Maybe it's because the parents have been settled, Ji Ting has no other worries in his heart, this time he slept soundly, and when he woke up, it was already the morning of the next day, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Mammy's face magnified ten times, she Suddenly startled, almost kissed the nanny.
"What are you doing?" Ji Ting covered her mouth in shock.
Momo curled her lips and turned red, and knelt down beside her with a wailing sound: "Imperial Concubine, Your Majesty, he has passed away!"
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment: "When did it happen?"
"Last night." Mammy burst into tears, looking distraught.
Ji Ting hurriedly lifted the quilt and stood up: "Why didn't you wake me up last night for such a big matter?!"
"The governor has ordered you not to disturb your rest. If someone else asks, they will say that you have fainted from grief." The nanny wiped away her tears, and finally couldn't help showing a smile. Before the collapse, a will was left for the Nine Princes to inherit the throne, and once the enthronement ceremony is over, you will be the Empress Dowager!"
"... You switch emotions too quickly." Ji Ting was speechless.
Mammy was a little embarrassed: "This servant is also happy for you... You are awake now, and you have to go to the emperor to cry. If you don't go, I'm afraid you will be pointed at."
"What did the governor say, did he let me go? I won't be kidnapped by rebels as soon as I get there, right?" After reading too many drama books, she always felt that this meeting would be in danger at any time. want to go out.
The mother smiled: "Your Majesty is thinking too much. The emperor has refused to establish a crown prince these years, and the court is full of Lord Governors. The power of Lord Governors is no longer a day or two. How could you let something happen in the harem? .”
Ji Ting thought it was the same, so he asked the nanny to wait on him and changed into plain white clothes, after thinking about it, he applied a layer of powder on his face, and his face suddenly turned pale. The mother nodded again and again: "Your Majesty has a way. All the concubines have been crying in front of the coffin all night, and all of them are extremely haggard. If we go there with a red face, we will definitely cause trouble."
"Well, let's go." Ji Ting looked in the mirror, made sure he couldn't find any flaws, and went out.
The nanny followed behind, and kept whispering: "When you get there later, you must cry aloud. Although the governor ordered you not to cry, it is not appropriate for slaves to think about it. You're still pretending to be more or less."
"I see." Ji Ting missed Shen Tuchuan in his heart, and wanted to ask him about the situation, but he had to put on a depressed face and walked forward with his head down.
After walking for a while, finally arrived at the mourning hall, Ji Ting saw the concubines kneeling in front of the mourning from a distance, shouted out loudly, ran to the mourning with his hands covering his face like singing, and knelt down with a plop.
Seeing this series of smooth operations, Mammy couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, but fortunately, the others were tired all night and didn't have the energy to look at her, even if there were a few peeping peeks, they didn't dare to say anything .
Just as Ji Ting knelt down and howled a few times, he was exhausted, and then remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast, and looked at the food on the mourning hall, and swallowed.
But I can only look at it, Ji Ting sighed, and whispered after the nanny came over: "Why didn't you remind me to eat breakfast?"
"Ouch! This servant is only thinking of you being the empress dowager, and forgot about breakfast." Mammy looked remorseful, obviously this was the biggest mistake in her career as a slave.
Ji Ting looked at her helplessly: "Forget it, it's all here, it's too late to eat."
Mammy said yes again and again, and helped her to the side and knelt down.
The crying spirit lasted longer than Ji Ting expected. In the blink of an eye, three people in the hall had passed out, and the rest had no intention of getting up. She was very hungry, but she could only hold on.
As the sun gradually moved westward, her knees hurt so much that she knelt there staggeringly. The mammy looked worried, but she couldn't help her, she could only whisper encouragement beside her.
"... No matter how much you say, it's useless. I'm afraid I really can't do it. Mommy, remember to catch me." Ji Ting said weakly.
Mammy was puzzled: "Catch what..."
