Fu Qingchu was a light sleeper, not to mention the thunder and rain outside the house, which made it even more disturbing for her to fall asleep. She turned over carefully, fearing to disturb Situ Ce, but she felt relieved when she saw that there was no movement.
She sighed secretly and stared at the flickering lights on the table, hoping to make herself sleepy. But underneath her body was a bumpy brick floor. Even with a layer of pine needle cushions and a layer of quilt, it was still a little thin, causing pain in her shoulders. The chill was rising up in waves, and she felt sleepy. Was wasted away.
Anyway, she couldn't sleep well, so she felt the light was dazzling again, so she carefully turned over, closed her eyes and fell asleep. But as soon as she closed her eyes, all she could see was Su Junruo's ferocious appearance before her death, and she was so frightened that she didn't even dare to close her eyes.
She lay down stiffly, then slowly turned over to face the light and Situ Ce, but she always felt a chill behind her, and she became more and more frightened.
She had to carefully adjust her position to lie down, and couldn't help but look into the darkness, in case a head suddenly popped up, and she had no time to hide.
At this moment, I heard the sound of Situ Ce lifting the quilt, and in a blink of an eye I saw him sitting on the bed, looking at her and saying helplessly: "Come here."
She couldn't help being stunned, and just as she was hesitating to get through, she saw him getting up and coming over, lifting her quilt, carrying her over, putting her on the bed, and covering her with the quilt.
And he went to sleep on the floor bed, covered himself with a quilt, closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Sleep."
Fu Qingchu: "..."
The warmth belonging to him in the quilt enveloped her, and the scent of his refreshing incense was on her nose. She couldn't help but purse her lips and chuckle, and suddenly she wasn't so scared anymore.
"Your Highness... Your Highness..." She called him softly.
"What's wrong?" He responded calmly.
"This bed is quite wide, why not..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw him getting up and coming over, lifting the quilt and lying in without thinking: "Okay, sleep."
Fu Qingchu: "..."
What she meant was that the bed was very wide, and the two of them could each cover themselves with a quilt, so it wouldn't affect each other.
But now, she didn't dare to step over him and hug the quilt.
She lay stiffly next to him, and his warmth spread through her clothes. Her face couldn't help but feel hot, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat. But she didn't dare to move, so she could only hold on.
After a while, Situ Ce turned over, and she breathed a sigh of relief, and her heartbeat was no longer so fast.
She turned her eyes and looked at him. This man was a hero in her mind, an emperor who was very likely to go down in history. At this moment, he was lying quietly beside her. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a lot of joy and satisfaction in her heart.
Situ Ce felt the person behind him move. After a while, a soft body came up to him. He put his arms around his waist and called him softly: "Your Highness..."
His heart suddenly softened, and he couldn't help but put his hand on hers and asked softly: "Afraid?"
"No." She leaned on his back, looking at the plain tent ceiling. She had many things to say in her heart, but didn't know how to say them. She buried her face in his back, and tears fell unexpectedly.
He will be the saintly king and wise master respected by the world, while she will be the shameful daughter of a criminal minister.
She admitted that she had been in love with him for some time. Maybe he ate slowly on purpose, just to wait for her to be full; or maybe she contradicted him and he taught her carefully; or maybe she was poisoned and he was there. When caring for her with gentle words by the bedside.
Or when he held up his hand and said, "What more can I ask for when I have you like this?"
She couldn't tell.
She loved this man, loved his preference for her, loved that he didn't just treat her as an ordinary woman, loved that he was so determined to create a Haiyan Heqing with her.
I don't care about the pain of the singer, but I regret that the sound of my close friend is rare.
May I be a pair of swans and fly high.
However, she is the daughter of a sinner and cannot fly with him.
When Fu Qingchu cried, Situ Ce was immediately at a loss. He turned to look at her, and while wiping her tears, he asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She shook her head and choked.
Seeing that she was crying so wronged, how could he believe her? Then he smiled and asked, "Are you wronged by lying on the same bed with me?"
"no."
"What are those? Oh, these tears are so big." He wiped her tears gently, "What's your grievance? Tell me."
She was not aggrieved, she was just sad that she could not stand by his side openly in this life. But what he gave her was enough.
She looked at him and saw that his face was full of tenderness and his eyes were full of herself, which made her feel even more bitter.
Sure enough, the human heart is the most difficult gap to fill.
He stretched out his hand to brush away the broken hair from her face, and said with a soft smile: "Okay, I'll take care of everything. We won't feel wronged..."
The rest of the words were stuck in Fu Qingchu's stomach.
She didn't know how to kiss him, so she just instinctively sucked on his lips. After kissing for a while, she regretted it. She looked up at him and saw him looking at her with a smile on his face. She immediately blushed, turned her back to him, and retracted her whole body into the quilt.
In fact, Situ Ce was not much better. The kiss came too suddenly. He was stunned for a moment, and then slowly responded to her, but before he could finish his words, she stopped abruptly.
How can this be done?
