The night in Tianshui in October was very cold, with a chilly wind blowing. Sima Hong was pacing outside the house, his hands and feet frozen. He was conflicted. On the one hand, he felt guilty and remorseful, with an indelible sense of guilt in his heart, but on the other hand, he couldn't help feeling sour and uncomfortable. His heart was filled with Mingyu, and he hoped that Mingyu's heart would be filled with him, but now he felt like a substitute.
He didn't want to see Mingyu, and he didn't dare to see her. He was afraid of seeing Mingyu's condemning and angry eyes, so he escaped shamefully.
It was not until Mrs. Liu closed the door and came out that she looked at him in surprise as he stood outside in the cold wind.
"How is your wife?" Sima Hong asked unnaturally.
Mrs. Liu lowered her head and said, "Madam drank the medicine and fell asleep." Seeing that Sima Hong had no intention of going in, she said cautiously, "Don't you want to go in and take a look?"
Sima Hong responded vaguely, "Well, you go down first."
The couple must have had a quarrel! Mrs. Liu guessed in her heart. She had always thought that the couple would never quarrel, but she didn't expect that they would quarrel so fiercely and even fight! But it was true, there was no such thing as a couple who didn't quarrel. They quarreled at the head of the bed and made up at the foot of the bed. They were as good as before after a good night's sleep. She was just a servant, it was not her responsibility to worry about it.
After Mrs. Liu left, Sima Hong looked around, tiptoed to the window like a thief, and pushed it open a crack. Mrs. Liu thought he would go back, and the candle in the room was not extinguished. Through the crack, Sima Hong saw Mingyu's sleeping face, with traces of tears on her cheeks and a frown on her brows.
Sima Hong stared at it infatuatedly, then he sighed after a while and lowered the window. He felt that he was such a bastard. He almost killed his own child. It was simply unforgivable.
He didn't know how long he had stood leaning against the wall until his feet were numb from the cold. The waning moon had already risen in the sky, and the cold, white moonlight filled the entire yard. Sima Hong stamped his stiff legs and feet, woke up the maid in the gatehouse, asked her to open the door, and rode out on horseback.
Mingyu fell asleep in anger, feeling aggrieved the whole time. She slept very lightly and woke up before dawn. Her eyelids were heavy, her head was aching, and she was not in the mood at all. She reached out to touch the side, but felt nothing. Mingyu's heart skipped a beat and she immediately turned sideways and raised her arm. The candle from last night had long burned out, and bright indigo light shone in through the window. The place where Sima Hong had been lying was empty, and the bedding was cold. It seemed that he had not come back all night.
It was still early and Mingyu wanted to continue sleeping, but she tossed and turned and could not fall asleep. In the indigo light, she looked at the big red tent top embroidered with a picture of a hundred children. The shadows formed all kinds of strange shapes in the light of dawn, which made Mingyu's eyes sore and she felt like she would cry if she closed her eyes.
Mingyu turned over and lay on his side, touching the soft quilt covering his body. This bed was made by Sima Hong at a high price. In ordinary families, a five-foot wide bed is already a rare large bed. The bed in their room is six feet wide. When the bed was delivered, Mingyu blamed him for making it too big. He laughed and said, "It's not too big, we will sleep with the children in the future. If it's not too big, it won't fit the kids!"
Looking back now, the laughter seems to still be in my ears, but the person is no longer the same person.
The charcoal fire in the room had gone out, and only the residual heat from the floor dragon was still there. Mingyu reached out and slowly touched the intricate carvings on the headboard. There were two magpies carved on the headboard, implying double happiness. The carvings on the foot of the bed were peonies and jade ruyi, symbolizing wealth and prosperity. According to Mingyu, the entire bed had not been painted yet, revealing the most original wood grain color.
The implication is good, and the original intention is also good, but I don't know how it ended up like this. Mingyu's mind was in a mess and she couldn't figure it out.
This should be the first time they have had an unhappy relationship since they got married, Mingyu thought. The aggrieved and forbearing look on Sima Hong's face last night was still fresh in Mingyu's mind. Mingyu buried her head in the quilt and sneered angrily. What was there for him to be aggrieved about? She felt aggrieved. What a mess. Even the Prince of Qin brought it up. How could a man treat his pregnant wife like this? He was a scumbag, a typical scumbag. He deserved to be shot five hundred times!
After Sima Hong ran out of the house, he wandered around the deserted streets for two laps before he realized he had nowhere else to go. Tianshui City was newly built, and for the sake of public security, a curfew was imposed at night. He rode on horseback absent-mindedly, letting the horse carry him around everywhere. The clattering of horse hooves attracted the soldiers on patrol. It was not until he was surrounded that the general, who had openly violated the public security regulations he had formulated, came to his senses. The leading night patrol captain also recognized him, rubbing his hands in embarrassment and stepped forward, smiling flatteringly, "My Lord, what's the matter with you so late at night?" He quickly reprimanded his men to put down the guns that were surrounding Sima Hong.
