Meng Zihan didn't speak, he just hugged me tightly. There was a touch of incomprehensible emotion in his deep eyes...
Inside Xiyue Palace
"Master, are you really going to give up?" Xiaohong looked at her master and saw that she was getting depressed day by day.
A pair of beautiful eyes, filled with depression and waiting...
"What do you think?" A slight dimple formed on her lips.
She's not giving up, she's just waiting for a better time.
"What are your master's plans?" Xiao Hong looked at her master respectfully. No one could guess what she was thinking.
"Come here!" A cunning light flashed quickly in Wen Ruoyu's eyes.
She didn't believe that Meng Zihan still had feelings for her.
If it wasn't for love, how could he let her go again and again?!
At the turn of autumn and winter, I always feel that the weather is dull, and I wander around the house bored. Recently, Meng Zihan doesn’t know what kind of nerve is wrong. It has been pestering me every day for several months! After finishing the morning session,
, so he rushed to Chenhuan Palace to talk to me.
Time flies so fast, a few months have passed in the blink of an eye, and as I caress my increasingly protruding belly, I feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction in my heart.
I quietly opened the window and looked out the window. The sun was setting in the west, and the rays of rays dyed half of the sky red and shone on my face.
At this moment, suddenly an arrow with a note stuck in it flew in and stuck straight into the window lattice.
I stared at the arrow dumbfounded. It seemed that this person did not want to take my life.
I pondered for a while, supported my lower back with one hand, gently took out the arrow, and slowly unfolded the note. Unfortunately, I couldn't read.
Looking at these strange fonts, I couldn't help but frown, and hesitated in my heart: Should I tell Meng Zihan about this?!
"Miss, miss..." Just as he was hesitating, he saw Xi'er running over sweating profusely.
"What made you so anxious?!" I looked at her funny and threw the note on the table casually.
"Miss, the emperor is looking for you." Xi'er was panting, and it took her a long time to say something.
He's looking for me?! I was stunned, what could happen to him and force me to go to his palace?!
"Oh, miss, please stop dawdling, let me help you over slowly!" Xi'er saw me talking to myself and couldn't help but stepped forward to urge me.
"Okay, okay, I understand." I glanced at the note on the table uneasily, forget it, let's talk about it when I get back.
"Yan'er, you're here?!" I had just stepped across the threshold, and Meng Zihan hurriedly came up to me, supporting me considerately with a smile on his face.
"What are you so happy about?" I glanced at him suspiciously. This guy has been very protective of me recently.
Meng Zihan gently placed me on a seat that had been prepared. He clapped his hands twice mysteriously, and a very handsome young man walked in neatly, holding an ink cartridge and
rice paper.
When I saw this posture, I immediately understood something.
"You want to draw a portrait of me?!" I asked somewhat displeased.
"What? Are you unhappy?" Meng Zihan still looked good-tempered, his dark eyes as gentle as water.
"It's not that I'm unhappy, it's just that if you look at me like this, can I draw it?" I pointed at my round belly. Women all love beauty. How could he not know that?!
"It's okay, I just want to draw you like this. Maybe I can use it as a souvenir after the child is born!" Meng Zihan held my hand with a smile and a determined look on his face.
Memorial? My heart suddenly trembled. This word suddenly made me a little scared...
"Okay, let's paint!" I smiled at him, my clear eyes full of tenderness and reluctance.
When Meng Zihan heard this, he immediately beamed with joy. He became more and more satisfied, becoming more and more like a child, and he became more and more reluctant to let go of him.
I looked at the young man with a smile, but my thoughts drifted away inadvertently...
I like this peaceful feeling. Meng Zihan is by my side, gently holding my hand...
"Let me sing a song for you." I turned my head, my eyes were silent, and I held his hand gently, and suddenly I remembered a favorite song - "The Most Romantic Thing"
The most romantic thing I can think of
Just growing old together with you
Collect every bit of laughter along the way
Save it for later when we sit in a rocking chair and chat slowly...
My eyes suddenly became moist, and my vision became increasingly blurry...
Some things are no longer important. As a little life grows, my heart becomes more and more generous, and my mind gradually becomes more open-minded.
Perhaps people should not be too persistent in the first place. If they demand too much, they will be disappointed too much...