Before he finished speaking, Ji Ting blinked at her, and then fell into her arms. After being stunned for a moment, the nanny came to her senses, and hurriedly shouted: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Come on, Your Majesty has passed out ! Send the empress back to rest!"
After a period of turmoil, Ji Ting returned to Fengqi Palace as he wished, and asked someone to make a bunch of delicacies and start eating.
Calm was restored in the hall again, and a concubine finally couldn't help but said sourly: "The imperial concubine is really lucky. She has never spent a day in bed, but she has won a prince for nothing. Now that the late emperor passed away, she only stayed for a whole morning. Then passed out and rested, compared with her, our physique is as rough as a slave."
"Sister, be careful, the first emperor passed on the Nine Princes, and the imperial concubine will be the empress dowager in the future, it is not for you and me to discuss." A younger concubine said.
The concubine twisted her handkerchief jealously: "I will go up with the emperor in a few days, what else is there to be afraid of?"
"Sister said that, but you want to ignore your mother's family?" The concubine asked back.
Her voice was neither loud nor low, but it was enough for all the concubines in the hall to hear clearly. Sure enough, when she spoke, the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the other concubines was immediately suppressed.
Here, Shen Tuchuan heard the news that Ji Ting had passed out, and immediately returned to the harem from the previous dynasty, but as soon as he entered Fengqi Palace, he saw her feasting, and was immediately angry and funny: "Someone said you passed out just now."
"I pretended." Ji Ting picked up a piece of taro, and his mouth suddenly bulged, "Why are you back?"
"Why do you think I'm back?" Shen Tuchuan laughed angrily. He just heard that she passed out. Although he subconsciously felt that there was something wrong, his body still took a step ahead. By the time he guessed the key point, he had already arrived here.
Ji Ting quickly swallowed what was in his mouth: "Is there someone making trouble today?"
"No, since you have nothing to do, I'll leave first. If you don't want to keep watch, just inform the Tai Hospital directly, and they will help you find a reason." Shen Tuchuan said hastily.
Ji Ting clicked his tongue: "Is the Tai Hospital all yours? Your hands are long enough, Lord Governor."
"Why, just about to become the empress dowager, you want to deal with me, a courtier?" Shen Tuchuan raised his eyelids and looked at her.
Ji Ting snorted softly, got up and walked slowly to him, took advantage of his unpreparedness, stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the face: "That's not willing, I just want to kiss."
The corners of Shen Tuchuan's lips curled up, he grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his arms: "When I'm done..."
He didn't say what to do after he was busy, but his eyes made Ji Ting blush and heartbeat, and he didn't dare to provoke him anymore. She pushed him away in a panic: "Go to work quickly, I won't bother you."
Shen Tuchuan snorted lightly, turned and left. As soon as he left, Ji Ting lost his appetite, and lazily lay down on the chaise longue, flicking around to pass the time.
Thanks to Shen Tuchuan, she didn't go to guard the spirit that day, but she had to go the next day, and she didn't go to the main hall until almost noon. As soon as she arrived, she started yesterday's process. I wiped my sweat.
Acting is really hard work.
When the harem was busy, the front court was not idle either. Ji Ting didn't know the danger, but he also understood that it would not be easy for the Ninth Prince to board the plane, but fortunately, the final result was good.
In the evening of that day, it was announced to the world that the new emperor would board the plane half a month later, and everyone in the harem waited in front of the late emperor's spirit and knelt down to congratulate Ji Ting.
Ji Ting sullenly put on a sad look: "Sisters, let's get down together, we still have to support each other in this palace in the future."
"Empress Dowager!" A little concubine who just entered the palace this year plopped down on her knees, looking at Ji Ting with tears in her eyes, "I beg your empress to save my concubine, please forgive me!"
The little concubine's words seemed to be preposterous, and a dozen or so childless concubines also knelt down and begged her in tears. This cry was much more sincere than when they were facing the late emperor. Looking at these flower-like little girls, Ji Ting couldn't help but sigh, and when he was about to say something, a cold voice came from outside the door—
"The bones of the first emperor are not yet cold, so what are you trying to do by persecuting the Empress Dowager like this?"
