"Don't be upset."
Song Lianzhou grabbed Shen Zhixi's hand, as if admitting his mistake.
"I know you don't want to. I will leave. Don't be angry or unhappy."
His eyes were red and his cheeks were rosy, pitiful.
However, Shen Zhixi clearly didn't say a word, so he was sure that she would drive him away. Thinking about it, in his heart, she, Shen Zhixi, was unwilling to get close to him, and the knowledge that she resisted and disliked him was deeply ingrained.
"You go to bed early, I'm leaving."
Song Lianzhou reluctantly put down her hand, lowered her eyelashes and took a small step back.
Looking at him, Shen Zhixi couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
"When you wake up tomorrow, will you still remember what happened tonight?" Shen Zhixi asked him.
If he recalled all his actions and words tonight, would he feel embarrassed and wish he could dig a hole in the ground?
Unexpectedly, Song Lianzhou actually replied: "Yes, I will remember everything about you."
He was obviously drunk, so the conversation was half-understood and he couldn't hear what she really meant.
"Oh." Shen Zhixi smiled and replied with great interest, "Then I'm looking forward to it."
Song Lianzhou frowned. He wanted to say something but held it back, as if saying it would make her unhappy again. He only added one more sentence: "I'm leaving."
Turn around, take two steps and then stop.
"Lily of the Valley." He turned around and asked cautiously: "I'll come see you tomorrow. You won't have run away, right?"
"I...where am I running to?" Shen Zhixi took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and said softly: "You idiot, I won't run, don't worry, I won't run."
"Then, then I believe you." He replied sincerely.
Shen Zhixi smiled and nodded at him, and then he turned around and went out again.
Watching Song Lianzhou disappear at the door, Shen Zhixi suppressed his heart and sat down at the table. He looked at the place where Song Lianzhou disappeared under the eaves, and thought for a long time.
After a long time, she got up and went to the back room. Wanying was lying on the bed sleeping soundly.
She tucked Wan Ying into bed, then got up and walked out after a while without any intention of resting.
There was no one in the courtyard, so she went to the side courtyard to move a ladder. With great difficulty, she stood under the roof in front of the house. After taking a breath, she climbed up. When her sight reached the roof, her face suddenly appeared. Ran smiled.
Sure enough, Song Lianzhou was on top.
She took two more steps up, folded her arms and placed them on the tiles, licking her chin and looking carefully at the person sleeping on it.
He was lying along the slope, and he would probably fall if he turned over.
Shen Zhixi turned his head and looked, it was quite high from the ground.
But Song Lianzhou had actually been unable to hold on for a long time. The ability to hold on and return to the Hou Mansion was already at his limit. Even if he rode back on horseback, he would probably faint on the road.
The moonlight shone on his face, making him even more flawless.
He was sleeping deeply, and Shen Zhixi climbed up and poked his face, but there was no reaction from him.
The spring breeze carried by, carrying the smell of alcohol all over his body.
The smell of wine was filled with deep affection.
Shen Zhixi sighed, climbed down the ladder, went back to the house, opened the cabinet and took out a light quilt with two soft pillows inside.
It took a lot of effort to climb up to the roof again.
The tiles were so smooth that she almost slipped when she stepped on them. She put the quilt aside and pulled Song Lianzhou's body hard, making him lie with his feet down and his head up, so that even if he turned over occasionally, he would not Fall down.
Lying on the tiles was a bit uncomfortable, but bearable.
Shen Zhixi stuffed a pillow under Song Lianzhou's head, and then lay down next to him.
It's late spring, and although the night is a little cool, it's not too cold. A thin quilt is just right.
From the moment she lay down, the smile on Shen Zhixi's lips never stopped. She looked at the stars in the sky, each one shining brightly, just like Song Lianzhou's eyes.
Song Lianzhou's gentle breathing sounded like the spring breeze.
"Mother, can I like Tang Zhou?" she asked to the stars in the sky.
*
royal palace.
The main hall of Jinling is still brightly lit.
It's just that the most important person is missing in front of the spirit.
Princess Zhaoheng, Zhao Yushu is not here again.
Qi Yuan subconsciously went to the side courtyard to the same room as last night. He opened the window and saw someone lying on the bed.
Is this... kneeling and fainting in front of the soul again?
The matter about the mirror should not have been discovered by others, otherwise there would be rumors. Then there might be only one reason: the mirror was picked up by Zhao Yushu.
He climbed through the window and entered the room, slowly walked in front of and behind the bed, and couldn't help but be stunned.
The mirror that was lost here last night was now placed beside Zhao Yushu's pillow, and as expected, it was in her hand.
And her complexion was even paler than last night.
But no matter how miserable she was, it didn't matter to him. He just wanted to find the mirror and investigate the emperor's affairs.
After making up his mind, he leaned down and stretched out his hand. As soon as he touched the mirror, the person on the pillow suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Brother?"
He took a breath, picked up the mirror and quickly put it away.
"Brother." Zhao Yushu called again.
He didn't respond, didn't even look at her, turned around and walked away.
"Brother, please don't leave." Zhao Yushu opened the quilt with a cry, hurriedly got out of bed, and chased forward with bare feet, "Just let me take a look at you."
Qi Yuan walked faster and arrived at the window.
"Please." Zhao Yushu was weak, and because of her anxiety, she staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
The fall hurt, and I couldn't help crying anymore.
Qi Yuan, who was holding the window, finally relented and put his hand down, and closed the window after a while.
The sobbing sound behind him was particularly tear-jerking. Even an insignificant person would be hurt by hearing it, let alone him. He had already lost his mind after losing the mirror last night. With his life experience, blood is thicker than water, and he How could you really not care at all?
Seeing him stop, Zhao Yushu's face lit up with joy. She forced herself to get up but couldn't get up and could only kneel on the ground and look at him.
"Brother, it's really you, right?"
Qi Yuan slowly turned around, walked back step by step to Zhao Yushu, squatted down and asked, "Did you know I was coming? Have traps been set around here?"
"No." Zhao Yushu shook her head and waved her hands, and hurriedly denied, "No, there is no trap, and I didn't know you would come. I just guessed that you might come."
When I shook my head, I shed a lot of tears again.
She said it very urgently, just because she was afraid that Qi Yuan wouldn't believe her.
Qi Yuan looked away, raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Why do you think I will come?"
"Because of the mirror." She answered very quietly.
After hearing this, Qi Yuan lowered his head and looked at the mirror in his hand, turned it over and opened the back mezzanine, and found that the small statue inside was gone.
"Where's the stuff?"
Zhao Yushu couldn't answer for a moment and was thinking about how to express her words clearly. Qi Yuan turned around and looked at her with eyes as sharp as razor blades, which shocked her to tears.
"That little portrait was almost discovered yesterday, so I ate it."
