The woman slowly opened her misty eyes and looked at him, staring closely for a long time. There were tears in her clear eyes. She moved her dry and peeling lips and murmured: "Your Majesty..."
Leng Qisu's eyes hurt, and he didn't know how to respond.
She is Mo Shuang, but not Mo Shuang. There is no him in her world now, and there are no unforgettable memories between the two of them.
What should he do to her
In what way should we treat her and in what capacity should we treat her so as not to hurt her
He, who had always been calm, could hardly contain his heartbeat, just like an inexperienced boy talking to the woman he admired for the first time, full of things on his mind but unable to express them.
Should he call her Mo Shuang, Zizhuo, or Ruyan
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving me!"
Seeing that he was silent, the woman bit her lip and watched him speak timidly.
Her guarded, fearful, and pitiful look made his heart ache. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer. He stretched out his hands to pull her into his arms, gently pressed his chin to the top of her hair, and sighed in a low voice, "No." Thank me, it’s my responsibility to protect you, but every time I make you suffer, it’s my fault, it’s all my fault!”
The woman seemed to be a little resisted and moved slightly, but the wound was involved again. She groaned softly in pain and did not dare to move anymore.
Her reaction fell into Leng Qisu's eyes, and a hint of bitterness passed through his eyes. He slowly let go of her and let her lie down, with her head gently leaning on the soft pillow.
He doesn't force her.
He couldn't force her.
The woman glanced at him gratefully, pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.
For a long time, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Finally, it was Leng Qisu who spoke first, "There's soup simmering on the charcoal stove. I'll get it."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then shook her head slightly, "I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten for a whole day, so you have to eat something even if you're not hungry."
The tone was very soft, but it carried a domineering tone that no one could refuse. For some reason, people didn't feel disgusted at all.
As he spoke, he stood up, walked to the charcoal stove in the hall, brought down the soup bowl simmering on it wrapped in a brocade towel, and poured the soup inside into the porcelain bowl on the desk.
Zizhuo lay on the bed, quietly looking at the handsome and tall figure, listening to the sound of soup pouring into the bowl, as if in a dream.
She had thought about meeting this man again many times, but she never thought of this.
She almost died.
He saved her again.
In a daze, Leng Qisu was sitting on the edge of the bed holding a porcelain bowl, gently lifting her up, and then stuffed a soft pillow behind her, letting her head rest on it and her back free.
After doing all this, he stirred the soup bowl in his hand with a porcelain spoon. After a moment, he picked up a spoon, put it to his lips to test the temperature, and handed it to her.
Zizhuo didn't open her mouth to answer, but just stared at him blankly, watching him do all this naturally and patiently, as if they were the most affectionate couple.
However, she had no impression at all.
To her, he was just a stranger she had met once.
"Come on, be good, open your mouth!"
Seeing that she didn't answer, Leng Qisu was not anxious or annoyed. He was not a man who could comfort others, but he was rarely patient with her.
Hearing this, Zizhuo actually opened her lips, but just when the porcelain spoon touched her lips, she seemed to think of something again and suddenly said, "Why doesn't the emperor ask me?"
Leng Qisu was startled, but then he curved his lips and smiled faintly, "What do I ask you?"
"Ask me why I appear here?"
Zizhuo stared at him.
Leng Qisu was shocked again. Unexpectedly, she would say this. He lowered his eyes and smiled. He originally wanted to say that these are not important, but when he saw her serious face and eager to know the answer, he was in a good mood and asked happily. Eyebrow, "Oh? Then why do you appear here?"
Since he dared to ask so directly, he must have already thought of his words.
He might as well listen.
"If I say that I want to retrieve my lost memory, will the Emperor believe me?"
Leng Qisu's hand shook, and the soup in the porcelain spoon almost spilled out.
Does the emperor believe it
This way of questioning and this tone were so familiar that for a moment, he had the illusion that she had restored Mo Shuang's memory.
His black eyes lit up, and he stared into hers, but then dimmed again for a moment. No, she didn't remember anything.
Seeing that he was silent, Zizhuo felt a little guilty. After all, she was not good at lying. She still remembered Chu Xunmo saying that every time she wanted to lie, her eyes would betray her completely.
She bit her lip and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, you don't believe it?"
"No!" Leng Qisu replied firmly, "I believe it!"
There are hundreds of reasons to make up, and this woman made up the one he was most happy to hear.
"Here, drink the soup. If you don't drink it, you'll have to put it in the stove to simmer for a while."
Zizhuo still hadn't recovered from the shock of his words, "I believe." When she saw the porcelain spoon touching her lips, she instinctively opened her mouth, and a spoonful of warm soup went into her throat.
"You could come to me directly and you wouldn't have suffered so much!" Leng Qisu picked up the brocade towel and gently wiped the corners of her lips, then scooped up another spoonful.
"I looked for it, and I said I was Mo Shuang, but the guards at the door said that Mo Zhaoyi had been dead a long time ago, and then asked me some things about Mo Shuang, which I don't even remember. They almost arrested me as an assassin. , I have no choice but to come in by choosing a concubine."
At this point, Zizhuo pursed her lips, looking aggrieved and indignant.
Looking at her innocent and cute appearance, Leng Qisu smiled lowly and said, "You, there are many ways, but you chose the two most stupid and troublesome ones. For example, if you used the identity of Meng Zhaolai, I believe No one dares to neglect you!"
"Meng Zhao is here to envoy? Yes, why didn't I think of it at that time?" Zi Zhuo's eyes lit up with an expression of realization. After thinking about it for a while, his face darkened again. He lowered his eyes and murmured: "If that's the case, you must also Won’t see me.”