Everyone was excited, and when Shen Tuchuan stepped over the threshold and walked in, everyone dared not show their anger.
Ji Ting looked at him, his eyes full of unbearable, Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "When the late emperor passed away, he didn't leave a single word to ask you to be buried. Pray, you don’t want to?”
The concubines were all stunned, and they understood the key point when their brains were active, and immediately kowtowed to Ji Ting, and the rest followed suit.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at Ji Ting, and said solemnly: "The new emperor has returned to the palace, the empress will come with me."
"...Okay." Ji Ting hurriedly followed and walked out.
Both of them were sullen, and neither of them spoke. It was not until the deserted path that Ji Ting secretly grabbed Shen Tuchuan's sleeve. Shen Tuchuan paused, and wrapped her hand in his palm.
"It's so pitiful to practice with hair. They are so young, with good family background and good looks. They could have had a good life." Ji Ting sighed.
Shen Tuchuan held her hand tightly: "Do you want them to stay in the palace?"
"Staying in the palace is also a test of life, but at least it's better than practicing with hair." Ji Ting pursed his lips.
Shen Tuchuan said lightly: "But I don't want them to stay."
Ji Ting frowned and looked at him, he paused for a moment and continued: "It's too annoying, the new emperor is still young, and it will take a few years to start choosing a concubine. Once they leave, there will be only the two of us in the harem, no good ?"
"It's good, it's just..."
Shen Tuchuan interrupted her: "It's just an excuse to practice with hair. I will hint to their families that they can escape by feigning death if they find a chance, and let them find their own future."
"Can it still be like this?" Ji Ting cheered up.
Shen Tuchuan glanced at her: "Why, are you tempted?"
"... You really are." Ji Ting didn't know whether to laugh or cry, glanced at no one around, and immediately pinched his palm.
The corners of Shen Tuchuan's lips curled up: "I'll be very busy these days, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you, you can do whatever you want, don't care too much about other people's eyes."
Ji Ting knew that he meant that he didn't want her to watch the spirit again, but it would definitely cause him some trouble, because she just followed her words and didn't intend to really do it so recklessly.
The two were talking, and soon arrived at the East Palace. Ji Ting stared at the gate in front of him, and suddenly stopped nervously.
Shen Tuchuan gave her a strange look: "Why don't you go in?"
"I'm a little scared..." Thinking about it, she was only seventeen years old, and she had a six-year-old son.
Shen Tuchuan comforted: "Don't worry, the Ninth Prince will get along very well."
"Really? But I don't think he will like me." No one would like a mother who appeared out of nowhere, not to mention that she and Shen Tuchuan are both people who can pose a threat to the throne to the new emperor.
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment: "The new emperor was born by a court lady. He was raised outside the palace since he was a child, and was harshly abused by those servants. If you hadn't brought him into the palace, I am afraid he would have had a hard time even surviving."
"Is that so..." Ji Ting was a little taken aback.
A hint of warmth flashed in Shen Tuchuan's eyes: "So don't worry, although he has never met you, he is grateful to you in his heart. I always see people accurately, and the new emperor will not be the kind of person who repays kindness with revenge."
Hearing what Shen Tuchuan said, Ji Ting finally felt relieved, and mustered up the courage to walk into the courtyard step by step. After walking for a long time, he saw a thin and small figure, who was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard reading.
The little figure seemed to have noticed something, and the moment he raised his head, he looked at Ji Ting, and the two were stunned at the same time. After a while, Ji Ting said with a sneer: "Huang, Huang'er."
The child was a little shy, and there was a three-point shadow of her on his face: "Mother's queen."
…
Getting along with the new emperor was so harmonious that far surpassed Ji Ting's imagination. When she came back from the East Palace, she was very reluctant to let go, so she ran away early the next morning, and the relationship between the 'mother and son' improved by leaps and bounds.