Meng Zihan remained silent, and the warmth that kept coming from his palms moved my heart for a while...
Inside Chenhuan Palace
"Slave, please see the princess."
"Get up, where are you ladies?!" Ruojun rushed in as usual.
After these few months, her heart gradually became more cheerful. Love should not be forced, but she was too persistent.
People are like this, they hold on to something tightly and can't let go, until they are about to lose it and the clouds are calm and the wind is light, and then they realize it, but it's too late!
She came to apologize. She wanted to apologize to Sister Yan'er properly. She wanted to express her feelings and ask for her forgiveness.
"Back to the princess, the emperor summoned the empress, but she hasn't come back yet!"
"Oh?" A look of disappointment quickly crossed her face.
"Then I'll go to her room and wait for her!" After saying that, Ruojun walked towards the familiar house without thinking.
Gently pushing open the slightly old wooden door, she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.
Night fell quietly, and the orange lights gave off bursts of faint light in the darkness, forming mottled black shadows that fell on her body.
She gently stroked the familiar log, which was her favorite color, and her and Yan'er's names were vaguely engraved on it.
Memories come to mind like a tide:
"Sister Yan'er, this round wooden table is the first thing I like. It's a pity that the emperor has to keep it for you no matter what."
"Oh? If you like it, just take it! I don't have any special preferences for these things. They look the same regardless of the direction."
"No, the emperor will definitely blame me. How about this, let's carve our two names on the edge of this round wooden table?!"...
She sighed heavily, gently touched the name, and sat down slowly.
Suddenly, his eyes drifted to a piece of paper placed beside the jade pot.
She hesitated for a while, and finally, she unfolded it carefully:
I'll meet you at Xihua Palace at Xu in the evening. See you there.
Xihua Palace?! Weird thing, isn’t that a forbidden area in the palace?!
Could it be that...she didn't dare to imagine anymore...
The more she thought about it, the more strange it became. Finally, she decided to go and have a look...
After finally getting rid of the group of minions behind him, Ruojun came to Xihua Palace alone.
Pushing open the wooden door that had not been repaired for a long time, she walked gently in. The room was dark, and the soft moonlight cast a cold shadow through the broken window, adding to the terrifying atmosphere of the night.
"Is there anyone there?" She bravely asked softly.
No one answered, only a few small insects chirping suddenly from outside the window.
Strange, why is there no one?!
Ruojun couldn't help but gasp slightly. This place was really weird. The more she walked forward, the more frightened she felt...
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, suddenly, a pair of strong iron arms hugged her waist tightly.
"Who are you?!" she shouted hurriedly, the fear in her heart increasing.
"You're finally here..." The man's voice was a little hoarse.
Ruojun was shocked, could it be that Sister Yaner secretly met the man here?!
She turned around hesitantly and was about to ask for more information. Unexpectedly, her red lips were immediately sealed, and an unfamiliar fiery breath surrounded her.
"Let me go." In the darkness, her hands kept beating the man's chest.
"No, I will never let go easily again!" The man's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his big hands tore her clothes arbitrarily.
Ruojun's eyes widened. She could feel that the man's whole body seemed to be surrounded by fire, and the swollen desire in his lower body was pressing against her tightly.
"No..." Tears fell down like broken beads.
The man ignored her at all and increased the strength of his hands. He suddenly picked her up by the waist and threw her on a soft couch. He bit her delicate skin almost crazily and roughly rubbed her sensitive areas with his big hands.
She was trembling, and this wonderful feeling gradually swallowed up her reason...
After a burst of tearing pain, she closed her eyes in pain, her stiff body gradually softened, and she couldn't help but meet his.
A strange man...
In a blink of an eye, the sky was filled with stars. Meng Zihan put his arm around my waist, carefully supported me, and walked into the palace.
"Your Majesty, you are finally back. The princess has been waiting for you in the room for a long time!" Chunxiang's voice said.
Ruojun is here? I am overjoyed. Does this mean she forgives me?!
A slight smile appeared at the corner of my mouth, and my steps speeded up a lot, wishing I could see her as soon as possible.
"Why are you so anxious? Ruojun can't run away!!" Meng Zihan frowned, held my arm, and complained.
"Don't I want to see her quickly?" I curled my lips innocently.