Jiang Huaiyang wiped away her tears with his fingertips and softened his voice, "What's wrong? What are you crying for?"
She casually put down the clothes in her hands and mumbled something to say, but she choked with sobs and couldn't form a sentence. After a while, she found her voice.
"I dreamed that something happened to you, and when I woke up, I suddenly remembered that it might be cold over there, and I would need to put on more thick clothes. When I thought about it, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I just got up and thought about what else.
Fallen."
He sighed, "Lingling, you don't believe in my abilities. Do you think I will die on the battlefield and never come back?"
She was startled, and hurriedly pressed her lips against his, shaking her head several times, "It's not good to say that, it's unlucky." The young lady was probably extremely worried. Normally she wouldn't believe these myths, but now she didn't.
Avoid it.
Seeing her cautious look, he couldn't help but smile, and took off the soft kiss from his lips, "I promise to come back safely, don't worry."
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with mist, "When will His Majesty come back? Give me a precise deadline, so I can have something to look forward to, right?"
He thought for a moment and replied, "When the hibiscus blooms next year, my army will probably arrive at the palace."
The rebellion in Hu is difficult to put down, and their royal family is vying for power. Perhaps in order to gain military glory, several forces have come to the border of Wu. I am afraid that there will be some troubles that will not be quelled for a while.
Hibiscus flowers bloom.
The deadline he gave was romantic and vague. She knew that the war would be difficult, so she accepted it. She glanced at the palace gate and saw that hibiscus were being planted in the courtyard, but the flowering period had not yet come, so all the branches were empty.
He took her to the bed and said softly, "Go to bed."
After putting down the bed curtain, she still opened her eyes uneasily, not sleepy. Seeing this, he held her earlobe in his mouth and coaxed, "Since Lingling is not sleepy, why don't you come and help me?"
He took her hand.
She was panic-stricken, but her rationality was still there, so she refused, "No, Your Majesty will have to get up early tomorrow."
But her strength is no match for the person beside her.
The next day, before dawn and the palace was still quiet, Jiang Huaiyang stood up and changed his clothes quietly.
While I was tying my jade belt, I heard a soft voice coming from the bed tent, "Are you leaving?"
"When did you wake up?" He leaned half of his body in and found that her eyes were exceptionally clear, not looking like she had just woken up, and her eyes were staring at him closely.
He was startled and suppressed the strange feeling in his heart.
"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer." He reached out and patted her back.
But she heard her cry out in pain, and when she looked closely, she saw a gleaming scimitar thrust straight into her chest. She opened her eyes in horror, and she had long since lost her voice.
In his panic, Jiang Huaiyang pulled out the obtrusive scimitar without thinking too much. The blade retreated from her body inch by inch, and the subtle sound of flesh and blood rubbing against his ears was extremely clear.
Looking around, there is a long stretch of yellow sand and numerous white tents. The enemy is already right in front of us. How can this be a palace?
He suppressed his panic, desperately pressed the bloody hole with both hands, and shouted loudly for someone who knew the medical skills. He didn't even know how he, who had always been calm, could make such a hoarse cry.
But this is ultimately in vain.
The soldiers surrounded by darkness looked at me and I looked at you, but no one said a word.
The bright red liquid flowed out from the hole, dyeing her snow-white clothes red, her face became pale, and the corpse spots climbed up the beautiful skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jiang Huaiyang was startled and stepped back suddenly. He didn't know what he touched on his hand, and only heard a muffled sound.
The high light fell to the ground.
Fortunately, there was no grass in the tent, and it just fell on the ground and extinguished the candle.
He pressed his forehead with his fingers, only to feel that the muscles there were pulsing, which made him upset. The blood just now seemed to be still vivid in his mind, so he put on his cloak and walked out of the tent.
The cold wind rushed up to him, cracking his muscles and bones, and he calmed down from the depression in his heart.
The guard at the head of the wheel was drowsy, but when he suddenly heard that the new emperor had come out, he was like a basin of cold water pouring down on his head and face, and his sleepiness disappeared immediately.
He bowed hurriedly.
Fortunately, the new emperor didn't say anything to him. He only said, "Do you know where Ruan Cairen's tent is placed? Lead me there." His voice was low, almost blending into the dark night.
The guard breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head and said yes.
The hunting ground was extremely peaceful at night, with only a few guards wandering around on duty. The white tent turned gray in the endless darkness. Only the people in the tent were afraid of the cold and burned the charcoal fire brighter, and some light came out.
.
He just followed the light and noticed her tent at a glance.
He opened the curtain and went inside, and found that the young lady was sleeping peacefully. She was covered with a clean brocade quilt, and her black hair like a waterfall was spread out randomly, and she was clutched by the quilt and pulled over her chin.
Somehow, he suddenly felt at ease.
She is really afraid of the cold. The capital is not as good as Nanzhou, and I don’t know how she spent the winter in Beijing.
Whether the Cheng family would have fewer charcoal fires, the new winter clothes were still thick. While thinking about this, he walked to her and lay down with his clothes on.
He put his arm around her waist.
Perhaps the cold wind blew in, and she opened her eyes in confusion. She felt someone hugging her behind her and froze for a moment.
"Don't be afraid, it's me." He whispered.
Ruan Yuyi then relaxed her body. She turned her back to him and her voice sounded ethereal, "Why is Your Majesty here?"
He couldn't say that he was possessed by a nightmare and felt uneasy, fearing that something had happened to her. He reached under her clothes and stroked the fine embroidery on her bellyband.
Her fingertips were slightly drawn back, feeling a little clearer.
She turned around, put her arms around his neck, raised her head and kissed him. Although the young lady was already pregnant, her kisses were always raw, but rather soft and seductively tight.
She really couldn't imagine what else he could do if he came to her, besides doing all kinds of things. In this case, she couldn't resist him anyway, so it would be better to cater to him earlier so that he could stop earlier.
The young lady sent it down herself, so he had no reason to refuse.
The two struggled for a while, and then he let her go, held her in his arms, and whispered, "Go to sleep."
Noticing her daze, he asked in a hoarse voice, "You're still not asleep, what else do you want to do, Lingling?"
Although she was doubtful, she was so happy that she went to sleep and denied it repeatedly. She was a little surprised by the initiative just now. However, in the dimness, he couldn't distinguish the reddish tips of her ears.
It was rare for the two of them to cuddle up peacefully, not wanting to be around, their breaths lingering and blending with each other, as if they were inseparable from each other.
The next day, when everyone saw the new emperor coming out of Ruan Cai's tent, they couldn't help but look sideways, thinking that this Ruan Cai was really capable and could make His Majesty leave Concubine Shu in the cold.
Although Concubine Shu's face was not very good-looking, she did not say anything about this matter.