The days passed day by day, and the previous dynasty gradually stabilized. After seven days in the hall, the late emperor finally had the last night left.
According to the rules, all the concubines had to guard in the hall that night, and Ji Ting was no exception. As soon as the dinner time was over, she walked over in plain clothes, knelt down in her seat, and didn't even bother to call for funerals.
Kneeling until late at night, both legs felt numb. Ji Ting felt that if she really persisted until tomorrow, she would definitely not be able to walk for a few days. Looking at the other concubines in the palace, they were in worse condition than hers. I've lost weight these days. She sighed and decided to be a good person: "I have a deep relationship with the late emperor and his wife. Now that the late emperor has passed away, I feel sad and want to talk to the late emperor alone. If you have nothing to do, you should leave first."
"Yes." All the concubines responded, and the servants of the various palaces rushed to help people, and left in a distorted manner.
Ji Ting waited for them to leave, and immediately repelled the rest of the palace people. After confirming that there was only her and a dead person in the hall, he immediately relaxed, leaning on the pillar and sitting on the ground casually, pressing his unconscious pain. knee.
Just because of this, she tied a cushion on her knees. Without that, she might lose her legs. Ji Ting sighed, felt that his legs were gradually regaining consciousness, and stopped rubbing them. He looked lazily at the coffin directly above, and finally felt afraid belatedly.
... What was she thinking just now, that she sent everyone away in order to be lazy for a while, and left herself alone with a corpse? Ji Ting swallowed, and gradually his whole body began to hair.
A gust of wind blew past the white flag, as if a figure had flashed by, Ji Ting tensed up instantly, staring at the prayer flag nervously.
"What's wrong… "
"what!"
Ji Ting screamed in horror, turned around and saw someone more at the door. Shen Tuchuan paused, then said helplessly, "It's me."
Ji Ting immediately relaxed, and stood up against the pillar with fear on his face: "Why are you here?"
"I heard from the palace people that you sent everyone else out. I was worried that you would be afraid, so I came to accompany you." Shen Tuchuan said, taking off the cloak on his body and putting it on her body, "Since you are afraid, Why do you have to stay by yourself?"
Ji Ting suddenly felt warm, and smiled embarrassedly: "I was so tired at the time, so I didn't care about these things, and I felt scared only after everyone left."
While talking, the white banner started to shake again. She nervously approached Shen Tuchuan, pulled his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Is the window open over there? Do you want to close it?"
"Hmm." A smile flashed in Shen Tuchuan's eyes, he raised his foot and walked towards the white banner, but just as he walked, he felt a tug on his sleeve, and he raised his eyebrows and looked over.
Ji Ting smiled mischievously: "I'll be with you."
"Okay." Shen Tuchuan took her hand and walked slowly towards the white banner.
Ji Ting's heart tensed up to the extreme for a moment, and she closed her eyes in fright when she passed the white flag, and she opened one eye quietly when she heard the sound of closing the window in her ear: "Is there still wind?"
"No more, don't be afraid." Shen Tuchuan comforted.
Only then did Ji Ting open his eyes completely, glanced at the white flag that was no longer fluttering, and gradually grew courageous: "I have nothing to fear, I am not afraid."
Shen Tuchuan didn't expose it, but said softly: "There is a resting place at the back of the hall, do you want to rest for a while?"
Ji Ting thought for a while and agreed, and when the two arrived at the back, they saw a soft couch. Ji Ting cheered and lay down on it, and finally sighed comfortably. Shen Tuchuan raised the corners of his lips and sat down beside her, put her leg on his own, and gently rubbed the painful place for her .
Ji Ting paused and sat up, grabbed his hand and said, "You've been exhausted these days, so don't worry too much about me."
"I'm fine. After the new emperor ascends the throne, everything will be safe." Shen Tuchuan said softly.
Ji Ting didn't follow him, and moved into the soft couch to make a large space for him: "Come here."