Seeing that the person was hiding in shame, the smile on his lips became even bigger. He stretched out his hand to take the person into his arms, and smiled in her ear: "Are you shy now?"
Fu Qingchu felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, but this man pressed forward reluctantly and was too embarrassed by what he said, so he didn't answer.
Situ Ce didn't care. He turned her over, turned her over and covered her under him. Looking at the red-faced person, he couldn't help laughing.
He reached out and brushed away the broken hair from her face, and his fingertips slid from her forehead to her cheeks, and then fell on her smooth neck, making her tremble. He liked it even more when he saw it.
"Don't be afraid." He coaxed softly, and then he gently covered her lips.
Fu Qingchu's response was tender and tender, bringing out a lot of his love and affection. He held her face with one hand and kissed her affectionately, while the other hand explored the softness he wanted.
Deeply in love, she hugged him and couldn't help calling: "Your Highness..."
He stood up, looked at the tender-faced person, and kissed her again. And she also knew how to respond and tried her best to please him.
Situ Ce liked her so much that he hugged her and caressed her gently.
"It won't hurt in a while." He kissed her sweaty temples and coaxed softly.
"Hmm..." She frowned in response to him, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, raised her head and kissed him.
Situ Ce was very helpful, dragging the back of her head, no longer like the previous kiss, but pulling her into another world.
Fu Qingchu still remembers a spring outing at home. She and her sisters were boating on the lake. The willows on both sides were as bright as smoke and the peach blossoms were as bright as clouds. With the breeze blowing on her face, she and her sisters were composing a poem, saying, "When the rain from the West Lake is drunk, and a green snail is in the silver plate," a strong wind suddenly picked up on the lake, and dark clouds rolled in from the sky.
They hurriedly hid in the cabin. After a while, it started pouring rain. The boat was swaying in the wind and rain. She held on to the side of the boat tightly for fear of being thrown overboard.
The dark wind howls and the turbid waves empty. Outside the cabin, it was like thousands of troops were galloping and fighting. She huddled inside the cabin, following the ups and downs of the waves, not knowing when the storm would stop.
She clenched her heart and endured the invasion of wind and rain, but in this thrilling situation, she found indescribable comfort and excitement.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the wind and rain subsided, and the sun peeked out from the clouds. She said to her sister: "When the wind returns and the clouds stop, the rain begins to clear."
My sister replied: "The water below Wanghu Tower is like the sky."
After the rain, the sky clears up, where the water and sky meet, the spring water also has the same color as the sky.
Situ Ce looked at the sweaty person, raised his hand to wipe her dry, smiled and kissed her forehead, "Does it still hurt?"
Fu Qingchu shook his head, "I thought you were going to eat me."
Hearing this, Situ Ce couldn't help laughing. Not only did he eat it, he also wiped it clean.
"You can't finish it in one bite. Eat it slowly in the future." He nodded her nose and smiled.
Speaking of the future, the light in Fu Qingchu's eyes couldn't help but dim.
She had vowed that she would become his counselor in the future, but today she climbed into his bed without any shame. In the end, his original ambition of being a man was hampered by the love between his children.
How will he place her after tonight?
She sighed secretly. She made this impulse, but she didn't expect the trouble behind it.
"What's wrong? Are you suddenly unhappy?" Realizing that she was in a bad mood, Situ Ce quickly held her face and asked worriedly.
She forced a smile and said, "No, I'm just a little sleepy."
Situ Ce breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I regretted it, but it's too late to regret it."
She couldn't help but smile, nuzzled into his arms, hugged his waist and said coquettishly: "How could I regret it? It is my honor to serve His Highness."
Situ Ce smiled and hugged the person, "Glib talk."
"From now on, I will be your Highness's person in life and your Highness's ghost in death. I will never regret it."
She didn't regret it, she was just afraid that he would underestimate her.
Situ Ce touched her soft hair, his thoughts seemed to be pulled far away, and he said calmly: "You have to live well and live well for me."
Fu Qingchu heard the emotion in these words and quickly looked up at him, "Your Highness..."
Situ Ce smiled and touched her head, and said in a calm tone: "I am not in good health. If I inherit the throne in the future, I will definitely have to share my worries with those around me. Foreign ministers always have their own selfish motives, and internal ministers will not be less generous. Once It sets a precedent for eunuchs to interfere in politics, and things will get out of hand later. After much deliberation, only the person next to me is the most suitable.
"So, for me and for the people you saw today, you must live well."
Fu Qingchu looked at him, his eyes already full of tears, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and hugged him again, "Without you holding up this sky, I can't block the wind and rain. I'm not allowed to say such depressing words in the future."
Situ Ce hugged her and laughed unconsciously.
He didn't think he was a loving person, but when she said this to him in such a controlling tone, he just felt satisfied and at ease in his heart.
Probably, this is the meaning of having a family.
No matter what happens outside, all the hard work will be worth it as long as you think about a tearful wife waiting for you at home.
Even if Fu Qingchu is not a cute little girl, she is still a little girl who will cry for him.
"Okay." He hugged her and answered solemnly.
