Chapter seven hundred and fiftieth eight pain in the heart
Gong Yueyue's butterfly-wing-thin eyelashes were silently soaked by the mist of tears. Holding back the sore tears on the tip of her nose, Gong Yueyue said lightly: "A few days ago, I received a message from Yang Zhai.
Letter from Chang'an."
After a pause, Gong Yueyue choked up and said: "His wife, Princess Yuzhang, is pregnant." After a pause, Gong Yueyue unconsciously buried her petite face into Zhao Changyuan's warm chest and said in a low voice: "
I know I shouldn't blame him, nor should I be angry, but my heart still hurts no matter what."
Seeing her speaking frankly about the pain in her heart, and feeling her surging heartbeat in her chest, Zhao Changyuan couldn't help but put his hand on Gong Yueyue's back, and said softly: "I don't know your pain." Hang Wei and I
We have known each other since childhood and were childhood sweethearts. Who knew that Princess Nanyun, who was about to marry my eldest brother, died of a sudden illness. Overnight, Hang Wei became my sister-in-law."
"On the night of the family banquet, you saw through my thoughts. I spoke indiscriminately and hurt you. It was my fault." Zhao Changyuan said apologetically while holding Gong Yueyue who was trembling slightly in his arms tightly.
Gently raising her pink face, she raised her starry eyes and caught a glimpse of the black night. Gong Yueyue's cool eyes gradually became warmer. She shook her head lightly and said softly: "I don't blame you, I should know her."
How important it is to you."
In the distance, Bai Ji and Po Li, who were still awake, were standing in front of the vermilion palace gate, looking at the pair of figures hugging each other under the moonlight plum tree.
A soft smile slowly spread on Bai Ji's dignified face. Although she was smiling, there were still tears in Bai Ji's big eyes. She couldn't help but slightly raised the tip of her nose. Bai Ji said happily: "
Miss Gong finally found temporary stability."
Knowing that she was deeply touched, Po Li smiled warmly, put his hand on Bai Ji's shoulder, leaned close to her affectionately, and said softly: "Aunt Bai, I haven't seen Gong Yueyue smile like this in a long time.
Only today did I realize that her coldness and coldness were all props for her to pretend to be strong."
After standing for a long time, Gong Yueyue, who had just recovered from a serious illness, felt her feet go soft, and her whole body went soft immediately. Zhao Changyuan quickly squatted down and hugged her to his chest.
The snow-white moonlight shrouded his handsome face. Gong Yueyue leaned gently on his broad arms and closed her tired eyes with peace of mind. A tender feeling secretly reflected on this lonely and deserted early winter night.
From that day on, some changes that Gong Yueyue had never imagined, like misty clouds, quietly filled the gap between her and Zhao Changyuan.
The same night was a tender moment for Gong Yueyue, but for Wang Lexhang, it was an unforgettable and painful time in his life.
In the past, the Chunling Palace always echoed with the endless laughter and laughter between her and the prince Zhao Hongji, but this night, Zhao Hongji changed his majestic appearance from the past.
He kept crawling into Wang Lexhang's arms, waving his hands in the air, looking frightened, staring straight ahead, and kept shouting: "Don't come over! Don't come over! Don't come to harm me!"
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Seeing Zhao Hongji's pale complexion, Wang Lexhang felt pain in his heart. He couldn't help but quickly said to the maid: "Go and ask the imperial doctor to come over!"
Lowering his eyelashes and staring at Zhao Hongji who was curled up in his arms, Wang Lexhang couldn't stop his pink tears from pouring out and choked up: "Hongji, you must be well. If anything happens to you, I will
How can you stay alone in this world?"
Hazy tears blurred Wang Lexhang's bright eyes, and the past came with the giggling laughter of a young child and the sound of horse hooves.
"Daddy, I want you to hug me!" Under the bright spring sun, a little girl wearing a pink spring shirt said coquettishly to a thin middle-aged man with her big watery eyes.
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As he said this, the little girl smiled and stretched out her pink hands, and ran towards the middle-aged man in a daze. He couldn't help being filled with joy, and the man knelt down and hugged the pink little girl.
In his arms, he said dotingly: "Le Shang, did you study hard with Master Li today?"
This pink girl was Wang Lexhang when she was young. Her father was still an official in the court at that time. She was a little older and by chance, she became a close friend of Zhao Bo'ai, Princess of Qiantang of South Vietnam, and followed her in and out of the palace's inner courtyard.
In the spring of that year, it was the season when pink cherry blossoms were falling. Wang Lexhang met the second prince Zhao Lixian under a beautiful and bright cherry tree.
Inadvertently, Wang Lexhang's girl's feelings jumped with joy as the pink cherry blossoms flew. At that time, that slender boy was the most secret happiness in her girlish dream.
Later, everything changed. The earth-shaking changes made her meet Prince Zhao Hongji while waiting uneasily in Chunling Hall.
Almost everyone believed that he was a rough man with a violent temper, but Wang Lexhang clearly saw the hidden loneliness in his cold eyes.
From the day she first arrived at the East Palace, Wang Lexhang knew that her heart and even her entire life were firmly entangled with Zhao Hongji.
Zhou Yimei stood in front of the Xihong wooden window in a daze, and a cold touch hit her delicate skin accurately as the wooden window opened.
The translucent moonlight quietly illuminated the deep palace, and the sad face of Zhou Yimei, who was dressed in plain clothes, added a different kind of charm in the dark night. Although, this charm was written by sadness.
A few months ago, wearing a brand-new red wedding dress and an exquisite wedding handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks, she entered the royal city and became the wife of the third prince Zhao Zhihao.
When the thin Zhao Zhihao lifted her hijab, Zhou Yimei's whole body was trembling nervously. Instantly, the bright light on her face shone on her beautiful melon-seed noodles. She couldn't help but pull up her sleeves to cover the dazzling light, and her ears
A gentle man's voice came from Youyou: "The wedding takes so long, you must be hungry too, right?"
Zhou Yimei, who has a lively nature, couldn't help but laugh out loud. Yingying put down her clothes, and a handsome young man suddenly came into view. She couldn't help but think to herself: "Is this the husband who will accompany me throughout my life?"
Reaching out to take the wedding cake from Zhao Zhihao, Zhou Yimei smiled greenly, and her mouth was filled with unquenchable joy.
After their wedding, the relationship between her and Zhao Zhihao became more and more inseparable as they got to know each other better and better. Zhao Zhihao, a modest and gentle man, never participated in government affairs.
Many days, under the dripping eaves of the deep palace, Zhao Zhihao would always hold Zhou Yimei's silky little hand tightly and say affectionately: "Yimei, I am content to have you by my side in this life. One day I will take you with me."
Live in seclusion by the Xixi River and experience the wonder and tranquility of nature together."
Staring at the bright light blooming in Zhao Zhihao's dark eyes, Zhou Yimei felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in her heart. She nodded solemnly to him. At that moment, Zhou Yimei really felt that she was extremely happy. (To be continued)