"The imperial concubine is so courageous?" Shen Tuchuan chuckled.
Ji Ting blushed, coughed and said, "The Ai family is now the queen mother."
"The slave has to obey."
Ji Ting was uncomfortable: "You are not a slave, don't talk nonsense."
Shen Tuchuan laughed, and lay down beside her, with their fingers intertwined. After a while, Ji Ting said softly: "From now on, the two of us will really depend on each other in this harem."
"You don't need to be so pitiful, you are the queen mother, and I will make you the most unfettered woman in the world." Shen Tuchuan promised plainly.
Ji Tingjing was silent for a moment: "Will you always be nice to me?"
Shen Tuchuan paused, then looked sideways at her: "Are you uneasy?"
Ji Ting smiled and didn't speak, but her eyes clearly told him that she was indeed disturbed. From now on, she will be trapped in the harem for the rest of her life. She has no intention of power, and all she can rely on is Shen Tuchuan. Shen Tuchuan is different. Even if he doesn't love her one day, he still has power and status. , with supreme honor and the ability to overturn clouds and rain.
The two of them were not equal from the very beginning, even if she became the queen mother, she would never be able to compare with him.
"You think so wildly, do you know that I will be angry?" Shen Tuchuan's voice was filled with displeasure.
Ji Ting pursed his lips: "Sorry, I don't know why when I think about sitting in that position, I feel scared..."
Shen Tuchuan faced her sideways, pinched her chin and looked at her for a while, then pressed a kiss on her lips: "Then what should I do to make you feel at ease?"
"...you don't need to do anything, I'll adjust it myself," Ji Ting said with a serious face, "You've already worked hard, so you don't have to do anything for me."
Shen Tuchuan raised the corners of his lips, not intending to do nothing as she said, and let her adjust by herself. He thought for a long time, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Why don't I tell you the truth?"
"Handling?" Ji Ting was taken aback for a moment.
Shen Tuchuan responded: "The handle is about me, the biggest secret."
"Then I won't listen anymore," Ji Ting hurriedly covered his ears, "If one day I'm tied up and tortured, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but say it."
Shen Tuchuan laughed, and pulled her hand back to hold it: "It's okay, even if you tell others, they may think you are talking nonsense."
Ji Ting couldn't help being curious: "What's the secret?"
Shen Tuchuan looked into her eyes quietly, and after a long time whispered: "Don't be afraid."
"...Don't speak in such a tone in such an environment, I won't be afraid." Ji Ting swallowed.
Shen Tuchuan laughed, took him into his arms, and said softly after a while: "I have a mark on my body. If you find that I am going to change your mind in the future, treat me with all your might. It won't be long before the mark disappears, and I will also leave it to you." will die."
"Are you telling a fairy tale?" Ji Ting's eyes were full of doubts. He got out of his arms and looked up at him. From this angle, he could only see his clean jaw.
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment, looked down at her, looked at the ignorance in her eyes, and suddenly laughed: "Don't you believe it?"
"It stands to reason that I should believe it. After all, you won't lie for no reason, but you, what you said is too strange. Why would you die when I treat you well?" Ji Ting looked at it in embarrassment. He said, "I really want to believe it, but it's too ridiculous."
Seeing her sincere distress, Shen Tuchuan raised the corners of his lips and never let go of it: "It's okay if you don't believe me, just remember one thing, if you want me to die, then treat me well, try your best to treat me well."
Ji Ting paused for a moment, and his expression gradually became weird: "I want to treat you desperately now, but I don't want you to die, what should I do?"
"You don't want me to die, so I will try my best not to die." Shen Tuchuan's eyes are full of tenderness. These days, he carefully maintains the mark, and gradually discovers more keys to maintain it. As long as the obsession in his heart is too strong, After the imprint becomes shallow to a certain extent, it will not become lighter again.