"Why?"
"Because in Meng Zhao, I did that to you!"
She almost killed him!
Leng Qisu felt a pain in his heart. He put the porcelain bowl on the table nearby. He couldn't help but reached out to hold her face and said softly, "It's not your fault. You have no memory, right?"
The two of them were so close that their breathing could be heard.
The warm breath lightly hit her cheeks, mixed with a touch of ambergris, and Zizhuo felt a little dazed. She felt as if she had experienced it before, as if she was really familiar with this man, but she couldn't remember it.
The blurred look in her eyes made Leng Qisu's heart skip a beat, as if a feather gently touched his heartstrings. He lowered his head and kissed her lips gently.
ah!
Zizhuo was caught off guard. He opened his big eyes and looked at the enlarged handsome face in front of him. He was so shocked that he couldn't breathe.
But for some reason, that familiar feeling hit my brain again.
Have they ever been like this before
She was once his Zhaoyi, so how far has their relationship developed
Do the two of them have that
In her wild thoughts, her heart beat wildly.
No, she can't do this!
Brother Chu is still waiting for her!
She stretched out her hand and was about to push him away, but he took a step ahead of her and let go of her lips.
"I won't force you!"
His breath was a little short and his voice was a little rough. He left her face with his hands, picked up the porcelain bowl on the side and scooped up a spoonful of soup.
Zizhuo was also panting slightly, her cheeks flushed, but she didn't dare to raise her head to look into his earnest eyes.
I can’t describe how I feel, it’s so strange!
It's a little itchy, but there's also some resistance.
Invisibly, there was a faint ambiguity spreading in the hall, and the two of them just fed and held each other without saying a word.
Zizhuo lowered his eyes and looked at the dragon pattern on the brocade quilt in front of him, but through the faint light in the corner of his eyes, he could vaguely feel Leng Qisu's hot gaze falling on his face.
After a long silence, she suddenly thought of something and raised her head, "Does the Emperor know how I lost my memory?"
Leng Qisu's body trembled. At this time, the bottom of the porcelain bowl in his hand also reached its bottom. He gently wiped the corners of her lips with a brocade towel, stood up, put the porcelain bowl on the table, and turned around, "I'm not very good either. Clearly, maybe you will remember it yourself later.”
Although he wanted her to remember everything they had, whether it was painful or sweet, he felt that it was unfair to her.
But let it be God’s will! In fact, for her, forgetting is not a good thing. At least, she lives a simple life now and is not as tired or miserable as before.
Hearing his answer, Zizhuo was a little disappointed and responded gloomily, "Oh!"
Leng Qisu smiled. How could Mo Shuang be like this before? She carried all her emotions by herself. Now her happiness and anger are all written on her face. He walked over and said, "I'll help you lie down and rest for a while."
Zizhuo pursed her lips and nodded.
Although the bed was specially padded with thick soft cotton, it still hurt so much when his back was pressed against her. Seeing her little face scrunched together, Leng Qisu frowned, wishing he could bear it for her.
She looked at him aggrievedly, as if she had gathered a lot of courage, "Your Majesty, can I sleep on my stomach?"
Although she knew that for a woman, that kind of sleeping posture was inelegant, she couldn't care less about it.
Seeing her aggrieved, coquettish, and pitiful look, Leng Qisu smiled lowly, but his heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, "As long as you are willing, you can do whatever you want, I don't mind."
After saying that, he picked her up and gently turned her body over.
As if the wound was involved again, she hissed, "That one of yours, Yun Zhaoyi's, is really cruel."
Leng Qisu's eyes were slightly cold and he whispered, "She has already paid the price for her ignorance of life and death."
Zizhuo didn't hear clearly and raised her little head to look at him, "What?"
He curled his lips and reached out to touch her hair, "It's nothing! Go to sleep!"
He lifted the quilt and gently covered her body.
At this time, the sound of tiny footsteps came. He was startled, turned around, and saw a figure entering from the palace door. The light and shadow were reversed, and the skirt of the person who came was reflected slightly, and it was exquisite.
His eyes narrowed slightly, wasn't Li Quansheng guarding the door
He looked back at the woman on the bed, then turned to look at the person who came, and said calmly, "Why are you here?"
Linglong smiled bitterly, "Can't my concubine come?"
Her eyes passed over the bed, and she looked at Leng Qisu. For a moment, a layer of sadness shrouded the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
Leng Qisu didn't take it too seriously and smiled, "Do you have a problem with me?"
"Yes!" Linglong bit her lower lip, paused, and continued, "Concubine, come and see, what kind of woman made our always just and wise emperor become so violent? He issued two imperial edicts in a row, and a gift When Yun Zhaoyi entered the cold palace, he ordered the guards to have their hands cut off."
Leng Qisu's eyes flickered, his black eyes stared at her, his lips curled up in a half-smile, "Linglong's news is quite good!"
"Informed?" Linglong chuckled, with a hint of bitterness, "It has spread in the palace. The emperor said that I am well-informed?"
"Then Linglong came here...to intercede on their behalf?" Leng Qisu narrowed his eyes, with a deep look in his eyes.
"No! I just felt sad and couldn't help but come here. That day, the emperor jumped off the cliff for Mo Zhaoyi. I was convinced that I lost. Today, the emperor lost his mind because of another woman. I thought, it turns out that the emperor's affection for Mo Zhaoyi is nothing more than this!" Linglong chuckled, her expression gloomy, "It turns out that this is the affection of an emperor!"
Leng Qisu was slightly startled, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Do you know who this woman is?"
(End of chapter)