As night falls, the lights in Chang'an Palace are brightly lit.
Ruan Yuyi washed off the makeup on her face and finished bathing, but she put on a cloak and went out. The cloak was wide, so there was nothing unusual about it. In addition, there was enough charcoal fire in the palace, so she didn't feel cold.
Mu Xiang poured hot tea for her, and cut the prepared pills into four pieces and placed them on oil paper for her convenience.
She took it, and the thing was a little heavy in her hand.
We can't put it off any longer. The longer the time passes, the harder it will be to hide the fact that she is not pregnant.
She took a sip of tea, swallowed it, and finally planned to take the pill. The white forearm stretched out from under the cloak, slender and slender, as bright as frost and snow.
The soft curtain was suddenly lifted, and a figure walked in, slamming the pills and hot tea from her hand.
Things were scattered all over the floor, and the tea soaked the blanket, like a poor little animal soaked by the pouring rain.
She trembled all over, raised her head, and met Jiang Huaiyang's dark eyes.
"Your Majesty—" she heard herself whisper.
He frowned, "What are you using? I remember that the imperial doctor never prescribed any pills to you. Where did this come from?"
After spending so many days with him, she boasted that she could understand his expression and knew that he was angry at the moment, so she dared not tell the truth, "It's just for recuperation."
"Take care of yourself?"
His eyes moved down. She was standing barefoot on a dry corner of the carpet. The red rope on her ankle made this area slender and fragile, as if it could be broken with just a break.
Then he saw that she stretched out her forearm, and the sleeves inside were not visible, so he understood that he was breathing heavily.
The young lady's cold and soft hands brought him back to reality.
"Tell me, what the hell is this? I won't punish you."
Ruan Yuyi shook her head and took a step back. Looking at his expression, she couldn't believe what he said.
But she felt relieved in her heart. After all, she wanted to hide something completely, and it was almost as if she was under his eyes. She had to be careful about everything, which was very tiring.
He repeated it again. The two were in a stalemate, and he didn't urge her, but just waited for her to speak with a cold face.
After hesitation, she said, "It's a fertility medicine, it won't hurt your body." At the same time, she was betting that he wouldn't do anything to her.
At this moment, Jiang Huaiyang felt as if there was a gaping hole in his heart, and the cold wind kept passing through, taking away the fresh blood and leaving behind stiff skin and flesh.
He stretched out his hand to her, but she took a step back, looking at her cautiously with a pair of lacquered eyes. She was completely wrapped in the cloak, looking fragile and helpless.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he felt more distressed or more angry. If it was a misdiagnosis, she could just tell him, so why go through such a big circle.
He no longer gave her a chance to step back, and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly with his arms, as if the person in front of him would disappear if he let go.
He rested his head on her hair, closed his eyes, and frowned tightly without relaxing. Every time he breathed in, there was pain like pulling on the meridians.
He suddenly didn't know what to do with her.
Ruan Yuyi's body stiffened for a moment and then relaxed.
"Why didn't you know earlier that you would meet me?" He said dumbly, suppressing all his emotions, but his slightly trembling hands still revealed his state of mind.
She was wary of the Queen Mother's calculations and concerned about his identity - but fortunately, she won the bet and relied on his favor.
Her eyes crossed his shoulder and fell on a broken candy figure in front of the soft curtain. It was semi-transparent brown. If it hadn't been for the stick to poke holes in it, she probably wouldn't have been able to spot it.
A thought occupied her mind, her eyes trembled slightly, and she whispered, "Your Majesty, this candy man——"
He didn't let go of her, and simply said, "Just break it into pieces. Someone will deal with it when the time comes."
So, this was brought to her? But how could there be such a thing in the palace? It was just common in the street market.
She wanted to ask, so she opened her mouth, but didn't ask any more.
.
She wrapped herself up and put it into his mouth, but he didn't do it. He just waited for her to put on her pajamas and left Chang'an Palace.
The warmth that was holding her gradually dissipated, and she was stunned for a long time. It was not until Muxiang picked up the candy man with a broken ear that her eyelashes trembled, as if she had woken up.
God comes.
"Wait." She called to Mu Xiang.
He took the candy man wrapped in a handkerchief. It was a rabbit, chubby, with a pair of long ears, which was very cute.
She picked up the broken ear and tried to glue it on, but to no avail. If it broke, it would break.
"Tell me, why did he send this?" she asked in a low voice.
Mu Xiang thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because tomorrow is the lady's birthday?"
She held the candy man and curled her fingertips.
Was it her birthday? After careful calculation, she realized that she had even forgotten herself. Speaking of which, after leaving Wuzhou, her birthday, which was celebrated by the whole family in the past, seemed to be as ordinary as ordinary days.
Two, no wonder she doesn't remember.
Ruan Yuyi held the candy figures and sat down in front of the table. She used the wood incense to remove the paste - she didn't know if this was useful - and pieced together the broken candy figures by the light of the candle.
The candlelight illuminated the solidified sugar transparently, like beautiful amber.
After all, it was candy, and it was extremely sticky. She put the ears together and lost the legs. She immersed herself in fiddling with it for a while, and finally it was complete.
Holding it to the candlelight, the candy man was illuminated brightly. Then, the glued ears fell off again, and the broken parts nearby were also scattered on the table.
A sense of helplessness gripped her, and she felt so empty inside.
As soon as his fingertips were loosened, the remaining sugar cubes and bamboo sticks fell on the table.
Two years ago, she stayed alone in Beijing. Since then, she has left the love and indulgence she once had in Wuzhou. In this cold capital of Fusheng, except Mu Xiang who left her hometown with her, no one will see her again.
Care about how she is.
In those old days when her family was still intact, she always looked forward to her birthday, and would ask her parents in a subtle way, as well as what gifts her brother had prepared for her.
But later she didn't like it anymore because the memories were too happy and too hurtful.
But is she really used to such a cautious life?
But deep down in her heart, she still longed for someone to pamper her a little and allow her to talk to that person casually without worrying about anything.
Ruan Yuyi raised her head and saw that her cheeks were already cold. She wiped them carelessly, got up and walked out.
At the door, Mu Xiang was bringing hot milk for her. The two of them bumped into each other, and Mu Xiang was surprised and said, "Mother, where are you going?"
"Go..." she said, but found that her voice was a little hoarse. She covered her mouth and coughed twice before saying, "To go to the Yangxin Hall, you don't need a sedan chair."
She wore a hood, held a thick feather-forged cloak in one hand, and plunged into the darkness without holding a lamp.
She had gone there so many times that she could find his bedroom even with her eyes closed.