After Yu Qing returned home at night, he went directly back to the villa arranged by Yu Changqing.
It was a cool night, and under the dim candlelight in the house, the woman sat in front of the window, quietly embroidering a black robe. The collar and cuffs were one-inch wide dark red trim, and silver threads outlined a delicate cloud pattern. On the robe
At the hem, dark flame patterns spread from bottom to top, and the small bursts of 'light spots' had a chilling meaning, which clearly shows her excellent embroidery skills.
Yu Qingwan's eldest maid, Yao Lan, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, stood beside her and smiled, "Miss, you have been embroidering this robe for three months. When you see the emperor after entering the palace, he will definitely
I’ll be very pleased with it.”
Yu Qingwan rubbed the brocade fabric in his hand with his fingertips, shook his head and chuckled.
Suddenly there was a "rustling" sound outside the window...
"who?!"
Jalan tiptoed to the carved wooden window, opened a gap and took a look, only to see a wild cat scurrying past.
She breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said, "Miss, it turns out that a wild cat has entered our house. I will send a slave to tell the eldest master tomorrow."
The next moment, her pupils dilated, she was so frightened that her beauty turned pale, and Yu Qingwan was gone!
The candlelight flickered on the table, and the robe that her young lady regarded as a treasure was thrown to the ground.
"Miss?! Miss, where are you?!"
Yao Lan trotted to the door, opened it suddenly, and saw all the guards in the courtyard falling to the ground.
Her legs were trembling and she ran outside, "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly! The lady is missing!"
The servants of the Imperial Palace were instantly awakened. They quickly got up, dressed and ran out. Lanterns were lit everywhere, and under the leadership of the housekeeper, they looked around for Yu Qingwan.
...
In an abandoned courtyard of the Yu family, Yu Qingwan was brought here with her mouth covered. Although she struggled hard along the way, the other party was very strong and could not break away at all. Her back was close to his broad chest, and her warmth
His breath fell on the top of her head, and his heartbeat could be heard clearly.
"Uh-huh! Who are you! Let me go quickly!"
Yu Qingwan's voice was unclear. After the other party brought her to the ground, he quickly let go of his hand.
She gasped for air in a panic, and the elegant image of the harem girl disappeared without a trace.
"Wanwan."
The low voice was very familiar, she had only heard it two hours ago.
Yu Qingwan turned around stiffly, "Shi...Shizi? It's you! Why did you break into the imperial palace late at night?"
"To see you."
Facing the strong and passionate affection in Yu Ziye's eyes, Yu Qingwan's breath was trembling, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
"My eldest son, you have great ambitions and I have a bright future. Eight years ago, my daughter-in-law told my eldest son that we are not the same person."
"If you are willing, even if you disobey my parents, or even go against the entire royal family, I will marry you home and make you my crown prince!"
Yu Ziye raised his hand and held her wrist, staring at her with burning eyes.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to do it. What I want is overwhelming power!"
To Yu Ziye, an understatement was like a thousand cones piercing the heart.
Yu Qing pushed his hand away in the evening, and the twinkling look in his eyes was like the snow falling in the cold winter, silently. After the snow fell, it was bitingly cold.
"I will use the whole world to prove to you that I, Yu Ziye, am not inferior to anyone!"
The person who gets emotional first will inevitably become passionate.
He turned around lonely, his eyelashes trembled slightly, took a deep breath, and tried not to let the tears fall down his face. He was so stubborn, how could he show her the sad side after being injured.
"etc!"
His mood rose and fell with Yu Qingwan's words, and his chilled heart was shaken again. He turned around happily, only to see her taking out the Wangchuan jade he had given her eight years ago.
The dark red lotus-shaped jade is as clear as ever, but between them... I am afraid that there has always been only his wishful thinking between them.
"Your Majesty, I'll give this back to you."
"Ha! There is no reason to take back the things I have sent out. Let's keep them as souvenirs. Wanwan, take care of yourself."
The happy smile on his face turned bitter in an instant, and he turned around and left without any intention of stopping.
The lotus jade lay quietly in the palm of Yu Qingwan's white hand, and the silver-gray ice silk tassels hanging below were flying in the night wind. Looking at his slowly retreating back, Yu Qingwan casually said "Forget the River"
He put away the cloak and gathered it around his shoulders, but when he raised his head, there were still tears on his face.
The calls of servants and maids came from outside the courtyard. She walked out slowly, and a dead silence returned to the desolate courtyard.
...
"Ziye."
Yu Ziye had just climbed over the wall and left the Imperial Mansion when he heard a call from ahead.
Under the cold silver moonlight, Su Zhen held a slender wooden box in her arms, tilted her head slightly towards him, and smiled softly.
"Aning? Why are you here?"
"Follow me."
"Tonight I don't want to watch the moon and stars, nor do I want to drink peach blossom wine."
"The eldest son of the Marquis of Lin'an is not drunk even after a thousand cups of wine. How can I get you drunk?"
"Then what do you want to do?"
"The peach blossoms in the mountains behind Taifu's Mansion are in bloom. Come on, I'll grill whitebait for you."
Yu Ziye nodded, Su Zhen looked at her absent-minded look, stepped forward and grabbed his arm, and flew towards the mountain behind the Taifu Mansion.
The two came to the creek where they first met. Yu Ziye sat on a relatively flat and clean stone, watching quietly as she found dry firewood, set it up, rolled up her trousers, and jumped into the stream to catch fish.
.
Su Zhen moved very quickly, throwing in a lot of whitebait in three strokes. Yu Ziye lowered his head and looked at the fish flapping around his feet, and his dim eyes brightened.
Even they have the will to survive, so how can he fail to recover?
"My prince is in a bad mood tonight, so I won't kill any living beings. You should go home quickly."
Su Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry when she saw that the fish she had worked so hard to catch was thrown back into the water by Yu Ziye and quickly escaped from her.
"Brother! You ate a lot at the palace banquet, but I followed Yu Changqing around the palace all night, and I almost starved to death!"
Yu Ziye glanced at her sideways and took out a palm-sized kraft paper bag from his sleeve.
"What's this?"
"I knew you would be hungry, so I took a few pieces with me when I left the palace."
After Su Zhen opened it, there were seven or eight pieces of lotus root powder and osmanthus cake inside. Some of them were broken, but most of them were still intact. The fragrance of lotus root was fragrant and crystal clear. She wiped her hands on Yu Ziye's clothes.
It was stained with water, so I sat next to him and picked up a piece to eat.
Yu Ziye suddenly felt a drum in his stomach, lowered his head and smiled sheepishly, and handed him a piece with a white hand.
Yu Ziye took it and stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed it twice and then swallowed it.
Su Zhen didn't notice that his movements were a little stiff, and she was chewing leisurely and slowly.
Yu Ziye blinked, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"
"If she agrees to give up participating in the draft, you won't come with me here."