Ji Ting laughed: "Your words are self-contradictory. While saying that I treat you well, you will die, and while saying that I don't want you to die, you will not die. After all, the initiative is still in your hands Yes, it has nothing to do with me."
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt helpless: "...it seems to be true."
"So, I'll stop thinking about it, and just treat you well." Ji heard that, holding his face curiously, "But does your mark really exist? Can you show me?"
Shen Tuchuan didn't expect that she would make such a request, and after a moment of surprise, the base of his ears turned red: "No."
"why?"
"Not now...nor in the future." Shen Tuchuan thought of how close it was to the scar, and his eyes were a little sad.
Ji Ting was keenly aware of his emotions, and his voice became softer: "Did I make you sad by saying the wrong thing?"
"...Listen, do you know that I'm... different from normal men, so there are some things I can never do with you." There was bitterness in Shen Tuchuan's voice.
Ji Ting hurriedly appeased: "I know, I know, it's nothing to me, really, I like you, I like all your advantages and disadvantages, besides, you don't dislike me as a concubine, don't you?" , so don’t be sad about it.”
After she finished speaking, as if to prove her own words, she pecked at his eyebrows and eyes like a chicken pecking at rice. After a while, Shen Tuchuan didn't have the heart to think in a mess, and hugged him with a chuckle: "Sleep!" Well, I'm still busy tomorrow."
"... Hmm." Ji heard that he was no longer frustrated, his heart settled down, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Shen Tuchuan listened to her even breathing, and soon fell asleep. This time he had a dream, in which many grotesque fragments appeared. He calmly watched these fragments form various pictures, and knew that he was dreaming again .
Before Ji Ting entered the palace, he often had this kind of dream about his past life, and he was used to those pictures over and over in every dream. This time, as before, he watched these pictures quietly, waiting for the dream to disappear.
It's just that this time he waited for a long time, but he didn't wake up. Just when he was a little impatient, the fragments suddenly turned over, and then a brand new content appeared. As he looked at the extra content, his eyes gradually darkened.
Early the next morning, Ji Ting was startled when she heard the mourning and music played outside. When she opened her eyes, there was no one around her. She hurriedly arranged her appearance, and when she went around the hall, she found that the concubines had arrived. The new emperor knelt At the forefront, Shen Tuchuan was beside him.
The moment she appeared, Shen Tuchuan looked at her and motioned her to come over with his eyes. Ji Ting, who wanted to hide in the corner, bit the bullet and walked over. Just as he was about to kneel down beside Shen Tuchuan, Xindi stretched out his small hand and tugged at her sleeve, pulling her to his side.
"Queen, you will be with me later." The new emperor was very calm.
Ji Ting took a look at his red eyes, and immediately felt distressed: "Don't be too sad, you hurt your body carefully."
"I'm not sad." The new emperor looked sad, but his voice was quite lively, "Uncle Chuan gave me a solution." He said and handed the sleeve to Ji Ting.
Ji Ting leaned over curiously, and then a pungent smell irritated his eyes, tears streaming down his face, Shen Tuchuan frowned displeasedly behind them: "Your Majesty, don't mess around."
The new emperor snickered, and replied in a low voice: "The queen mother probably won't be able to cry, so I will help her."
Realizing that he was being bullied by the little bastard, Ji Ting asked earnestly while shedding tears: "Your father is dead, are you really sad?"
"He thinks my mother's status is low, and she doesn't even want to give her a title. I only got the title of prince last year. Before that, I was even worse than a slave outside the palace. In my eyes, he can't even compare to Uncle Chuan's toes. I will be sad when Uncle Chuan dies," the new emperor paused, then added after realizing something was wrong, "Of course, my mother, you gave me so many delicious food, if you die, I will It will be sad too.”
The corner of Ji Ting's mouth twitched when he heard this: "The emperor said carefully, your mother and concubine and I will live a long life." After speaking, he turned to look at Shen Tuchuan, seeing that he seemed to be a little absent-minded, he couldn't help showing a trace of surprise in his eyes.
