7. Confusion

It has been more than two months since Xiangbao's miscarriage, and the husband has never stayed in the Drunken Moon Pavilion again. In autumn, the weather is getting colder day by day, and Xiangbao begins to learn to sew a robe for himself to wear in winter.

"Madame, what are you up to?" Poured a cup of tea and put it in Xiangbao's hand, and Ziruo stepped forward curiously.

"Make clothes." Xiangbao raised the crooked fabric in his hand and smiled.

"Just leave this to the girls." Azusa shook her head disapprovingly.

In the past, when my sister was still around, she always started making winter clothes for her in the spring. Xiangbao raised her hand and touched her nose, as if her sister was still pinching her nose and said, "I have to sew it thick, so that our lazy Xiangbao will not be afraid of the cold in winter." ”

"Madam, Madame......" Ziruo nudged her.

Xiangbao came back to his senses and pursed his lips: "It's okay, it's idle anyway." As he spoke, he lowered his head again and began to busy.

Ziruo bit her lip and stopped talking.

"Madame......" Until it was time for dinner, Ziruo finally couldn't help but open her mouth.

"Hmm." After taking a sip of the soup, Xiangbao responded lightly.

"Madame......"

"What's wrong?" With a sigh, Xiangbao reluctantly put down the delicious soup in his hand and looked sideways at Ziruo, "What's the matter?" Go ahead. ”

"Do you know where the king is spending the night tonight?" Ziruo said.

"Where?" Following her wishes, Xiangbao lowered her head and drank the soup again.

"Moon Pavilion."

"Oh? Moon Pavilion again? Xiangbao answered lightly.

Zheng Dan lives in the Moon Viewing Pavilion, and since Yun Ji was placed under house arrest, the place that the husband goes to most often is the Moon Viewing Pavilion.

"Why are you ......" Seeing her gentle and unhurried appearance, Ziruo didn't understand it very much, she thought she was quite a city, but it turned out that she was just wrong?

"Why am I not in a hurry?" Xiangbao licked her lips and laughed.

Ziruo didn't speak.

"He's the king, now that I'm out of favor, what's the use of being anxious?" Xiangbao put down the soup bowl in his hand with a smile, "It's just that I wronged you, next time I see the king, I beg him to let you go back." ”

"Ma'am, you know I didn't mean that!" Ziruo bit her lip.

Xiangbao stood up and walked to the window, and the wind blew in, ruffling the hair around her sideburns.

"Hopefully it won't get too cold this winter." For a while, she said, as if she were talking to herself.

It's late at night.

Xiangbao lay on the couch, folded her hands on her chest, and looked at the roof in a daze. After tonight, it will be seventy-six days. He hadn't stayed in the Drunken Moon Pavilion for seventy-six days. The hands that were folded on her chest tightened suddenly, and her knuckles turned slightly white, Xiangbao was frightened by herself, why could she remember it so clearly? Seventy-six days, she remembered it so clearly.

Ziruo was always reminding her which lady he stayed at, and the most mentioned was the Moon Viewing Pavilion, a total of fifty-two times. He didn't bother her, and she was much freer. When she is idle, she can do a good job of needlework, which is obviously a good thing, but why...... But the heart is empty?

Xiangbao was really frightened by herself, shouldn't she be ......

Shaking his head fiercely, shaking away the thoughts that he shouldn't have, Xiangbao pulled the quilt over his head, turned sideways, and forced himself to sleep.

Do you want to taste it again?

Life is worse than the pain of death, do you want to try again?

She doesn't want it!

When she opened her eyes in the dark, cold sweat was dripping from her forehead. Nightmares, nightmares. Awakened from her dream, she didn't dare to fall asleep anymore and sat with the quilt until dawn.

The next morning, as soon as Ziruo entered the door, he saw Xiangbao sitting on the couch holding the quilt in a daze, and he had not slept all night.

"Madame, you ......"

"I'm fine." Xiangbao turned sideways, always feeling that there was a sneaky little figure wandering outside the window, and kept peeking in.

"Si Xiang, come out." The eyebrows jumped uncontrollably, and Xiangbao spoke.

The small figure stiffened slightly, and staggered through the door.

"So early, what's the matter?"

"Hmm...... That one...... Did you make your father angry? After grinding for a long time, he finally opened his mouth.

Xiangbao couldn't cry or laugh: "Why do you ask that?" ”

"Father, he ......"

Xiangbao immediately understood, this little guy probably thought that her husband was angry with her, so he ......

"Probably." Smiled, Xiang Bao said. Though...... She didn't know if she really him off in any way, but now she was really grateful to him for snubbing her.

After thinking about it all night, she finally figured it out. If he continues to spoil her, she will really fall into the mud and be unable to extricate herself. It's not too late to draw your heart, it's still too late.

