It was even deeper in the darkness of the night. When I was in a trance and fell into a dream, someone lay down quietly behind me. It was as silent as a cat, but I woke up suddenly, but I felt that the person gently tucked the quilt for me, and the other hand was on the silk quilt. He gently stroked the back of my hand like a test, and seeing that I didn't move, I carefully and slowly inserted my slender fingers between my fingers, intertwined with my palms and held my hands firmly.
This is not the first time, since I entered the palace every night. He always came in quietly after I fell asleep, and hugged me from behind. As soon as I turned over, he would quickly let go, and he would hug me gently after he thought I was asleep, and sometimes I turned over frequently. He didn't dare to hug me, he only held my hand softly, or touched the back of my hand, and sometimes even just put it on one of my tail fingers or a sleeve of my shirt, as if just a little touch would be enough. Tell him to calm down.
And since I was shot two years ago, I have never slept well. I slept very lightly, and I woke up immediately after the slightest sound or the change of light and shadow. He sneaked into the room like this, how could I be ignorant, I just pretended to be asleep.
No matter day or night, he always stands by my side if he is off the ground, and never presses me with questions about whether I am forgiven or not. Accompanying Xiao'er to practice calligraphy, he listened to Zhan Yue's boring memorials in the outside world, and from time to time he answered a sentence or two of instructions. At night, after I fell asleep, he pushed the door open. If I slept on the inside of the bed, he would lie on his side behind me. If I was on the outer edge of the bed, he would gently search for a Zhang Jin stool to lean against the bed. Sitting all night with a hand supporting Yi half-ming and half-sleeping. At dawn, he always left quietly before I woke up, lest I find him annoyed and angry with him, humble and cautious.
The moonlight came in, I opened my eyes, and looked at the hazy moon shadow on the veil, which outlined his figure gently approaching me, with a clear and lonely outline... He really lost a lot of weight... A thorn in my heart, something seemed to lighten my heart. He squeezed lightly, unspeakably sad.
Hearing him turn around behind his back, coughing twice, I know that the fishbone in his throat is starting to make trouble again. That day, he swallowed the first crucian carp by mistake, and the fish bone must have pierced into the wall of his throat, but he was very stubborn. performance of the weak. In the past, he had never been so shy about diseases, and it seemed that he had become much more sensitive and stubborn than ever since he lost his sight...
His eyes... Zhanyue's complex and dignified expression in private that day stopped me and said the words still in my ears, "But please don't leave the prince again, Miss Shen. That day, the lady was shot, and the prince lost his mind, and he said nothing. Yu knelt on the ground and hugged Miss Shen for a day and a night, except for the blood and tears in his eyes, everything around him turned a deaf ear, my subordinates knew that he would not listen to the dissuasion, and wanted to forcefully lift the prince up. Anyone who gets close will be killed by the prince's hidden weapon. After that, the prince finally fainted and passed out, and I waited for my entourage to move the prince into the bedroom, and the body of Miss Shen was probably at that time Did you steal the pillars for someone else? But, the prince woke up but couldn't see anymore... Earlier, after the prince's mutiny, he was eager to rush back to Yangzhou with the members of the young lady's regiment. , the poison was not completely eliminated, and on that day, the king saw that Miss Shen was killed by an arrow, his heart was broken, his eyes were bleeding and tears were added to the snow, so that he lost his sight... If the little prince is still alive, I am afraid it is the king..."
My heart trembled, and the person behind seemed to have a hard time suppressing the cough in the throat, and was afraid of disturbing me, so I turned around and wanted to quietly get up and leave.
I turned around and put a hand around his waist from behind.
But he felt a shock all over his body, and even his breath was hidden away, motionless.
After a long time, a pair of slender and cool hands slowly covered the back of my hands, very light and soft, carefully lest I would start running away with a little force.
"Blue Gourd Sword Fairy"
"Miao'er~" Unbelievably, he called me softly, whispering like a whisper. My name is ordinary, and I don't know why it slipped between his lips and teeth with an indescribable lingering lingering.
He turned around very slowly, and caught me under his "eyes", his throat slid up and down gently, and his eyes had a dreamlike luster that made one couldn't bear to look directly, and tiny prayers and attachments flashed one by one. , and that look that could never have appeared on this Qing Jun's face-timidity...
In a few moments, several thoughts were running in my head, and I pulled out my hand from his palm. The loneliness that crossed his face for a moment made my eyes warm, and I suddenly wanted to cry.
I slowly put the drawn hand over his eyes, gently covering those eyes that were clearer than the moonlight, "Yanzhen, I never need any complicated words of action, I don't need any action. Xiao Fu low, as long as you have a little sincerity, as long as you can be a little less calculating, I can follow you in everything... even if you go against the sky."
Hearing that, he was holding my hand and suffocated, and he was at a loss for a moment, as if he wanted to reach out and pull my hand that was covering his eyes, and as if he wanted to reach out and take me into his arms, and finally, a pair of slender hands ended. He gently closed the back of my hand that was covering his eyes, and rubbed it repeatedly, "Miao'er, are you... willing to forgive me?"
I snuggled into his arms gently, hugged tightly by him.
The reason why I kept avoiding and escaping at the risk of death was because I knew that as soon as I saw him, I would never escape, and I would eventually be caught without his imprisonment or the capture of a master. This is not a game between me and him, but a struggle between me and myself.