The new emperor chuckled, and realized that he was not serious, and hurriedly wrinkled his face and cried. Ji Ting was amazed at the speed of his face change, and stared at it for a long time before starting to fake cry.
After a whole set of ceremonies, several hours had passed. When the gate of the imperial mausoleum was closed, Ji Ting's back was so sore that he supported the new emperor's shoulder as a crutch, and he glanced at Shen Tuchuan intentionally or unintentionally. I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always felt that Shen Tuchuan looked preoccupied today.
She was really worried, and when she left the imperial mausoleum, she passed by him and said in a low voice, "Come to Fengqi Palace tonight."
Shen Tuchuan paused, then nodded slightly. Ji Ting breathed a sigh of relief, and took big steps to catch up with the new emperor.
At night, Ji Ting soaked his feet in the hot water bucket and sighed comfortably. Having been busy all day, her body and mind were exhausted to the extreme. At this moment, she just wanted to have a good sleep, but thinking of someone coming later, she tried her best to hold on.
When Shen Tuchuan came in, he saw a drowsy little beauty with soaked feet. After standing at the door to admire for a while, he squatted down in front of her, fished her feet out of the water, and used a piece of dry wrapped in cloth.
Ji Ting was stunned for a moment, and laughed when he saw him: "You are here."
Shen Tuchuan lowered his head and wiped her feet carefully, then lifted them up and put them under the quilt, then looked up at her: "You asked me to come here, do you want to tell me something?"
"I have something to ask you." Ji Ting looked serious, "You are always absent-minded today, but what trouble did you encounter?"
Shen Tuchuan raised the corners of his lips: "Why have you been looking at me today?"
"It's not just today, I'm looking at you all the time." Since Ji Ting expressed his heart to him, he has become more and more able to use words to please him.
Hearing this, Shen Tuchuan's eyebrows and eyes were indeed a little gentle, but his eyes were a little sad when he remembered what happened in his dream.
"What's the matter?" Ji Ting was a little anxious.
Shen Tuchuan covered his emotions and looked into her eyes, and said softly for a while, "I had a dream last night."
"What dream?" Ji Ting couldn't help asking.
Shen Tuchuan stopped talking, and sat down next to her after a long time, and said after a while: "I dreamed about you, not very good."
"About me? What?" Ji Ting became even more curious.
Shen Tuchuan spread her hand in the palm of his hand, as if studying her palm prints, but both of them knew that his mind was not there: "Do you remember what I told you yesterday, the imprint?"
"What's wrong?" Ji Ting frowned.
Shen Tuchuan's eyelashes cast a small shadow in front of his eyes: "Actually, I didn't have it when I was young, but after going through a catastrophe, I was able to see it all of a sudden. There are more memories of my previous life in my mind, and... look to the experience of my life.”
Ji Ting had a serious face at first, but the more she listened, the more weird her face became. If it wasn't for Shen Tuchuan being too reliable in her heart, and not being a nonchalant person, I'm afraid she would poke his forehead right now to see if it was right. I have a fever.
"...So, you knew a long time ago that you and I would be together?" Ji Ting tried hard to put on a serious expression.
Shen Tuchuan was taken aback by her question, and suddenly realized that she was in the memory of the previous lives, but there was no her in the memory of this life. It was just based on the experience of the previous lives that he knew that there was 'Ji Ting' exists, so I subconsciously feel that it is the same in this life.
If it was before, he would definitely not be able to figure it out after noticing this, but after experiencing the dream last night, everything can be explained clearly. Shen Tuchuan looked at the people around him, his heart sank slowly.
Ji Ting realized that something was wrong with him, and said nervously: "What's wrong with you? Did I say something wrong?"
"No." Shen Tuchuan looked away.
Ji Ting nodded: "Let's go ahead, you have more memories of your previous life in your mind, and then what?"
Shen Tuchuan calmed down, and then slowly said: "In the memory of the previous life, I will meet you and fall in love with you in despair every life, but after I get happiness, I will die."