Si Xiang lowered his head a little disappointed: "Father is really angry, what should I do......" He muttered alone, and suddenly raised his head again, "Don't be afraid, Si Xiang will help you." Looking at Xiangbao extremely seriously, he said.

Xiangbao patted his head, wanting to laugh and be moved.

"Alas......" Looking at Si Xiang, Xiangbao suddenly sighed faintly.

"What's wrong? Don't sigh, I'll really help you. He became anxious and said.

"You haven't called me mother for a long time......" Holding back a smile, Xiangbao sighed sadly.

Hearing this, Si Xiang's face turned red suddenly, and he puffed up his strength for a long time before he called "Mother" in a low voice.

Xiangbao looked at him blankly, his heart softened suddenly, and he couldn't help but reach out and hug him into his arms: "Good behave." ”

He struggled slightly, but as soon as he heard her sigh, he immediately stayed obediently in her arms, and did not dare to move any more. Holding the soft and fragrant Si Xiang, Xiangbao was stunned for a moment. She wondered if the child hadn't had a miscarriage...... Will he be as beautiful and well-behaved as Si Xiang?

Then, call her...... Mother?

After eating breakfast together, Si Xiang couldn't wait to pull Xiangbao out of the garden.

"In such a hurry, where to go?" Xiangbao asked him curiously.

Si Xiang smiled mysteriously. Twisting his fleshy face, Xiangbao also smiled.

"Shh Si Xiang suddenly pulled her and pulled her to squat on the side of the corridor together.

"What's wrong?" Unconsciously lowered his voice with him, Xiangbao muttered.

Si Xiang made a silent motion, Xiangbao thought it was funny, and just as she wanted to laugh, Si Xiang stretched out her little hand to cover her mouth.

"Ma'am?" Leng Buding heard a familiar voice.

Xiangbao was slightly stunned.

It was the husband's voice, but it was not a call to her.

Looking up slightly, through the pillars of the corridor, Xiangbao saw a familiar figure, in the sunlight, the bright yellow robe dazzled her eyes. Next to him stood a woman in white, Zheng Dan.

"Your hair is in a mess, my lord." Zheng Dan raised his sleeves to cover his lips and chuckled.

That smile seemed to make it seem that even the most beautiful flowers in the garden had lost their color in that moment. Xiangbao had never seen her smile like this, it turned out that she was really beautiful when she laughed.

"It doesn't matter." The husband is poor.

"The concubine will help you sort it out." Zheng Dan raised the small wooden comb in his hand.

"Madame chased her all the way out just to comb the widow's hair?" Fucha raised his eyebrows.

"yes." Zheng Dan nodded with a smile, pulled his sleeve, and pointed to the stone bench on the side.

Fucha laughed and sat down.

Si Xiang, who was still holding Xiangbao just now, bit his lip bulgingly, clenched his small fists, and was almost about to rush out. Xiangbao hurriedly grabbed him with his backhand, but Si Xiang didn't follow, and Xiangbao simply took him into his arms.

Under the warm and bright sun, the slender jade holds a wooden comb in her hand, and her tail finger is lightly curled, combing her long satin hair thinly, which is as beautiful as a painting.

Si Xiang struggled, and Xiangbao raised his hand and gently turned his head and pressed it into his arms. Holding Si Xiang, Xiangbao looked at Fucha and Zheng Dan quietly, with a trace of excitement in his eyes, like a pool of stagnant water.

That day, also in this bright sunshine, she looked at the man in white who she thought was lost and recovered, the man, who was holding the hand of another woman.

What a pair of beautiful people.

"Who?" Someone drank lightly.

A sharp sword, pointed at her hiding place. Xiangbao hugged Si Xiang and subconsciously stood up.

"Mrs. Shih Tzu?" The sword-wielding guard was surprised, and subconsciously looked at Fucha.

Xiangbao hung her head, as if she had made a big mistake.

Fucha stood up, frowning slightly.

"What are you doing here?" After a while, the husband asked.

"Oh...... I'm playing with Si Xiang. Xiangbao licked her somewhat dry lips, "Catch bugs and play." ”

"Catching bugs?" The husband raised his eyebrows, and he didn't use his brains to lie?

"Well, catch bugs." Xiangbao nodded in affirmation.

"Did you catch it?"

"I didn't ...... It ran too fast. ”

"Oh." The husband replied lightly.

Several palace maids and guards were silent, but Zheng Dan watched this strange conversation with a smile. From beginning to end, Xiangbao hung his head, as if he was very humble.

"Look up." Frowning, the husband said suddenly.

Xiangbao obediently looked up, but his eyes were still fixed on the ground.

"Is there any money on the ground?" The husband looked at her and spoke slowly.

"Nope." Xiangbao shook his head honestly.

"Look at me." For no reason, the husband was a little upset, and he actually called himself "me" instead of saying "widow".

