The heavy rain poured down, and in the pattering rain, Fu Zisheng was almost frightened to death by the woman's raised face, and his expression tightened desperately.
Song Derou specially put on makeup and powder today. She was pretty at first, but after being washed away by the makeup all over her face, mixed with muddy rainwater, her face was like a drama mask, and the rain dripping from her chin was muddy. .
Such a face naturally couldn't see her appearance, but left only horror.
In particular, her eyes were still lingering, staring at Fu Zisheng, making his hair stand on end.
He immediately handed the umbrella to Song Derou.
Because the action was very urgent, it was almost forced into her hand, but he himself took a step back in a hurry, lowered his head respectfully, and did not look at the other person's face, and said in a low voice: "This umbrella is for the imperial concubine to use." , it’s raining too much, you should go back to the bedroom to rest, and the general will take his leave first.”
He hurriedly turned to leave.
Song Derou didn't know what his face looked like. Although she has applied a lot of makeup, she still knows how she looks without makeup. Her appearance is gentle and pleasant. Even if the rain washes away her makeup, she should still look beautiful in the rain.
Fu Zisheng acted too hastily, and the dodge of his eyes was too obvious. Song Derou's heart twitched slightly, thinking that he was bound by his previous life and had special feelings for him, so he quickly stretched out his hand to grab his arm, and said softly: "General Fu and so on."
"..."
The identity of the other party was a noble concubine, so Fu Zisheng had to stop, saluted the woman in the rain, and asked coldly, "What's your order?"
Song Derou took a step towards him with an umbrella in his hand, trying to cover his head with the umbrella, but General Fu immediately took a step back, keeping the posture of bending over and clasping his fists, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, you can just hold an umbrella, you don't need it." It's not good to be seen by others."
The heavy rain washed over him, and the tall and straight black clothes were quickly soaked. The man's bronze skin and strong muscle lines made him look very tough and charming.
And Fu Zisheng's face was well-shaped, and the rain fell along his sharp chin. For some reason, he kept his expression tense, but this expression was even more charming.
Song Derou couldn't help sighing that her husband in the previous life was indeed a good man.
If he hadn't been a bit worse than His Majesty... I would still look for him after I was reborn.
However, even if she chose His Majesty in this life, she still misses Zisheng in her heart.
It was raining so heavily, but because of her reputation, he refused to share an umbrella with her, and he avoided looking at her. Could it be because of a predestined relationship in the previous life, so I feel familiar with her
Song Derou sighed softly, and said with a smile: "You don't have to be restrained, I don't have any other intentions... It's just, why are you dodging and refusing to look at me?"
She has been neglected by His Majesty all the time, and she also longs for warmth in her heart. For no reason, she wants to hear some ambiguous words from her husband in the previous life.
Fu Zisheng raised his eyes, looked at her restrainedly, endured it, and finally said: "Ma'am... Do you want to take a picture of the lake next to it?"
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"Hahahaha... Song Derou and Fu Zisheng have gone, right?" Yun Xia asked the palace attendant happily while lying down, letting the emperor bandage herself.
Jun Ran frowned, and after wrapping up the cloth strips intently, she glanced at her, and asked displeasedly, "Why did you mention Fu Zisheng again?"
(end of this chapter)