The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple! The captain cried in his heart and begged the general who was rumored to have a bad temper not to remember him, so as to avoid being punished later.
Sima Hong waved his hand absentmindedly, without even looking at the group of people, "I still have official business to attend to, you continue to stand guard, don't bother me!" After saying this, he squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and ran towards the government office.
The team leader and other people who didn't know the truth were left behind, so moved that they almost cried to see Sima Hong off. Who has ever seen such a hard-working official? Rushing to the government office in the middle of the night to work, it is estimated that there is no second one in the Great Chu, and they actually ran into him.
Sima Hong had only one couch in the room of the government office, for him to rest and take a nap. The couch was narrow and short, and he could not even stretch his legs when lying on it with his huge body. He had to be very careful when turning over. However, he was afraid of waking up Mingyu who was already asleep if he went back to bed, so he could only sigh, curl up his legs and lie on the couch, resting his head on his hands. With the help of the white moonlight outside, he could barely see the furnishings in the room.
Thinking back to what happened tonight, Sima Hong covered his face sadly. He had never thought of hurting Mingyu. After learning about that incident, even though he was jealous, he was just upset. He felt that he treated Mingyu wholeheartedly, but Mingyu did not give him the same emotional investment. No matter how jealous he was, he had no other plans. He still wanted to spend his life with Mingyu and have more children.
Just think about how ridiculous it is. When he received the letter from his mother, he was still grateful to Mingyu and loved Mingyu with all his heart. He thought his wife was the best woman in the world, who was close to his heart and understood his intentions. He saw that she didn't care about any hardship or fatigue she had. But after a while, he had a different impression of Mingyu and couldn't control his jealousy, which brought disaster to both of them.
He felt that he was wrong, but he also felt that Mingyu was wrong. How could she spend the Chinese Valentine's Day with Prince Qin... Sima Hong thought angrily.
When Baihao arrived at the government office the next morning, he was shocked. Sima Hong was curled up on the couch and sleeping in a daze. Baihao pushed the door open and the dazzling light shone on Sima Hong's face. Sima Hong covered his eyes with his hands in pain. His throat was dry and it took him a long time to utter a sound, "What time is it?"
"Master, why are you sleeping here?" Bai Hao asked in surprise.
Sima Hong shook his heavy head, his back and waist ached all over. He patted his face with his hands and cheered himself up, but he did not answer Bai Hao's question, "What time is it?"
"It's just past the Yin hour." Bai Hao said. Seeing that Sima Hong was exhausted, he went to get a basin of water for Sima Hong to wash his face.
While Sima Hong was washing his face, Bai Hao asked, "What's wrong with you? You don't sleep on your big bed at home, but come here to suffer!"
Sima Hong glared at him and wiped the water off his face with a handkerchief, "You're really nosy!"
Bai Hao saw that he was obviously angry with nowhere to vent, and even a fool could guess that he was quarreling with his wife, "My wife is pregnant, and you didn't sleep with her at night. She must be feeling sad. You should feel sorry for her." It is not easy for the couple to be together today, why are they quarreling
Sima Hong was unhappy. His personal servant who had been with him for more than ten years was helping Mingyu and saying that everything was his fault. He blew his beard and glared, "I feel bad too. Why doesn't anyone care about me?"
Baihao felt his teeth ache again. When his master was in a trance, nothing he said would be of any use. He could only wait for him to recover. "You didn't go home tonight. How is your wife?"
Sima Hong frowned. He saw Mingyu sleeping last night with tears on her face. His heart ached. After a night, he didn't know if she had woken up yet. If she had, she would have hated him for what happened last night. He couldn't sit still any longer. How about going back to see her
When Mingyu got up in the morning, she had a headache and her eyelids were too heavy to open. She woke up once before dawn and fell asleep again. In a daze, she felt a broad and strong arm around her and she lay on a familiar chest. The intimate and warm feeling was just like the days and nights before. But when she woke up and reached out to touch the bedside, she still touched nothing. Mingyu covered her eyes with the back of her hand and sighed deeply.
Mrs. Liu knocked on the door and called out, "Madam, are you up yet? I made you some golden jujube tea."
The floor heater in the room was still warm. Mingyu first drank some tea to rinse her mouth, then took a sip of the hot golden jujube tea. She was still pregnant, so there was no need for her to argue with the scumbag.
Just as Mingyu was drinking jujube tea, she heard a slight noise from the window frame behind her. She turned around and saw no sound again. Mingyu couldn't help but get angry. She stood up, picked up the remaining tea for rinsing her mouth, and pushed open the window.
Sima Hong didn't expect that he would be exposed to Mingyu's sight so openly. He was caught peeping and couldn't run away. He felt a little embarrassed. Just as he moved his lips to speak, a cup of cold tea fell on his head, and the tea leaves covered his face. RS