Gardenia stopped and looked around, and saw a master and servant doing something in the Hanfeng Pavilion. The handsome master looked over, and Gardenia's heart tightened. Isn't this what she was doing in the Jinhua Palace that day?
Empress Lianfei? I remember Lu Xinlan once said to herself that this woman hated herself more than she did. She threw her life twice for the emperor, but still failed to get his love.
At this time, I didn't know how to face her, so I sighed and looked away, and continued walking towards the lake.
"Your Majesty, this is so irritating. This Lady Hua Zhi is so arrogant." Xuexiang defended Lian Ruoyi, with a harsh tone in her tone.
"Shut up, if you hadn't yelled just now, it would have made her sarcastic and disdainful." On a white stone table, Lian Ruoyi's chest was rising and falling.
"This slave deserves to die, please forgive me." Xuexiang knelt on the ground and said timidly.
"Get up, let people see it, and say that I, Lian Ruoyi, bullied the slave." Lian Ruoyi spoke softly, but Xuexiang felt a chill run down her spine. Her young lady, Lian Ruoyi, had changed so much that she almost didn't recognize her.
Already.
She must have used too much force just now, and some crumbs of the tea cup seeped into her palm. Lian Ruoyi pulled them out one by one. The bright red blood gradually condensed into a drop of blood and fell. She should have been in pain, but she smiled.
The corners of her raised lips and the slightly curved and narrowed eyebrows suddenly looked so weird. Then she lightly opened her lips and smiled ghostly: "Since I can't get it, Hua Zhiniang, you can't even think of getting it.
The Palace wants you to pay a heavy price for what you have done. Don’t think that I can’t do anything to you if you are immune to all kinds of poisons.”
The quiet lake water ripples with the remaining scenery of the lake, and the green willows on both sides of the river gently sway their waist branches, sometimes flying, sometimes whispering.
Luoxi was having a great time with the palace maids and eunuchs. In her memory, she was not as naughty as she was. Gardenia smiled softly and called, "Xier."
"Mother——." Luo Xi called sweetly as she threw herself into Gardenia's arms. The other palace maids and eunuchs also stopped laughing and stood aside respectfully with their heads lowered.
Luo Xi gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked with a reproachful smile: "Are you naughty?"
Luo Xitou shook like a wave and denied: "No, definitely not."
He scraped the bridge of her nose lovingly and said, "Let's go, it's time to go back to the palace."
The mother and daughter started walking hand in hand on the flower path. Luoxi suddenly said: "Mom, I miss my grandpa."
His heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but tighten Luo Xi's hand, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't you miss Grandpa Grandpa?"
He gave her a faint smile and said, "Why don't you think about it? Mom misses me too."
Luoxi's words woke him up. He had been in Aoran Imperial City for a month, and the original purpose in his heart had already faded away unconsciously. Whether to leave or not seemed to be a very difficult question.
That night, there was a heavy wind and rain, and the wind blew through the window like a howling ghost, eager to rush into the palace and sweep away everything.
Ling Jiyun came back almost at the second watch. The candlelight on the table danced lightly, and the shadows of the furnishings in the bedroom also swayed.
Gardenia did not fall asleep, but closed her eyes when she heard a slight movement. His movements were very light, and he must be afraid of waking himself up. After a while, he heard a heavy sigh, and there was a mark on his forehead.
He kissed her and then lay next to her.
You could feel him tucking the quilt in for you, his arms gently wrapping around your waist, his chin close to your shoulders, and his even breathing sounded tired and tired.
He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the tent ceiling in despair for a while, and then tilted his head slightly, feeling as if he was intoxicated. Gao Ting's nose bridge, plump lips, and those sword-like eyebrows were slightly
Wow, Gardenia couldn't help but raise her hand to reach out to him. At this moment, her heart was so calm that she couldn't even believe it. She wanted to relieve his worries.
Once, twice, three times, the slightly twisted eyebrows were really flat, but in an instant, her hand was tightly grasped by someone who suddenly opened his eyes. Suddenly, the dark and ghostly
Tan's eyes were as bright as the stars in the night, but when he looked at her, they exuded the alluring light of a blue dragon when it catches its prey, making people sink in unconsciously.
Smiling evilly: "Gardenia, you are playing with fire."
Gardenia was slightly stunned. Shouldn't he be so tired that he fell asleep? "Did I wake you up?"
He rolled over and covered her body, saying seductively: "How can I sleep peacefully with you by my side?"
After understanding his intention, a blush appeared on her face. She turned her head away shyly, but let him turn it back. Their eyes met, as if commanding, as if begging: "Don't look away from me, you can't see."
Your and my heart are always empty. You have let it be empty for six years, can you still bear it?"
There was a sourness in her heart and a layer of mist in her eyes. She raised a smile and reached out to caress his face. Why hadn't her heart been empty for six years? Although she couldn't remember what kind of heart she used to love this person in the first place.
A man, judging from his willingness to forget, it must be deeply rooted in his bones, because only when love is deep can resentment be deep.
This kiss made Ling Jiyun's eager desire even more swollen. He hugged her tightly, but was afraid of hurting her with too much force. He deeply sucked the fragrance of her hair and said softly: "Gardenia"
Son, do you still remember our original vow?"
Of course Gardenia didn't remember it. Ling Jiyun continued: "Hold your hand and grow old together with me."
The candle on the table has completed its original mission, leaving only a pool of candle tears that are gradually drying up...
The next morning, when Gardenia woke up, there was still nothing around her. She felt a sense of loss in her heart. She seemed to still feel the residual warmth from him in the snow-white silk quilt. She turned sideways and hugged the residual warmth of the empty quilt greedily.
, no matter what they missed each other before, at this moment she knew exactly what she should do.
In the royal study, Feng Qingzheng happily told Ling Jiyun that he had found a way to detoxify.
"How did you find out?" Situ Ling asked eagerly, unable to conceal his excitement.
Feng Qing said quietly: "It's God's will. When I was worried about this matter on the night before, my father asked the maid to bring me iced snow pears. I kept watching the villager's wounds disappear little by little. I was really anxious.
, when the maid handed over the iced snow pear, I impatiently wanted to push her out. Unexpectedly, I knocked over the plate when I raised my hand. A piece of ice poured out just fell on the villager's wound. When I was about to take it off, I found that it was iced.
The skin that touched the wound stopped disappearing, and I suddenly put all the ice on my hand on the wound, but I didn't expect that the wound really stopped spreading."
"So, this kind of poison is afraid of ice?" Ling Jiyun asked.
Feng Qing nodded and said: "It should be said that people are so poisonous and afraid of the cold. After seeing this situation, I immediately found some cold herbs and boiled them into juice, then put them in an ice kiln to freeze, and then let the villagers soak their wounds in it.
In the medicinal juice, the villagers could not feel the pain, and the wounds were no longer itchy. I crushed the cold herbs and applied them to the villagers' wounds. This method worked. It has been two days since the incident, and the villagers who brought me back were not afraid.
I have regained my energy and my wounds are healing.”