The guards were all secretly wondering, but Xiangbao didn't notice this small change. She subconsciously bit her lip, held Si Xiang's hand and shook it, and then hugged it tightly, as if she wanted to borrow his strength. Si Xiang has been obediently staying in Xiangbao's arms, with a small hand around Xiangbao's neck.

Is she afraid?

What is she afraid of?

Fucha's brow furrowed even deeper.

It took a lot of effort for Xiangbao to settle down and move her gaze from staring at the ground to Fucha's face. However, she still did not look him in the eye.

"Look me in the eye." He said.

Xiangbao froze for a moment, and then looked into his eyes according to Yan, there was nothing in her eyes, and she was as silent as death. Fucha's heart suddenly ached slightly, and he actually felt damn guilty.

"King, Wu Xiangguo is urging for the second time." On the side, there was a guard who reminded him softly.

The husband came back to his senses and strode away. Xiangbao lowered his head and exhaled.

"What were you afraid of?" In my ears, there was a smiling voice.

Xiangbao froze for a moment, and raised his head again, it was Zheng Dan.

"You're in love with him?" Xiangbao looked at her lightly.

Zheng Dan was stunned for a moment.

"Have you forgotten what you said to me?" Xiangbao tugged at the corners of her stiff lips and pulled out a smile.

"I haven't forgotten." Zheng Dan smiled, "It's just that I was too stupid at that time." ”

Xiangbao frowned: "I don't understand what you're talking about. ”

"You'll understand later, I'...... I just want to live. With that, she turned to leave.

Looking at her back, Xiangbao actually felt her sadness and determination.

Why?

"I'm sorry......" In his arms, Si Xiang suddenly said sullenly.

"Huh?" Xiangbao looked down at him.

"I didn't know she was here too......"

Xiangbao immediately understood that he mysteriously pulled her out early in the morning, just so that she could come here and meet her husband.

As a result, I actually encountered such a scene.

Xiangbao laughed and rubbed his head: "You have a lot of ideas." ”

Si Xiang didn't avoid it as usual, and actually let her ravage, Xiangbao was a little surprised, and when he looked at it again, his eyes were red.

"Are you crying?" Xiangbao couldn't cry or laugh.

"Not really." He said sullenly, but tears fell.

"Fool, what are you crying about?"

"Aren't you sad?" He looked up at her, with crystal tears on his eyelashes, and he looked pitiful.

"Well, I'm not sad." Raising his hand to wipe his tears, Xiangbao bent his lips.

"Liar." He muttered, with a thick nasal voice.

Xiangbao looked at him and was silent.

"Before...... My mother always cries...... Her father favored other women, and she cried......"

Xiangbao patted him on the back and comforted him: "He is a king, it is impossible to spoil only one woman." After saying that, even she was stunned for a moment, yes, he is the king......

Si Xiang rubbed his nose: "He's so bad, you don't like him anymore." ”

"Huh?"

"The man in white last time, was it your lover? Come with him. Si Xiang said angrily, "My father has so many women, if you really like him, you will definitely be sad." ”

Xiangbao couldn't cry or laugh.

"What nonsense." Xiangbao pinched his red nose, "You can't talk nonsense. ”

Si Xiang was still angry.

Xiangbao played with Si Xiang for a day, until it was dark, and finally made him happy, and then he returned to his bedroom. Xiangbao dragged his body bones that were about to fall apart and moved back to the Drunken Moon Pavilion.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Ziruo circling around at the door.

"Madame!" Seeing Xiangbao, Ziruo hurriedly stepped forward, "You're back, where have you been?" Why didn't you even come back for lunch? ”

"Accompanying Si Xiang, what's wrong?" Xiangbao rubbed her arm.

"At noon, the king came." Ziruo said in a hurry.

Xiangbao was stunned for a moment, then exhaled, secretly glad that he didn't come back at noon.

"Okay, okay, I know, I'm starving, let's get dinner." Pushing Ziruo with a smile, Xiangbao said.

"Oh, listen to me!" Ziruo was pushed by her all the way, and said anxiously, "The king is ......"

"Okay, okay, don't tell me, don't tell me where he's going to spend the night today, I'm not interested, I'm dying of hunger......" Xiangbao suddenly stopped.

Ziruo saw that Xiangbao finally stopped pushing her, and sighed: "You be quiet, the king is inside, and he has been waiting from noon until now......"

"Don't say it, I've already seen ......it," Xiangbao wailed in her heart, "Ziruo." Xiangbao raised his hand and stroked his forehead, trying to ignore the eyes staring at him at the door.

"Huh?"

"Speak later...... Get straight to the point. ”

“……”

"Aren't you yelling that you're hungry? What are you doing at the door? Fucha's voice sounded faintly.

