hair, Zhao Changyuan's deep eyes suddenly darkened. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "I know, I am also very conflicted. Not only because of Hang Wei, but also because you are seriously ill and lethargic.
The name I called, Lin Wei."
Gong Yueyue closed her eyes leisurely, and heard Zhao Changyuan's strong heartbeat in her ears. A feeling of peace of mind spread between the two of them, and she whispered: "You know everything?"
Zhao Changyuan's chin gently touched Gong Yueyue's fluffy black hair, feeling the tenderness she had never shown in front of others. For a moment, his heart turned into a gentle lake, and he slowed down his voice: "I guess, he