"I finally spoke my mind." The emperor's voice came faintly from the bed.
The calm tone frightened Mrs. Sai and dropped the gavel in her hand.
"Your Majesty...you...you..."
The emperor who was not far away had already gotten up from the bed and sat on the futon in the Zen room again. There was no trace of anger in his expression, and he silently poured himself a cup of tea: "I understand you, and I know you have resentment in your heart, so I know you have resentment during the day.
What I said was not what I felt in my heart. I am sorry for you and made you spend your youth in endless waiting."
Mrs. Sai did not answer, put down the wooden fish and returned to the emperor, sitting cross-legged, bowing her head and saying nothing.
"But you have to understand that you are different from other women. Since you have chosen the royal family, you must be able to endure the loneliness that other women cannot bear. If you are not in the palace, you don't know how the women in the palace are doing. Each of them has something in their heart.
Resentment, but what can you do? In comparison, it may be a good destination for you to settle down in a corner. I have many women, some of whom I don’t even remember, but why do I remember you alone? Because I value your spirituality. This time
After coming to see you, I am afraid I will never see you again in this life. I really hope you can still retain a trace of your spirituality from back then."
This low and depressing sermon came at the wrong time, making the small Zen room feel a little weirder.
The emperor is the proud son of heaven, and being the emperor's woman may be a lifelong honor, but the most painful part is now.
In front of the emperor, no one can tell their true thoughts, let alone the word "no".
Silence is resistance.
Seeing the emperor's aging, Mrs. Sai couldn't bear it for a moment, but she was torn to pieces by the emperor's words that sounded like needles pricking her again and again.
Sometimes I really think about it, it would be better not to see each other than not to see each other, so at least I still have something to think about.
Back then, the man in front of me fell in love with her because of her singing voice.
Now, I really want to sing a song about that person's sex, so that the person can listen to his heart.
Just as she was about to speak, a knock on the door next door interrupted Mrs. Sai's thoughts.
"Da da da……"
Upon hearing the knock on the door, the people in the meditation room immediately dropped the wooden fish and hurried to the door.
If you knock on the door at this point, you will know who it is without even thinking.
He said he came to fast, but after all, he could not be as calm as a saint, and worldly things were still weighing on his mind.
When she opened the door and saw the person she had longed for, Qin Huairou couldn't help but smile.
"Ms. sir!"
Seeing his wife's smile blooming like a night begonia, Xia Shang's unquiet heart became even hotter.
With almost no hesitation, Xia Shang knelt down and picked up his wife, walked straight into the Zen room, and even forgot to close the door. He placed his wife on the ground between two small futons and gave her a gentle kiss.
On the forehead, there is warmth as well as tenderness like water.
Qin Huairou was a little confused by her husband's sudden kiss. She lay on the ground and tried to struggle, but was pressed tightly by her husband, unable to move at all.
"Ms. Sir, let go! This is...the Zen room, the Bodhisattva, the Bodhisattva is watching! You can't do it!"
Xia Shang raised his head and saw a lifelike white jade Guanyin statue on the table, looking at the two people below him with a kind face.
"How can I not do it?!"
"This is disrespectful!"
"I do not care!"
After saying that, Xia Shang took his wife's fragrant lips in his mouth with some impatience, and a trace of softness flowed from his lips while sucking, which was so beautiful.
However, Qin Huairou felt that something was wrong with her husband, and after some entanglement, she finally pushed him away, breathing in the fragrance and arranging her plain clothes.
"Ms. sir, what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? Why don't you tell me what's wrong with you?" Xia Shang's mood was a little excited, far less free and easy than when he threw the verdict into the wind before. At this moment, his true heart was, "You have suffered and sacrificed for me.
Many people never tell me. I just don’t understand, are you and I considered husband and wife? Why can’t you tell me what you really need?”
Xia Shang's words were a bit serious and scary. Qin Huairou was about to explain, but Xia Shang sat flat and put his hands on Qin Huairou's shoulders.
"You would rather ask for a child by drawing lots than say that you want a child. You would rather buy me a concubine than say that you want a child. You would rather come here to fast for a hundred days and tell me that you want a child."
!What on earth are you thinking about?”
"Ms. sir, I..."
"I'm just asking you, do you want to give me a baby?"
"I want it, I have never dreamed of it."
"That's it!" Xia Shang grabbed his wife's slender shoulders, held her in his arms arrogantly, and whispered into his ear, "Here tonight, as the Bodhisattva is my witness, I want you to conceive my Xia
Shang’s child. Don’t believe in those drawing lots, don’t believe in Bodhisattva’s blessings, Bodhisattva cannot help with such things as giving birth to a child.”
While talking, Xia Shang gently pinched Qin Huairou's belt.
At that time, a pair of small hands were still resisting, but they could not stop the persistence of the big hands. Gradually, the belt fell away, and the plain clothes slipped over the shoulders. A cold wind rushed in from outside the house, swaying the firelight and chilling the wonderful person inside.
Son.
Qin Huairou shuddered, and glanced at her icy jade skin exposed in front of her husband. She felt ashamed and cold, lowered her head and got into her husband's arms with a red face, and said in a trembling voice:
"Ms. sir, I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of? Afraid of light, afraid of Buddha, or afraid of me?"
"They're all afraid."
"Do you want to?"
"Think..." The beauty in her arms suddenly choked up, "I have thought about it a long time ago. I think about it day and night, but I can't figure out what my husband is thinking. I don't know what I have done wrong, and my husband will be left in the cold every night. If
To be favored by your husband for one night is to offend the Bodhisattva, and I am willing to do so."
A gust of wind came and extinguished the only candle in the Zen room. In the sudden darkness, only the cold moonlight poured in. The delicate skin with rain and light in this hazy place was particularly touching. Thinking of what I just said, I looked at
Seeing the most beautiful scene in front of him, Xia Shangcai suddenly realized that he was wrong to endure it. It turned out that the lady who valued affection and righteousness was also a little woman, looking forward to the most ordinary love.
At this moment, Xia Shang thought of a lot.
I thought of Shigure’s stubbornness when she drew her sword against her father when they first met;
I thought of the moist eyes of the other party when I carried the sedan chair to the Qin Mansion;
Thinking of the awkwardness when we shared a bed for the first time;
Thinking of how many times I risked my life to save;
I thought of the three obeisances and nine kowtows on the mountain road;
Thinking of the blood on my knees at this moment;
I thought of the judgment hiding in the corner;
I thought of a woman’s little wish.
At this moment, Xia Shang's heart was pounding.
Perhaps this is the emotion that Xia Shang really needs, without a trace of artificiality, without a trace of evil thoughts, without a trace of flattery...
Xia Shang knew that this was how the wife of a well-known matchmaker should be treated, and it was also the attitude he should have towards the first woman he was truly obsessed with and admired in his life.
When emotion breaks out, the inner impulse does not care about time, place, or environment. The only thing that matters is the person in front of you.
In her passionate eyes, Qin Huairou felt her husband's heartbeat. A trace of blush crept onto her cheeks, and she stopped resisting. She squinted her eyes and slowly lay down as her husband's body pressed down.