She really took off her outer robe, leaving only her inner clothes on the bed.
Fang lifted the quilt and lay down, the woman turned her back, and as soon as her little butt moved, she took care of herself and snuggled into his arms.
The woman who had been arguing about "I don't want to see you" just now spoke honestly and politely, "It's uncomfortable for you to put your elbow on your concubine's vest. It's better to lift it under your head."
The man behind him took a breath. After a long while, the strong and powerful arms really lifted her head slightly, put her in the arms again, and told her to fall asleep with peace of mind.
There was her soft and shallow breath in his ears, Zong Zhenglin's eyes were dark as ink, his eyes fell on the black hair on her white robe with scattered moon, and there seemed to be brilliance in his eyes.
After she made a scene, he wanted to understand her intentions. This woman, through the awkwardness, brought the estrangement and suspicion that should have been secretly bred between each other to the bright side. It was as if she had kicked his leg, causing a slight sting on his shin, and then stabbed him in the heart. Fortunately, she would rather face the unhappiness between the two of them than be angry. Fortunately, he has the same temperament as her.
She dared to offend him again and again in front of him, because she believed him. And compared to her boldness and frankness... Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes without realizing it.
He touched her arm with his left hand and slowly slid down until he touched her wrist before he moved his fingertips. When I pulled her back, my strength was a little out of control...
In the dream, many pictures from the previous life flowed past, and the most profound one is still to freeze the man in the imperial robe, leaving behind the back of "she" leaving alone.
Such an indifferent figure, like an old picture scroll, has a dull color, and even the outline is a little fuzzy. But it's like melting into bone blood, no matter how shallow it is, she is also called "she" and feels that whenever she touches it, it is freezing to the bone.
Not her. Half-dream and half-awake, Mu Xiyao suddenly realized that such deep despair and grief came from that memory. In the dream, the gray sky, the rustling, the continuous rain, and the rain that fell, was the heartbreak of the woman for the rest of her life.
This was the first time that she had "immersed herself in the scene" in a dream and realized how the owner of this body in the previous life was sad and gloomy for a man. And the prince's mansion in "her" memory was actually a dilapidated courtyard.
She was standing in an unfamiliar courtyard. It should be the small courtyard where "she" was placed in the house when she was a concubine. The old elm tree in the middle was bare and withered. In the flowerbed under the tree trunk, there were scattered pots of hibiscus that were in full bloom. On the other side is an old rocking cart.
Feeling a little depressed, I remembered that "she" suffered the pain of losing her child for the third time. In this way, the glaze is mottled, and there are only the old clothes of the children, and there is a longevity lock on the side. In the yard that covered the sky and covered the sky and the ground was gray and cold, only this rocking cart and the interior items still brought out some warm colors.
The woman buried her heart, and her last thoughts were probably the three children who had no relationship with her back then.
The steps were a little heavy, and she slowly walked up the steps in "her" dream. Very unwilling, as if someone was pulling her hands and feet, Mu Xiyao only felt that her body was bound by someone, tying her to the main house.
From the wide open door, a song suddenly came out. It is the "Qing Yin" widely sung in Qingzhou. The rhythm is slow, and the tail is long. In the empty and uninhabited courtyard, suddenly there is a kind of terrifying horror.
The shoulders were already wet, and the water droplets gradually rising from the slate under the feet soaked the satin surface of the embroidered shoes and also soaked in cold water, showing a cold feeling from the soles of the feet.
Finally, when I climbed the last stone steps, I finally stopped. In the east corner of the main house, I saw a woman with her hair loose in a bun, a comb in her hand, sitting on an armchair, facing her sideways, alone. Humming a tune in a low voice, she slowly combed her long hair.
My heart suddenly ached. Mu Xiyao frowned, the pain in his heart was too real.
Just after Mao Shi, the little woman beside her suddenly moved.
Zong Zhenglin opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him with a hazy light, and his pupils shrank immediately.
She was curled up, her little hands caressing her heart, her expression seemed to be extremely sad, her eyelashes were blinking, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
The man suddenly became clear-headed. With such a weak appearance, as soon as she saw her, she made his heart skip a beat.
"Jiaojiao." Half-sitting up, he hugged the person in his arms and wiped away the tears with his thumb. Zong Zhenglin frowned and leaned over to call her softly.
The dream suddenly trembled. As if being twisted by someone, the scenery in front of him swirled and swept like a vortex. Only the woman was sitting in the room, slowly lifting her hair on the temples, and her empty eyes seemed to be looking at her, and it was like looking at the courtyard outside through her.
At that moment, their eyes met, and Mu Xiyao was shocked.
There is no soul.
The woman was like a puppet from her soul, sullen and lifeless. The face is similar to hers, but the expression is stiff and dead.
Yes. She never knew better than this moment that the present is nothing but a dream. It seems to be able to sense in the dark, and the "people" in front of him should be the projection of the remnant soul. Only with memory, nothing else.
"Xiyao." A cry came from out of nowhere, and the picture in the dream started from the woman and tore apart like a cobweb.
"Xiyao." When he opened his eyes again, his eyes seemed to be swollen, but in front of him was his handsome face with frowning eyebrows.
Zong Zhenglin. Just now, in a dream, the concubine saw her.
Finally woke her up, looking at her in a daze, the man's arms holding her tightened slightly. "Jiaojiao?"
Too unusual. A stubborn person who laughs and laughs on weekdays, what makes her sad in her dreams
"Your Highness is not calling a concubine like this." His heart was actually aching. It seems that the remnant soul is not without harm to her.
The corners of the eyes are moist, and the side of the face is slightly tight. Are you crying? Fang Yu raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, but the man wrapped her palm, telling her to instinctively look up to see what he meant.
"What's the sadness?" Since she was clear, he put away the soft words just now. This way of showing affection on the outside made her know that she was already uncomfortable. Calling her face to face is really embarrassing.
"The concubine seems to have dreamed that she was singing songs in the house. There was an empty rocking cart in the garden, and there was no one waiting around. The small courtyard was very dilapidated, and I didn't see you." The little hand tightened his clothes. , buried his head in his arms.
"Your Highness, the concubine feels... very cold."
In an instant, my heart ached. With a calloused hand on the top of her hair, Zong Zhenglin's phoenix eyes were dark, and too many emotions in his eyes were suppressed and restrained.
Bowing his head close to her face, the man's warm breath swept his forehead.
Was it his distrust that made her think wildly and listened to Wan's words
He was firmly clasped to his chest, and the man carefully and gently touched the corners of his eyes and brows. Her lips were still cold, but she told her to relax and lean against his embrace.
It was the first time she had been caught in a nightmare. I don't know if it has anything to do with yesterday, but if I have been wronged, I must let him know and let him share the burden.
My heart was secretly uneasy, but I heard the man's heavy words ringing in the ear.
"It's not lonely. I won't make Jiaojiao sad again."
Whether in the last life or in a dream, that ending would never be her.