It was probably due to the frailty she suffered from during her previous serious illness, and she was frightened in the alley, that Ruan Yuyi contracted a cold when she returned home. It was not serious, but it alarmed the whole family.
Inviting the doctor to the doctor, decoction the medicine, Mrs. Ruan had to sit with her daughter for half a day before she could go back safely.
As soon as she coughed twice, the little maid waiting in the room also brought tea to soothe her throat. She greeted her for a long time, until Ruan Yuyi said she was tired and wanted to rest, then she turned around and walked away.
She knew they were caring about her, so she was happy to be sick.
The new emperor never came during the day, but always at night. After she went to bed, he would stay in the inner room for a long time. He would not wake her up, but would just watch her for a while and then leave. Sometimes he would catch Mu Xiang and ask her about her.
Mu Xiang is not allowed to talk to her about the current situation.
She didn't know about this at first, after all, Jiang Huaiyang always came when she was asleep. She only found out after she caught a cold and woke herself up in the middle of the night coughing.
Although it was pitch black, she could barely make out a shadow standing beside the table through the moonlight, but she didn't think it was a thief. She just recognized it because of his body shape.
——She could probably tell it just by the sound of her feet.
Ruan Yuyi didn't want to see him, so she pretended to be half asleep and fell asleep again after coughing. She thought she had concealed it well, and the only thing that exposed her was her uncontrollable cough.
Seeing that he seemed to have his back turned to her, she opened a corner of the curtain.
The moonlight filtered in from the gap in the window, creating a halo for him. He seemed to have restrained all the coldness in front of others. He stood with his head slightly lowered, and his eyes fell on the object in his hand.
It was a slender stick with a round object on top, like a rabbit.
And when Jiang Huaiyang sent someone to cook pear soup, opened the soft curtain himself, and softly called her to get up and use some, she realized that he had probably noticed that she was awake, and he just didn't expose it.
"Why should Your Majesty guard your concubine, but let the sisters in the palace guard the boudoir alone?" She stood up, shrank her head warily into the bed, and glanced at the small bowl in his hand - it was so dark that it was hard to see clearly.
A soft pillow was promptly placed behind her.
The thing he held in his hand seemed to have been placed on the tables under the window.
He didn't want to see her focus on pushing him to the other side, and curled up the fingertips holding the spoon, just pretending that she didn't hear. He stirred by himself, and the pear inside was cooked until it was soft and rotten.
Full of juice.
"You coughed so hard that your throat must be red. It will feel better if you take some."
If these words had appeared in those days when she was bullied by the Queen Mother, she would have been greatly moved, put down all the defenses in her heart, and stepped forward to put her arms around his neck.
But now, she just feels a little ridiculous. If he really cared about her, why didn't he save her at that time? Did he use her life as bait in order to get rid of the Queen Mother?
She was just a woman who grew up in a boudoir, and she didn't want to argue with him.
What she wants is bottomless preference.
But she had called her husband softly, and the person standing in front of her now was, after all, a monarch. He was responsible for his people and the whole country. He might not know when he would kill her for a plan.
's life.
She doesn't want him to make a choice between himself and the people of the country. What she wants is that when he has a plan to make, he can at least put some thought into it and come up with the best solution.
This was what made her feel cold. After all, she was scared and she couldn't afford to gamble.
Jiang Huaiyang saw that she was stunned and didn't move, so he sat down by the bed, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and tried to bring it to her lips. There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, and he said softly like a sigh, "How can you be so willful?
when?"
They couldn't remain in a stalemate like this. He knew he was wrong, and she had to give him a chance to make amends.
This sentence alone defeated the last line of defense that Ruan Yuyi had built for herself. Tears fell without warning. She stubbornly refused to let him see it. She turned away, suppressed her crying, and took a breath.
Only then did he dare to speak:
"Your Majesty, you think I am willful? There are many gentle and obedient people in the palace and in the capital!"
She reached out and knocked over the porcelain bowl in his hand. The porcelain bowl fell to the ground, rang twice, and happened to be turned upside down. The fresh pear and soup inside were scattered all over, but luckily it was not broken.
Jiang Huaiyang's hands and clothes were inevitably stained with soup.
The room fell silent for a moment.
The sound of the porcelain bowl falling to the ground was like a bell, knocking away some of her anger. She was too soft-hearted, her heart sank, and she began to think about whether this approach was too much. He kept this
Many times, there are good intentions after all.
Before she could think clearly, an uncontrollable itching appeared in her throat again. She covered her mouth and almost coughed out all the organs in her body.
A big hand covered her back and held it soothingly for a while. Seeing that she couldn't stop coughing, he pulled away.
When he came back, he held a fresh bowl of pear soup in his hand. When Jiang Huaiyang came and went, Mu Xiang had already cleaned up the mess on the ground.
He still scooped the stuff up, put it to her lips, and threatened in a low voice, "Even if you knock it over, there's still a lot in the pot."
Ruan Yuyi was really uncomfortable, and her vision was dizzy. She came forward and put her lips against the warm spoon. The spoon was tilted slightly, and the soup flowed into her open lips. She didn't eat anything.
Moistened the lips.
His eyes darkened, but he still took another spoonful of soup and fed it into her mouth.
This time it came with a small piece of pear.
There was probably rock sugar in the soup, and it was sweet in the mouth, but not too much. The pear chunks also had the sweetness of the fruit itself. She bit it into pieces and swallowed it, which really suppressed the itchiness in her throat.
After using less than half of the bowl, she was too embarrassed to eat with his hand anymore and wanted to take the bowl over.
Jiang Huaiyang refused, and instead took the bowl further away, asking what would happen if she dropped it again. He had learned from experience, and now he was holding the bottom of the bowl with four fingers and holding the edge of the bowl with one finger.
She had no choice but to endure the heat in her ears and continue to drink the soup.
He looked at her drinking seriously, and it seemed very interesting. The moon was as cold as water, making her cheeks seem to be condensed. She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes were like butterflies perching on them. Her current appearance was quite different from
He behaved much better when he was angry.
Just like this, one spoonful after another, a bowl of pear soup was eaten. Mu Xiang, who was waiting next to him, took the empty bowl.
"If your Majesty has nothing to do, you should go back to the palace to rest early."
This was the beginning of the expulsion order. Jiang Huaiyang didn't expect that she would let him rest here for the night, not to mention that tomorrow was not a day off. If he started from here, he might not be able to make it to the morning meeting.
So he didn't bother anymore and left.
Ruan Yuyi just ate something, so she couldn't lie down directly. She rested against the soft pillow for a while, and after confirming that he was indeed gone, she lay down with bare feet.