"Your Majesty." Seeing that his master was absent-minded and his face was solemn, Xiaomozi couldn't help but remind him.
"Oh, I'll go take a look." For some reason, his feet stepped out involuntarily.
Inside Xiyue Palace:
As soon as he stepped closer to the spacious palace, he saw Wen Ruoyu lying sickly on the top chair, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her pale face making people feel distressed. Such a pure and elegant face, yet charming to the whole country.
Qingcheng's face made him unable to stop three years ago, and he even fell madly in love with her. For her, he disobeyed the Queen Mother more than once. He loved her and was even willing to give up everything...
Meng Zihan hesitated for a while, then raised his heavy hand and gently touched Wen Ruoyu's delicate cheek. His handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly. The familiar touch made his heart have mixed feelings. It has been three years, but she has not changed at all.
In the past, there was no barrier or distance. Could it be that he just changed?!
"Your Majesty, are you here?" Wen Ruoyu fluttered her eyelashes slightly, and her eyes were filled with tears.
"What's wrong with you?" Meng Zihan's rough fingertips slowly traced her overflowing tears, his movements gentle, and his gentle eyes seemed to return to three years ago.
Wen Ruoyu's heart trembled, and a hint of unbearability quickly flashed across her pale face. She turned to gently wrap Meng Zihan's hand on her face, and teased: "What's wrong with the emperor today? He seems a little sentimental?!"
Meng Zihan was shocked. He couldn't explain the strange feeling in his heart. It was bitter, but also astringent...
Past events came to his mind like a tide, playing bit by bit in his mind: On a sunny morning, a man and a woman were playing happily by the river. On a sunny day, a woman in white clothes beat the snow.
Dancing gracefully, it was still the promise he made to the sky on that stormy night...
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Ruoyu laughed dumbly. She suddenly found that Meng Zihan had changed. His eyes were no longer pure emotions. There seemed to be too many emotions buried in his deep eyes...
"Ruoyu, tell me, how have you been in these years?" Meng Zihan slowly held up the pair of catkins, his handsome face full of vicissitudes of life.
Wen Ruoyu was stunned for a moment, and a look of astonishment quickly flashed across his face. He turned around and said with a gentle smile: "I'm fine. Don't worry, I haven't suffered much. It's just that the city outside the Great Wall is not as prosperous as the capital.
It’s just yellow sand all over the sky and haggard and hard-working faces. There is no beautiful silk and satin, no girl’s favorite rouge, and no exquisite jewelry. Everyone is dressed the same, and no one can recognize anyone else when they are mixed together.”
Wen Ruoyu looked into the distance with tears in her eyes. Those unforgettable years, those ugly faces, full of unbearableness and humiliation, she took revenge. She finally let them die at her feet.
She endured all of this silently, just for the man in front of her. The whips fell like raindrops on her smooth back. However, she bit her lips tightly, just hoping that one day she could be with him.
Get together...
She did it, and after more than a hundred hell-like days on earth, she was reborn...
She swore in front of the Buddha: In this life, he would never want to betray her again, even if he sacrificed everything, no woman would ever want to compete with her again...
This woman is terrifying. Her will is as strong as iron. As long as she gets what she wants, she will do whatever it takes...
"Really? Then what's the matter with the injury on your back?" Meng Zihan's eyes were full of pain, and the thrilling whip marks not only hit her back, but also hit his heart deeply.
.
Wen Ruoyu was startled and her face became lonely. She tried every means to hide this ugly side. She didn't want him to discover her flaws...
Meng Zihan sighed softly. He didn't know how much this beloved woman had suffered, but he was helpless. If her father hadn't insisted on causing that turmoil, maybe they would have been fine...
"Let me help you go to rest." Meng Zihan gently helped Wen Ruoyu. He owed her too much, too much, so no one should ever think of hurting her again in the future.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" Warmth flowed through Wen Ruoyu's heart. She knew he was heartbroken, but as stubborn as she was, she didn't want sympathy or guilt, she just wanted his love.
"Does it still hurt?" Meng Zihan stroked the ferocious whip marks and sprinkled the powder on her with a trembling hand, his voice soft and hoarse.
"Silly man, it's been so long, why does it hurt? Besides, it's useless for you to take these medicines now?!" She didn't understand, she didn't understand why he cared so much about those whip marks, but she
She couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. She was afraid that the day the whip marks disappeared, he would also leave.
Meng Zihan looked intently at the criss-crossed whip marks, and his eyes suddenly became moist. He must cure them. These horrific marks reminded him all the time of his guilt for her. The fine white powder slowly seeped into
The purple wound, like his heart, was torn apart bit by bit...
"Okay, stop looking at it, it's all over." Wen Ruoyu suppressed the inexplicable uneasiness in her heart, turned around, faced Meng Zihan, and kissed his lips gently...
After a period of ups and downs, in the darkness, the woman lies sweetly on the man's pillow, her face flushed with passion, her cheeks stained with two red clouds, making her even more charming and charming.
"Han, do you still remember the days when we were together?" Wen Ruoyu turned sideways and looked gently at the man beside her, the man she loved deeply with all her strength.
Meng Zihan remained silent and smiled slightly at the person below him. His eyes were far away. No one could guess what he was thinking!
"Han, I went to the queen's place today." Wen Ruoyu pretended to be casual and said, but her eyes were staring nervously at the expressionless handsome face.
Sure enough, Meng Zihan stiffened slightly, his expression immediately became serious, and he asked calmly: "What's wrong with her?"
"Sister's illness has almost recovered. As soon as I entered, I heard her talking to Xi'er about how women hold up half the sky?!" Under the night, the corners of Wen Ruoyu's mouth slightly raised a strange arc, but her voice was surprisingly calm.
, just like talking about a very ordinary thing.
"What?" Meng Zihan was furious, what on earth is this woman thinking?!
"Han, you're angry. I guess my sister just said it casually, so don't take it to heart." Wen Ruoyu's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning, and she said softly, pretending to be a little nervous.
"Can you say this casually? I think she is tired of living a good life." Meng Zihan looked sullen and sat up immediately, looking very ugly.
Behind him, Wen Ruoyu slowly showed a strange smile, her slender hands slowly climbed onto the man's neck, her smooth skin pressed tightly against the man's naked back, she lowered her voice and said softly
: "Are you angry?!"
"Ruoyu, stop making trouble. I'm not in the mood." Meng Zihan lost all interest, and that angry face appeared in his mind again. What on earth is this woman thinking? Women hold up half the sky?! Humph, she actually wants to be on an equal footing with me. Already?!
"Your Majesty..." Wen Ruoyu smiled narrowly, then quickly put on her clothes and followed Meng Zihan to Chenhuan Palace.
The more Meng Zihan thought about it, the angrier he became. This woman didn't want to think about how to serve me or manage the harem, but she made such treasonous remarks. If the Queen Mother found out about this, would she still survive?!...
"Your Majesty, Concubine Ruo has arrived." The sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near, and the door of the cargo room was rudely kicked open by Meng Zihan...
"Miss, miss, please wake up quickly, the emperor is here." Xi'er hurriedly shook the bed, who was still talking in his sleep just now.
I was dazed and felt a loud noise in my ears. Meng Zihan's cold face in the dream couldn't help but make me shiver. The proud Concubine Ruo next to me was looking at me with gloating.