Fu Cheng also knew that what he did for Song Beibei was too public.

The lily last time was already dissatisfied with Shen Guogong, but because only Shen Guogong knew that this girl in the palace was the former Song Beifeng, and the other ministers thought that Song Beifeng was dead, and this one in the palace was just the emperor's new favorite, so the matter was not too big.

Shen Guogong is still heartfelt for him as an emperor in general, so the first time he finds out that he is doing this kind of thing, he will not talk about it and publicize it.

However, for the sake of insurance, Fu Cheng still decided to be less public, so as not to make trouble in the DPRK.

So these gardenias, he specially ordered, were not sent to the palace until late at night.

At this time, Song Beibei was already vaguely asleep, but was suddenly woken up by the movement in the courtyard outside.

A familiar fragrance of flowers slowly wafted in from the half-open window, and Song Beibei moved his nose and slowly came to his senses.

How can there be gardenias this season?

She took a deep breath, made sure she was right, and quickly got out of bed and went out to have a look.

As soon as I opened the door, the courtyard was full of pure white flowers, as clear as jade in the moonlight.

Fu Cheng walked towards her with a pot of the most gorgeous flowers that bloomed.

"Beibei, why are you awake? Did I make a noise with you? ”

Song Beibei's first reaction when he saw his favorite flower was joy, but when he saw Fu Cheng again, he couldn't help but think of Shen Guogong's previous accusation against her, and her joy was immediately swept away.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she spoke for a long time: "Ah Cheng, why do you do such a thing that costs people and money?" ”

Fu Cheng's thin lips raised slightly, and he had already thought of the reason for the explanation.

"I already expected to be taught a lesson by you, but Beibei, these flowers were prepared by me several months ago, and I didn't know at that time that your expectation of me was to make me a good emperor for the country and the people...... Now that I know, I will never do such a thing again. ”

Song Beibei looked at him for a few breaths, and finally smiled: "Okay, then this is the last time, I must not do it in the future, I don't want to be scolded with you." ”

Fu Cheng nodded, looking at her dotingly: "Got it, don't worry." ”

Song Beibei took the pot of flowers in his hand, took a deep breath of the fragrance of the flowers, and showed a little girl's smile on his face: "Ah Cheng, this pot is the best, I want to put it at the head of my bed." ”

"Okay."

Song Beibei turned around and went back to the room with the flowers, and put the flowers next to his bed.

She wanted to go out and tell Fu Cheng that it was not too early for him to go back to rest, but as soon as she turned around, her handsome face magnified in her sight.

Song Beibei hurriedly took a step back and sat down on the bed.

Fu Cheng squatted down and looked at her: "What, scared you?" ”

Song Beibei clutched his chest, looked at him quietly for a while, and suddenly smiled: "I'm still a little unaccustomed." ”

Song Beibei refers to looks.

Fu Cheng crossed over, and his appearance changed, even if he was Fu Cheng in his bones, his appearance was Yin Zhaolin who had disappeared from this world.

She felt that she should not be used to being close to Yin Zhaolin, so every time Fu Cheng approached, she would subconsciously feel a sense of rejection.

But she couldn't tell her lover directly, for fear of hurting him.

She stared at Fu Cheng for a while, and suddenly asked, "Ah Cheng, I'm different from my original appearance, do you feel unaccustomed to looking at me?" ”

"No, it won't." Fu Cheng looked at her deeply, his gaze was extremely serious, "Because I know it's you, no matter what you become, I can recognize you and love you as before." ”

Song Beibei lowered his eyes slightly, and a sense of guilt climbed into his heart.

Fu Cheng treated her as always, but she always felt that she had empathized with her.

But how could she be such a person? If you are unfaithful to your lover, you don't even have basic morality.

Fu Cheng took advantage of her daze, sat beside her, quietly looked at her scarlet lips, and leaned over to kiss her.

At this moment, Song Beibei suddenly came back to his senses and pressed against his chest, with unconcealed fear in his eyes.

Fu Cheng's gaze was still on her face, and he didn't take it off for a long time.

Although there was no expression on his face, the anger in his heart spread uncontrollably.

Didn't Beibei already remember that he was the man she loved deeply?

Haven't you forgotten about the murder of her in his previous life?

Didn't you forget the biggest threat in this life, Shen Zhao?

Why is it that when all obstacles are removed, there is still an invisible wall between them?

He really wanted to question Song Beibei, what did he want him to do?

Song Beibei seemed to feel that he was angry, and he panicked, and his voice trembled slightly: "Ah Cheng, I'm ...... I'm still not used to ......"

Looking at the little girl's slightly reddened eyes, most of the anger in Fu Cheng's heart suddenly disappeared.

He reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled softly: "It's okay, we still have a long time." ”

Song Beibei smiled and nodded: "Hmm! ”

Fu Cheng rubbed her soft hair: "Rest early." ”

"Okay."

Fu Cheng got up and left.

Song Beibei waited until he couldn't see people, and the whole person was like an amnesty, and he instantly relaxed.

She remembered that when she first met Fu Cheng, she didn't reject him so much, and she was really happy at that time, and felt that it was a blessing to be able to travel with her lover in her previous life.

But since that guy named Shen Zhao broke her heart again and again, she gradually began to waver towards Fu Cheng.

She hurried over and closed the door, locking it tightly.

She went back to the bed, picked up the pot of gardenias, placed them on her lap, and watched it quietly.

She began to feel that she had no conscience again, why, Ah Cheng was obviously so good to her and didn't do anything to be sorry for her, but she still rejected him so subconsciously?

It's really unconscionable and immoral.

But I can't control myself.

Song Beibei sighed faintly, stood up holding the flowers, and wanted to put the pot of flowers on the dresser on the side.

After she put it away, she was about to go back to bed and continue sleeping, but when she turned around, she accidentally touched the pot of flowers.

With a "pop", the flower pot shattered, and a cloth bag wrapped in brocade cloth came out.

What is it?

Song Beibei twisted his brows slightly, leaned over to pick up the brocade bag, and opened it to see.

Inside were a few letters that looked like they had been for some time.

Song Beibei spread out a sheet and looked at it, and immediately recognized that this was his handwriting.

Looking at the content of the letter again, the first sentence of the opening sentence is "Brother Zhaozhao, how are you"?

This...... She wrote it to Shen Zhao?!

Why is this tone so intimate?

Song Beibei was shocked, and hurriedly checked the letter in his hand one by one.