After an unknown amount of time, the door finally creaked and someone pushed it open from the inside.
Linglong walked out, and saw that her hair was slightly loose, her face was pink, and she looked a little tired between her brows. She was adjusting her clothes while moving lightly. When she saw the people at the door, she straightened her face and said, "Your Majesty He has already gone to bed, he likes to be quiet, so just leave one of you to take care of him at night."
As he said that, he casually pointed at Mo Shuang with his slender hand, "How about you?"
In the end, without waiting for anyone to react, he gently lifted up his skirt, picked up the jade stone and walked down the steps slowly. In a direction that no one could see, his eyes dimmed, and a faint sadness lingered in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Mo Shuang stood at the door, watching that charming figure walking further and further into the night, her heart felt full and sour.
The other maids and eunuchs seemed to have received amnesty, and were so happy that they dispersed. She was left alone at the door and stood quietly for a while, then turned around and walked back with a sigh.
The doors of the outer hall and the middle hall were closed one by one, and she tiptoed into the inner hall. It was very quiet inside, so quiet that she seemed to only hear her own breathing and heartbeat.
Sure enough, he fell asleep.
It's better to fall asleep, so you don't have to face it, and you don't have to suffer.
Curving her lips, she turned around and gently closed the door of the inner hall, and then walked step by step to the dragon couch.
There was a futon beside the couch, which was specially used by the maid and eunuch who kept watch at night. She walked over and knelt on it, not knowing what she was thinking.
The palace lantern on the bedside gave off a dim yellow light, which hit the couch directly. The couch was in a mess, as if it had experienced a sweep.
He lay there quietly, his back turned, motionless.
The bright yellow quilt, the bright yellow sheets, the bright yellow soft pillow, the bright yellow pajamas, the messy yellow color, she felt, was so painful to the eyes.
Lowering her eyes, she stopped herself from looking, but her heart still felt like a knife cutting her, and she was trembling with pain.
Perhaps it was because it was her first time to kneel and she was not used to it, or maybe it was because she had grown older and was not used to it. After a while, she felt sore and painful in her knees.
At first she could grit her teeth and endure it, but later, she couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing the man on the bed sleeping soundly, she started to kneel on one foot alternately, and later, she simply knelt and sat on her lap.
While gently rubbing her knees, she secretly cursed this cannibalistic feudal society. In a daze, she suddenly felt as if a gaze was resting on her face.
She was startled, raised her head suddenly, and ran straight into a pair of dark, deep pupils.
ah!
When did he wake up
She didn't even know he turned over.
Lowering her eyebrows in panic, she quickly asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you need anything?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she knew she was wrong, and she was complaining in her heart. She should ask what the instructions were.
Sure enough, the man chuckled and looked at her sarcastically, "Can you afford what I need?"
Perhaps due to the alcohol, his already low-alcohol voice became hoarse and hoarse, ringing in the quiet inner hall and making Mo Shuang's heart tremble.
What does he want
Sincerely
Of course she could afford it, but he didn't want it.
After a few seconds of silence, not wanting to continue these boring topics with him, she curved her lips and smiled, "Slave, go get the emperor a glass of water!"
After saying that, he stood up without waiting for his reaction. Perhaps the pregnant woman had low blood sugar, and she had knelt for too long and stood up too hard, so her feet went soft and her body fell straight to the side, "Bang." With a "thud" sound, his forehead hit the bedpost of the dragon bed without any deviation.
With stars in her eyes, she knelt down on the ground and covered her forehead in pain. She looked at the bed and saw him looking at her for a moment, looking at her embarrassment.
The black eyes were cold and indifferent, without waves or waves, like a deep pool that made people unable to see to the edge, but there was absolutely no trace of pity.
He could just reach out and help her, but he didn't.
Maybe it's just what he intended
Curling her lips bitterly, she stood up again holding on to the bedpost, walked slowly to the desk, poured a glass of water, then turned back, stretched out her hands in front of him, "Your Majesty, please drink water!"
"Is this the rule that grandma taught you?" Leng Qisu said coldly, his cold eyes sweeping over the swelling on her forehead, her bare feet, and finally landing on her straight Hands stretched out straight in front of him.
She pursed her lips and said nothing. She knew that no matter what she did now, she would never go along with what he wanted.
It’s just that it’s better not to implicate that nanny.
After thinking about it, she turned around, first placed the tea cup in her hand on the bedside table, leaned over and slowly helped him sit up.
The familiar temperature and familiar ambergris made her feel like crying.
Pursing her lips and lowering her eyebrows, she tried her best to calm herself down.
She picked up another soft pillow and stuffed it behind his back, then turned around and picked up the tea cup again and handed it over.
He didn't answer.
"Could it be that you want me to drink it myself?"
He still stared at her coldly, his eyes cold.
Mo Shuang wanted to reply to him, "Do you want me to drink it for you?" But she thought about it and held it back. She turned around and looked around, trying to find a spoon or something, but there was none.
Somehow, the scene in the Fourth Prince's Mansion where he fed her medicine came to mind when she caught wind and cold after being caught in the rain.
At that time, she was angry with him because of the rumors in the house and refused to take the medicine he gave her. He smiled instead of angry. When she turned her head to the left, the porcelain spoon in his hand went to the left. When she turned her head to the right, the porcelain spoon fell to the left. Followed to the right, and finally took advantage of her not paying attention, raised her lower jaw, and forcefully fed her in.
Thinking about it, it feels like it happened yesterday, and the memory is so profound.
"Do you want me to drink it or not?"
She came back to her senses, suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and with lightning speed, she lifted his chin with one hand, and poured the tea directly in with the other hand.
(End of chapter)