Xiangbao staggered over to him, and when she saw the sumptuous dishes on the table, her eyes lit up.

"King, are you ready to eat?" Swallowing his saliva, Xiangbao said awkwardly.

The husband was noncommittal, and walked to the table and sat down. Xiangbao immediately sat down, but she sat in the position furthest from her husband. Completely ignoring the disgruntled eyes of her husband, Xiangbao began to feast on herself.

"The widow has been waiting here all afternoon......" he said, neither high nor low.

Swallowing the food in his mouth and stuffing his mouth again, Xiangbao muttered while eating: "You can send someone to pass me on." ”

She said, "You can send someone to pass me on."

She said, you.

She had never used the word against him before today.

Completely ignoring the existence of the husband, Xiangbao gobbled it up. Maybe she's not that hungry, she's just ...... If you don't eat something, you have to face him.

Eat all the time, eat all the time. Finally, as her stomach was about to collapse, he stood up and walked over to her and took the large piece of roast from her oily hands.

"Eat it again, and your belly will burst."

He took her hand, and she subconsciously shrank back, trying to withdraw her greasy paws, but failed. He picked up the handkerchief beside him and wiped her hands. Xiangbao lowered her eyes, and when he picked up the handkerchief to wipe her face, she turned her face away slightly.

"Are you making a fuss?" He raised his eyebrows, lifted her chin with one hand, and gently brushed the corners of her lips with the hand holding the handkerchief.

This time, she didn't dodge.

"The concubine doesn't dare." Her gaze was fixed on his chest, just not looking into his eyes.

She said that the concubine did not dare.

She said, concubines.

Fucha chuckled lowly.

"You're jealous." He chuckled and said affirmatives, not questions.

Her long eyelashes twitched slightly, and she bit her lip. She is not jealous, she is not jealous, jealousy is because of love, and she does not love him, why be jealous?

After withdrawing dinner, he still didn't leave.

Ziruo came in and took the lamp, but he didn't leave.

Xiangbao kept muttering, why didn't he leave yet.

"That...... It's late at night, when will the king go to bed? Finally, Xiangbao couldn't hold back and began to urge him.

"Madame, are you inviting a widow?" With one hand on his chin, he looked at her for a long time.

Huh?

Xiangbao shook his head like a rattle.

"The great kingdom is busy, and the concubines don't dare to disturb, that ...... The king is coming back, so prepare for it. Standing up, Xiangbao said loudly to the guards waiting outside the door.

No one paid attention to her.

The corners of Xiangbao's mouth couldn't help twitching, which also didn't give face.

"Madame, is this driving the widow away?" Behind him, a faint voice sounded.

Xiangbao shivered.

The slender arms hugged her from behind, and with a slight pull, they wrapped her into their arms and clasped her tightly.

Xiangbao struggled.

"Don't move." He pressed his ear to her ear, his voice hoarse, the burning breath making the roots of her ears slightly hot.

There was something behind her waist, if it was before, Xiangbao hadn't understood the personnel, naturally she didn't know, but now...... She knew almost immediately what he wanted to do.

Frozen in her body, she didn't dare to move anymore. He picked her up and went straight into the room. He laid her on the couch, and she undressed herself and lay down. Xiangbao bit her lip and clenched her hands tightly. She didn't like him touching her, he didn't like him touching her by holding someone's hand.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms. Xiangbao froze and didn't move, at his mercy. But he just took her in his arms and did nothing more.

She was still stiff and nervous.

"Sleep." He rubbed her head and whispered.

Xiangbao bit her lip.

"Isn't it a nightmare? I'm here, sleep. In his ear, he sighed softly.

Hearing this, Xiangbao was stunned for a moment, how did he know?

This night, Xiangbao slept very deeply, and had no dreams. When he woke up, Fucha was no longer around, Xiangbao was still stunned, and then raised his hand and pinched his face fiercely. You can't covet the warmth he brings, you can't covet the good sleep he brings. Because once there is dependence, it will be more painful to be put aside alive. Instead of pain, it is better not to rely on it in the first place. If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment.

It's best that way.

Well, that's for the best.

Xiangbao nodded, affirming his thoughts.

"Ma'am?" As soon as Ziruo came in, she saw Xiangbao sitting on the couch alone in a dementia, stretched out her hand to pinch her face, was startled, and hurriedly ran forward to pull her hand, "Madam, what are you doing?" ”

There were two red marks on his fair face, and Xiangbao looked up blankly and looked at Ziruo: "Ziruo......"

"Huh?" Ziruo lowered her head and looked at the two obvious red marks, and she was a little distressed.

Xiangbao reached out and hugged her.

Ziruo heard her muttering something indistinctly, and carefully discerned it, as if she was shouting "sister".

Somewhere in Ziruo's heart, she suddenly softened, and she raised her hand and stroked her back.