Wang Jinghong said this sentence with a profound meaning, which seemed to be both a joke and a bit threatening.
Xiuying thought about it again and again. Based on her current experience and experience, she didn't know how to answer appropriately.
Simply remain silent.
After not being with him for more than twenty days, Wang Jinghong felt that this little girl seemed to be much thinner.
The slender white jade fingers rested on the palm of his hand and rubbed gently, making him feel satisfied and happy.
"Yun'er, it was my brother who was wrong last time. Don't be sad again. Go back with your brother. I will treat you well, okay?"
Wang Jinghong has rarely called himself his brother in recent years, and with his gentle words, he is obviously showing weakness to Xiuying.
In fact, it is a disguised admission of mistake.
His affectionate and fiery eyes seemed to burst out flames, but they could not ignite the other person's heart.
Xiuying's heart was like a broken lamp that had run out of oil, crumbling in the wind and rain, threatening to be extinguished, and feeling depressed and uncomfortable.
She struggled and resolutely withdrew her delicate hand, and said lukewarmly:
"Let's wait until the weather warms up."
Wang Jinghong's palace is very deep, his methods are vicious, and his temperament is unpredictable.
If I rashly break off the relationship with him, I'm afraid I'll cause trouble.
You can't just go to Dong Palace for everything.
Seeing that she finally let go, Wang Jinghong showed a long-lost smile.
Anyway, it is now past the Spring Equinox, and in about ten days it will be Qingming Festival.
After the Qingming Festival, the weather starts to get warmer, so the little girl has no excuse.
"Okay, then brother is waiting for you."
Xiuying said nothing. She picked up the sewing she had put down just now, lowered her head and started doing it again.
Looking at her low-brow look, Wang Jinghong felt comfortable in his heart.
Wang Jinghong was used to the intrigues, jealousy, flattery, and vying for favors and favors among the women in the palace. Wang Jinghong liked the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart.
Dignified and beautiful, neither humble nor arrogant.
She always makes him feel that these years are peaceful and pleasant.
Thinking of this, he held one of her jade hands again and said pitifully:
"If you don't come back these days, no one will accompany my brother to eat, and no delicacies from the mountains and seas will taste good to him."
Xiuying almost stabbed her hand with her artificially coquettish words.
She was very surprised. She raised her eyes and looked at Wang Jinghong in shock, thinking that she had heard something wrong.
Wang Jinghong was amused by her dazed expression and said with a smile:
"It's not too much to come to the prison cell to have a meal with my brother at noon tomorrow."
His elder brother kept talking about his shortcomings, amusing himself, and tried his best to get closer to Xiuying.
The fox eyes that were usually very calculating now became tender and tender.
I have to admit that Wang Jinghong used Xiuying to have unprecedented patience and beautiful words.
To be honest, whether it was in Prince Yan's Mansion or now in Ouchi, with his appearance and power, there were countless women who had sex with him.
But there was no one he really valued.
Only this little girl gave him the feeling of being a husband.
Unlike other predatory women, her purpose of pleasing him is to ask for gold, silver and jade.
This girl can't.
No matter how late at night, she would hold the lamp and stretch her neck to wait for him to come home.
Sometimes, I would get stubborn and sulky with him.
Just like in ordinary people's homes, a couple fights at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.
"My lord is about to leave. The emperor should go to the royal study. I have to go and wait on him."
Wang Jinghong looked at the sky outside the house, stood up and said.
"Well, go away, Mr. Wang."
Xiuying stood up and watched him open the umbrella, disappearing into the misty spring rain, and couldn't help but sigh.
Day after day, we always face these trivial worries.
When will I finally get over it?
…
The next day.
Wang Jinghong served in front of the Holy Master in the Imperial Study Room.
Finally, Zhu Di fell down on the couch behind the imperial study and took a nap.
He barely had time to give a few more instructions to the eunuchs before he hurried towards the prison area.
Thinking that the little girl she had made an appointment with would come to the prison cell, she should be waiting for her to eat.
The sky is not beautiful, it is still raining heavily.
But Wang Jinghong had a heart for dating a beautiful woman, and he couldn't care about anything else.
He held up the umbrella by himself and started to panic.
Ignoring the raindrops floating on his clothes, he just wanted to go back quickly.
He couldn't stop being distracted, and the expression on his face was not as gloomy as before, and he could not help but reveal a look of joy.
Upon entering the house, Wang Jinghong looked into the dim room, his eyes long and long through the misty weather in front of him.
Seeing that beautiful figure shaking, his heart relaxed slightly.
I'm afraid that the beauty just says that she doesn't want to come here again.
Slender jade hands were bringing the prepared side dishes to the table. The frail figure in green clothes stood at the table, placing the two sets of bowls and chopsticks.
"In the future, if it rains so heavily, don't come here."
Wang Jinghong didn't mean what he said.
He entered the room and glanced at the umbrella standing upside down by the door. He noticed the wet color on the little girl's shoulders and felt a little distressed.
Xiuying was very surprised.
She remembered that Wang Jinghong was most annoyed by heavy rain, and his new clothes always got wet.
Therefore, he usually would not return in the heavy rain and would eat in the imperial study room.
She came here today to fulfill her promise and was afraid of arousing his resentment.
Unexpectedly, he came back alone in the rain.
"It's raining heavily today, and the slaves in the prison cell don't come back to eat. I'm afraid that if my father-in-law comes back, there will be no one to serve him."
This was half true and half false, but it was said beautifully and heartwarmingly.
Wang Jinghong not only felt warm and itchy in his heart after hearing this, he was actually a little excited.
The servants in the palace were all following orders, how could she care so much and worry about whether there would be anyone to take care of her.
This is what life is like for a husband and wife in an ordinary family.
Looking at Xiuying still taking dishes out of the food box, and realizing how tired she was from coming here despite the heavy rain, I was really moved.
He said softly:
"Your Majesty is accustomed to only take a nap for about two-quarters of an hour. I can eat whatever I want. There is no need to bring so much next time."
Xiuying nodded after hearing this, but her delicate hands still opened the last layer of the food box quickly.
It contains a very simple ginger soup.
"This ginger soup was just cooked by my slave. My father-in-law will take a few sips to get rid of the cold."
Glancing at the still warm ginger soup, Wang Jinghong stared at her cheek tenderly, breathing a little faster.
The fiery gaze made Xiuying dare not look at him, for fear of inducing his abnormal thoughts.
With a good mood, Wang Jinghong took the ginger soup and finished it in one sip. Like a strong man going to his death, he turned the mouth of the bowl to Xiu Ying and lit the bottom.
Wang Jinghong's attitude was particularly good today, which made Xiuying very puzzled.
But she didn't ask too much, so she took the empty bowl with both hands and stretched out her hand to fill him with rice.
The total number of days we spent together was not long, but Xiuying was smart, had a strong memory, and had a photographic memory.
She had long mastered Wang Jinghong's habits, learned to please him in life, and knew how to satisfy him.
Basic diet is the easiest thing to satisfy him.
It may be due to different family environment and upbringing.
Even though Xiuying was dressed in plain clothes and plain palace clothes, she still looked elegant and generous in her movements.
There was nothing amiss about her being a slave.
This surprised Wang Jinghong.