For him, I can even give up my life. What is there to forgive? No matter what he has done to me, I can forgive him. However, I can forgive everything he has done to me, and I have the right to forgive the destruction he caused to the Shen family. ? …
He gently took my hand from his eyes and put it on his heart, a bright and graceful face slowly approached inch by inch, I closed my eyes and the moment my lips touched, as if I was in the clouds, his heart It beat violently under my palm, so fast that people thought it was about to burst out of the throat, but the movement was gentle and gentle like never before, he sucked lightly against my lips, kissed with attachment, and the tip of his tongue was inch by inch Slip over and rub it repeatedly, as if to remember every tiny texture on it.
Feather swept through my heart, quiet and warm, I opened my mouth and called him softly, "Yanzhen..."
He paused, and the next moment, the lips and tongues swept over the sky and covered the sky, reaching into my mouth and hooking the tip of my tongue, sweeping left and right, and sucking the breath out of my mouth.
In an instant, everything around me was emptiness, there was no moon and no veil... Only the suffocating plunder that was clinging to my hot chest and lips, as if the universe had just opened up and chaos had begun to appear, warm and warm. distant.
I don't know how long it took, I don't know how many times that Chanjuan moonlight rose and fell from behind the dark clouds and secretly peeped out, he let go of my lips, I was like a drowning person beside his face, my chest heaved violently, and for a while I didn't. Know how to breathe.
He hugged my face tightly, the tip of his nose rubbed against the tip of my nose with nostalgia, rubbed his nose repeatedly, his eyes were blurred, and from time to time he inhaled a breath against his lips and fed it into my mouth, causing the feeling of suffocation in my chest to gradually ease, just like this The feeding-like breath made people feel more ambiguous and lingering than the strong kiss. My blood swelled up for a while, and my cheeks were burning.
He pressed against my cheek with a shallow smile, which was captivating and touching, "Miao'er~ my Miao'er..." He stretched out his hand, and his fingertips traced slowly and lovingly along my face, the next moment , those thin lips were pressed against my ears again, and the emotional and hoarse voice slid into my ears warmly, "I really want to see Miao'er's current expression, look at Miao'er's watery and amorous pair. Phoenix Eyes."
Hearing this, my face became more and more hot, and I bit his shoulder angrily, but he smiled lowly, buried his face in my arms, and was in control of my breathing at the last moment, but at this moment, it is like Children who are lonely and want to seek their mother's comfort usually put their faces against the soft part of my chest and mutter: "Miao'er, don't leave me again, don't leave me again..." The voice was fragile.
I slammed into my heart and hugged him back.
Just like this, let him keep warm and hug him tightly until dawn, the newly born rising sun casts a fluffy chicken-like golden color on his sleeping face, peaceful and serene. I gently broke away from his embrace and quietly got up and put on my clothes and left.
Unexpectedly, I only left for half an hour, and then went back and forth again, and the room was turned upside down.
The door of the room was wide open, and the room was full of servants and guards. Pei Yanzhen was leaning against the edge of the bed. He was wearing only a middle coat. I don't know if it's anger or injury, the knuckles that are clinging to the edge of the bed are faintly white, bloodstains are leaking from the gaps between the fingers, and the blood stains faintly seeping out from the knees of the middle clothes are shocking. Vase or cup.
I stood at the door in a daze, at a loss.
Hearing Zhan Yue: "Don't worry, Your Highness, your subordinates will immediately lead people to close the city gates on all sides and search for the Princess!"
princess? I was stunned for a moment while holding the anti-inflammatory medicine soup that I had just prepared, and I shrank back unconsciously when I stepped on the threshold.
I do not know which of the guards noticed the change of light and shadow behind me standing at the door, and turned back alertly, seeing that I was seeing warm carbon in the snow and exclaimed, "Princess!"
Everyone in the room turned their heads, and Pei Yanzhen raised his head before everyone moved, "Miao'er?"
"Yanzhen, this is...?" I was holding the medicine bowl, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
Hearing my voice, he stood up and walked barefoot across the broken china to the door. I exclaimed anxiously, "Watch out for your feet!" Bypassing Broken Porcelain, he held his arm and stopped him from moving forward recklessly.
"Miao'er." He hugged me into his arms, and the strength was terrifying. On the other hand, Zhan Yue led a house of entourage to quietly exit and close the door.
I stroked his tense back up and down, "Yanzhen, let's sit down, why are you injured?"
"Miao'er." He didn't seem to come back from the huge fear, his whole body trembled slightly, and he buried his head in my shoulder and whispered my name repeatedly, "Miao'er, don't go...don't leave me..."
Immediately, my heart tightened, and a sourness hit my heart, "I'm not leaving, Yanzhen, I'm just going to make medicine for you."
"Decoction?"
"Well, I went to the doctor in the palace and asked him to prescribe some medicine to reduce swelling and thorns." I explained while stroking his back, which was slowly relieved.
"I thought... it was another dream..." He murmured against me, closing his eyes, his dense eyelashes fluttering slightly.
Later, I learned from the maid's mouth that he woke up and saw that I was not there. He got up in a panic, tripped over the table, knocked down the teacup, and shattered the vase. His palms and knees rested on the ground and were injured by the broken porcelain. The entourage of the guards in the mansion, because I woke up early and did not disturb the maid, went to the side courtyard to find the doctor. The palace is so big that the entourage in the mansion could not answer my whereabouts at once, so he decided that I left him and left the palace.
I sighed softly from the bottom of my heart, took his uninjured hand and put it on my face, while holding a silver needle, I picked out the broken porcelain that was densely covered with his other palm and knee one by one. It was only put down after the wound medicine was wrapped properly.
"Don't be so reckless in the future."
Despite my rebuke, he showed a smile like a spring breeze, and took the medicine bowl and drank it with a face as sweet as honey.