"...It sounds like my existence is not so good." Although he still felt that he was hysterical, Ji Ting still couldn't help being curious, "Then what did I dream about last night?"
Shen Tuchuan looked at her, and said softly for a while: "Some new memories."
"What?" Ji Ting asked cooperatively.
Shen Tuchuan stared deeply into her eyes: "Before last night, I always thought that you and I were people who experienced reincarnation together, but after thinking about something last night, I realized that you are an existence independent of my world. Every approach was deliberate, just to take my life with my own hands."
This is also why, in the previous lives, she had seen her fate at a glance, but in this life, she didn't find her existence at all, and she still appeared in front of him at a certain time.
Involuntary and deliberate, the difference between the two is simply a world of difference. He can accept that two people are like duckweeds, washed together by the torrent of fate, but he can't accept that she knows everything, but just watched himself sink.
Ji Ting: "..." It's okay for him to be hysterical, why is he still portraying her so unbearably
After Shen Tuchuan finished speaking, he looked at her, with a trace of happiness in his eyes: "Fortunately, you in this life don't have those memories from before. Although I don't know why, I am very grateful."
I am grateful that she was so pure from the beginning, and she will continue to be pure in the future.
"... If I came here with a purpose in the previous lives, how do you know that I didn't deliberately pretend to have amnesia this time?" Ji Ting couldn't laugh or cry, and just wanted to take him to see the imperial physician.
Shen Tuchuan chuckled: "Because you are stupid." If you really came here with a purpose, why would you not want to approach him before
Ji Ting: "..." doesn't sound like a good word.
"It's getting late, go to sleep, and I'll leave when you fall asleep." Shen Tuchuan looked at her ignorant eyes, and felt that it was unreasonable for him to be depressed all day. The self in the past few lives is not the self after all, the most important thing is to live well in the present.
Hearing that he was going to help him lie down, Ji hurriedly pressed his hand: "I want to see your mark." Although he still felt that his words were too ridiculous, he was always unwilling to verify it.
Shen Tuchuan stopped, his ears gradually turned red, Ji Ting thought that he didn't want to show it to him, so he immediately grabbed his sleeve and rolled around acting like a spoiled child, Shen Tuchuan's expression became more and more strange, until she was about to pounce on him. Ask: "...do you really want to see it?"
"Look!" Ji Ting didn't even think about it.
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment, then put his hand on the belt, and untied it with a light snap. Ji Ting was shocked: "What are you going to do?!"
"Didn't you want to see it?" Shen Tuchuan raised his brows.
Ji Ting stared at his belt vigilantly: "You, you, you are not allowed to bully others!"
"No bullying, my imprint is here," Shen Tuchuan touched his hip bone with his fingertips, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Do you still want to see it?"
"... depends." Ji Ting gritted her teeth, she had to make sure that he was hysterical before she could firmly take him to the imperial physician.
Shen Tuchuan nodded when he heard the words, and proceeded in slow motion. When he pulled down the hem of his trousers, Ji Ting's face turned red like a tomato.
Even so, she didn't yell to stop, staring at his crotch with a face of embarrassment, until the hem of her trousers was pulled down, revealing a black mark. She was stunned for a moment, only to feel that thousands of things poured into her brain, and she was numb from the pain for a while.
"I've never shown this to others, but did it scare you?" Seeing that she was silent, Shen Tuchuan rearranged his clothes.
Ji Ting suddenly came back to his senses: "No, I'm just tired."
"Then rest." Shen Tuchuan was a little surprised by her attitude, but seeing her tired face, he helped her to lie down, and carefully tucked her quilt.
Ji Ting took a look at him and closed her eyes tightly. She thought she would not be sleepy, but she fell asleep quickly after closing her eyes. This time, she also had a dream similar to Shen Tuchuan's. Countless memories flooded towards her.
The author has something to say: The memory is restored, is it still far from the end of this world