The identity of Song Derou is very interesting, because she turned out to be a reborn person.
Since it is rebirth, it will predict what happened in the previous life.
As the devil king of the abyss, Yun Xia travels through time and space to complete tasks, but she will not accept other plots other than the memory of the original owner.
At most, she could know the identity of the reborn person, for example, Song Derou was reborn.
But the reborn can predict the future, but she cannot.
She doesn't know what the future holds.
Yun Xia was thoughtful, and happened to hear a palace man knocking on the door outside, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty."
She looked up.
No one in the bedroom answered, because the emperor is resting now.
Yun Xia glanced at the young man with his eyes closed and limp.
His sleeping face is always quiet and harmless, his eyes are covered by thick and slender eyelashes, his side face is white and smooth like milk, his eyes are closed peacefully in his sleep, his white fingers hang down beside him, and his knuckles are slender.
Maybe it's because I haven't slept well in the past few years, but now I can sleep very deeply, so when I stay with her, I will always fall asleep.
Yun Xia raised her hand to smooth the boy's eyebrows, then stood up and opened the palace door: "What's the matter?"
The palace attendant bowed respectfully and said: "This is the decoction sent by Song Guifei. The imperial doctor has seen the prescription and said it is very useful for His Majesty's headache, so it is brought here every day."
Yun Xia let out a cry.
Before she could speak, a hoarse and lazy voice suddenly came from behind her. The tone was a little impatient, but the quality of the voice was still low and pleasant. She said indifferently: "I don't want to drink it, so I take it down and throw it away."
The palace servant hurriedly bowed and retreated.
Yun Xia raised her eyebrows and looked back at the man.
The young man was reclining on the bed, with his side face propped on one hand, staring at her with deep phoenix eyes inexplicably. The skirt of the light golden dragon robe was slightly opened, revealing a slender neck and a piece of fair skin. Gloomy, with a cold voice, staring at her indifferently:
"If you don't hug me for a while, you'll just walk around... Did I ever tell you not to go too far?"
Yun Xia stared blankly at the distance between the two.
She just watched him fall asleep, then walked away from the bed, came over and opened the door...
She rolled her eyes silently in her heart, and walked back.
Just before she walked to the soft bed, she was hooked around her waist by the other party's slender arms, and she was unceremoniously held down. The whole person was thrown on the soft bed. Holding her in his arms, she felt like a giant stuffed toy, with all limbs entangled without leaving any gaps.
Yun Xia was hugged tightly, she tried not to struggle, looked up blankly, remembered the medicine that the palace man gave just now, and asked: "Isn't the decoction useful for Your Majesty? Your Majesty has such a bad headache... why don't you drink some of this?" What about the medicine?"
The imperial doctor said that it can relieve headaches, so it should also be a kind of tranquilizer.
Although this prescription is Song Guifei's.
Jun Ran hugged her, and his frowning brows relaxed. Hearing this, he sneered and squeezed her hand casually, disdainfully: "If you don't want to drink, don't drink it. It's just a headache. I've endured it for more than ten years, so it's nothing. I want to prescribe the right medicine to please me..."
He squinted his eyes, and the girl's faint fragrance lingered, and his irritable and tense nerves seemed to be soothed. The emperor thought for a while, curled up his red lips, leaned close to the girl, and said in a slow voice: "...It's not impossible, but it depends on what I think. Don't want to give it a chance."
Yun Xia was slightly startled.
The boy hugged her tightly, fingers hooked around his waist.
He naturally followed the arc of her waist, touched her twice expressionlessly, then tightened his hands and hugged her silently, and said with a frown:
"Eat more in the future, you are too thin, hug me and touch my hand."
Yun Xia rolled her eyes and ignored the other party.
Why do you want to hug if you don't like it? If you don't hug, the problem will be solved
She raised her head, ignored his words, and continued with the previous question, curious: "But your majesty has a very serious headache. If that tranquilizing medicine is useful, wouldn't drinking a little of it relieve it?"
Jun Ran lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's plain face. After watching for a while, he raised his snow-white long fingers, gently touched her fair chin, and then slowly moved his fingertips along the line of the chin.
The young man's snow-white fingertips touched the red lips, and he lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and stroked those rosy and plump lips. Then, he paused, his eyes were deep, and he replied casually: "I don't want to drink, I just want to have a headache." What? You care so much."
"..."
Yun Xia was speechless.
Would rather have a headache than drink medicine, it really is a perverted temper.
I don't know why he is willing to get close to her and accept her soothing fragrance.
Thinking of her handkerchief, Yun Xia raised her head and hugged his arm: "By the way, Your Majesty, do you still have my handkerchief?"
The emperor lowered his eyes and glanced at her holding his hand, keeping his posture still, and the mood in his phoenix eyes was slightly happier.
Hearing this, his long and narrow eyes raised loosely, and glanced at the pillow of the dragon bed.
But after he looked away from the pillow, his tone was casual, and he said directly: "It's just a handkerchief, I didn't keep it, and someone threw it away."
"..."
Yun Xia took a deep breath silently, and recited the Tao Te Ching silently to calm down.
This little bastard made her want to beat someone every minute.
Treating her handkerchief is like treating Concubine Song's decoction, just throw it away...
What a perverted temper. The handkerchief and decoction can make him feel better.
Yun Xia pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Jun Ran embraced her waist, lowered his body slightly, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and rubbed softly, like a small animal, his voice was still strange and hoarse, after rubbing softly, Suddenly asked: "The word cloud on the handkerchief, did you write it yourself?"
"Ah?" Yun Xia didn't think of it for a moment: "What cloud word?"
But she quickly remembered.
During the half a month when I had nothing to do in the cold palace, I took this square handkerchief with me, and wrote the word "cloud" on the corner of the handkerchief.
Because she remembered the previous world, she once wrote her name on the red silk hijab of Nanhuai, which means that this person will belong to her in the future.
The handkerchief is also written casually, it's just a habit.
But that is not important.
The most important thing is the soothing incense on the handkerchief.
It is the key to make the emperor notice the handkerchief and take her out of the cold palace.
She hummed: "I wrote it. Why does Your Majesty ask this?"
Jun Ran's eyes were slightly deep, he paused, and casually hugged her tightly.
The faint scent of the girl's hair made his whole brain relax slightly, and his voice became a little lazier: "Just ask."
After he finished answering, he tightened his arms again.
Yun Xia was hugged by the emperor, and when she was so clingy that she wanted to beat him up, a voice came from outside the door: "The Empress Dowager has arrived—"
(end of this chapter)