The warm soup was left untouched.
Xu Zhihuai waited quietly. Zhu Xuxing came back from bathing. He was wrapped in warm mist. Zhou Zheng's handsome face was even more tender. He hugged her into his arms. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the bowl on the table and blinked twice. Ask: "Why didn't you drink today? Are you tired of drinking?"
Xu Zhihuai shook his head: "There is some food left in the dinner, and I can't drink it."
She told a lie casually, but it made him pay attention.
Warm and strong hands went around her waist, covering her belly, and gently rubbed her belly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to ask the doctor to come over and take a look?"
Xu Zhihuai still shook his head: "It's not a problem."
"Is it really not a problem?"
"Um."
He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her cheek. The arm around her body tightened, and he walked sideways with her to the bedside.
Xu Zhihuai clung to his warm chest, looking at the brocade quilt with dark eyes. She had no choice but to force herself to relax, not wanting Zhu Xuxing to notice her complicated mood at the moment.
However, her slightly twinkling eyes and her unstretched body still made Zhu Xuxing aware of something strange.
Love came to an abrupt end.
He leaned over and looked at her with his dark eyes.
Xu Zhihuai's eyes were a little empty, as if he had lost his soul.
She was obviously looking at him, but she didn't seem to be looking at him.
Her absent-mindedness was caught in Zhu Xuxing's eyes. He was a little confused, and the fire in his body instantly cooled down.
"Huai'er, you are still angry with me."
There was disappointment in Zhu Xiuxing's voice.
Xu Zhihuai twitched the corners of her mouth and wanted to tell him that she was not angry with him, that she understood his difficulties of not being able to help himself. She understood everything, but she could not say a word.
Zhu Xuxing was inexplicably anxious. He pressed down on her involuntarily, forcing her to look directly at his face: "Huai'er, you are the only one in my heart. Don't you believe it?"
Xu Zhihuai said hoarsely: "I believe it."
Zhu Xuxing got the answer he wanted, and kissed Yinghong's lips again, fearing that she would regret and change her words, and their lips and teeth would fall into each other's hands.
He never used force on her, and tonight he was extremely gentle.
Under the candle, the two of them could see each other clearly.
A bit of resistance, a bit of helplessness, and even a bit of grievance.
After the intimacy, Zhu Xuxing stroked the sweaty hair on her forehead, panting lowly. Just as he was hesitating how to speak, the person next to him asked softly: "I heard that the Queen's Ceremony is scheduled for early March. Three?"
Zhu Xuxing said "hmm" heavily.
"March 3rd, good luck."
Xu Zhihuai murmured softly, his heart cold.
What a great day.
There isn't much time left for her.
Zhu Suxing was affectionate and affectionate with her every night, and he paid special attention to the soup and medicine, all for the sake of seeking a child.
He wants her mother to be more valuable than her son.
Unfortunately, her body is thinner than paper, and it is extremely difficult to have a safe pregnancy.
"Huai'er, what are you thinking about?"
Zhu Xuxing felt sorry for her silence. He would rather listen to her complain a few words than let her keep everything in her heart.
"I am thinking about what story I want to tell An'er tomorrow night."
"You are lying."
His lips moved to her ear: "You must be secretly complaining about me in your heart. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Huai'er."
The tip of Xu Zhihuai's nose felt sore and he choked silently.
Zhu Xuxing hugged her tightly with his arms: "The queen is just a queen. You are the most important to me. No one can replace you, and no one can shake your position in the palace."
His promise is still so touching.
Xu Zhihuai nodded silently.
It’s the festive season again.
At the Baijia Banquet, Zhu Xuxing and Xu Zhihuai were knelt down and saluted by the officials. Xu Zhihuai lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, with a calm face. Although he was dressed in bright red and rich makeup, his too cold expression was incompatible with the joyful atmosphere around him.
Beauty is beautiful, but it is a pity that it has lost its agility.
The person is here, but the soul is not there.
From a distance, Xu Zhihuai saw Wei Li.
He was sitting in the upper seat at the lower left, lowering his head to drink the whole time, and never looked over here intentionally.
No provocation, no threats, no cynicism.
Rarely, he also knows how to pretend to avoid suspicion.
Seeing that she was still lost in thought, Zhu Xuxing quietly took Xu Zhihuai's hand, lowered his head and asked with concern: "What's wrong with Huai'er?"
Xu Zhihuai said lightly: "I am too drunk to drink, and I am a little tired."
Zhu Xuxing glanced at the wine glass in front of her, and it was clear that it had not yet reached the bottom.
No matter how light her drinking capacity is, she will not get drunk with half a glass of wine.
The light in Zhu Xuxing's eyes cooled down for the most part, and he smiled gently: "The wind is cold at night. If you feel unwell, please go back first. I will go back to accompany you later."
Xu Zhihuai Wan'er said: "Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness. I will take my leave first."
The ministers greeted the imperial concubine respectfully, but Wei Li lazily did not get up. His cold eyes followed Xu Zhihuai's every move. When he saw her leaving sadly, his thin lips curled up into a sly smile.
How did she become a lost dog?
After leaving the courtyard, Xu Zhihuai wrapped himself tightly in a mink fur cloak, and his pace gradually quickened.
She was not interested in the excitement here. She just wanted to return to her daughter and keep her vigil.
Zhu Qingruo was still awake, running around the room holding a small lantern. She was wearing an embroidered jacket. She was hot and sweaty after running for a long time, and her face was flushed.
"Mother concubine!"
When Zhu Qingruo saw Xu Zhihuai walking in, he immediately threw himself into her arms.
Xu Zhihuai knelt down, held her little hand, and smiled.
Jinhua didn't expect her to come back so early, so she stepped forward with a puzzled look on her face.
Mu Xiuwan also put down the half-peeled orange and stood up in surprise: "Sister? Did the banquet end so early?"
"No, I came back first."
Xu Zhihuai took off his cloak and warmed his hands before picking up his daughter: "On such an important day, I would rather be with An'er and you."
Mu Xiuwan hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Sister and the emperor are getting more and more estranged."
It had been a long time since she'd seen them so inseparable.
Xu Zhihuai didn't want his daughter to hear this, so he just shook his head at Mu Xiuwan.
Mu Xiuwan nodded helplessly and continued to peel oranges for An'er to eat.
Near midnight, Zhu Xuxing returned to the palace drunkenly.
Before waiting for the maids to come forward to serve him, he waved his hands impatiently: "You all step back. Where is Huai'er? Where is my Huai'er?"
He didn't want others to touch him, he just waited for Xu Zhihuai.
Xu Zhihuai smelled a faint smell of alcohol as soon as she entered the room. She saw Zhu Xuxing slumped on a chair and hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "The emperor is drunk, so he should lie down on the bed."
"Huai'er!"
Zhu Xuxing was drunk, and as soon as she appeared, he immediately became energetic.
He raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes darkened slightly, his eyes were red due to drunkenness, and he felt inexplicably aggrieved: "How long are you going to hate me?"
Xu Zhihuai lowered his eyes and whispered: "I do not hate the emperor. The emperor is drunk and needs to rest."
"No, you hate it!"
Zhu Xuxing suddenly shouted loudly, grabbed her wrist with his backhand, and pulled her forward forcefully: "You avoided me, you kept me cold, no matter what I said or did, you always looked cold and indifferent. "
Xu Zhihuai almost fell on top of him, hurriedly supported the corner of the table with his hands, and stood firmly again.
"Do you still have me in your heart?"
Zhu Xuxing raised his face slightly, his narrow eyes full of mist soaked in sadness: "Huai'er, I guess every day whether you still have me in your heart! It's so hard for me to guess."
