It was about the time when she was seriously ill before, and she was frightened in the alley, so Ruan Yuyi contracted a cold when she went back. It's not that serious, but it also alarmed the whole house.

Please Langzhong, please Langzhong, decoction of medicine, Mrs. Ruan has to sit at her daughter's place for half a day before she can go back with peace of mind.

It was she who coughed twice, and the little maid waiting in the house also brought tea to moisten her throat, and asked for warmth for a long time, until Ruan Yuyi said that she was tired and wanted to rest, and then walked away step by step.

She knew they cared about her, so she was happy to get sick.

The new emperor did not come during the day, but always at night, and after she went to bed, she stayed in the inner room for a long time. didn't wake her up, just watched her leave after a while, and sometimes caught Mu Xiang to ask her about her current situation, while still not allowing Mu Xiang to talk to her.

She didn't know about it, after all, Jiang Huaiyang always came while she was asleep. It was only after she contracted the wind chill that she woke up in the middle of the night with a cough.

Although it was pitch black, she could barely use the moonlight to discern a shadow standing on the side of a few cases, but she didn't think it was a thief, but because of her shape, she could identify it.

- She could hear it just by the sound of her feet.

Ruan Yuyi didn't want to see him, so she pretended to be half-asleep and half-awake, and went back to sleep after coughing. She thought she was hiding it well, and all she exposed was the irrepressible cough that came later.

Seeing that he seemed to have his back to her, she lifted a corner of the curtain.

The moonlight peeked in through the window, creating a halo of light for him, and he seemed to have confined all the cold colors in front of him. He hung his head slightly, his gaze resting on the object in his hand.

It was a long, slender skewer with a round object on top, like a rabbit.

And when Jiang Huaiyang sent someone to cook Sydney soup, personally lifted the soft curtain, and softly called her up to use it, she realized that he probably found out that she was awake and didn't poke it.

"Why does Your Majesty want to guard the concubine, but let the sisters in the palace keep the empty boudoir alone." She propped herself up, cowered warily into the bed, and glanced at the small bowl in his hand—it was dark and indistinct.

A soft pillow was placed behind her in time.

What was placed in the palm of his hand seemed to have been placed on a few cases under the window.

He didn't want to see her push herself towards the person next to him, and curled up with the tips of his fingers holding the spoon, just as if he didn't hear. He stirred it to himself, and the pears were soft and juicy.

"You cough so badly that your throat must be red, and it will be more comfortable to use some."

If this sentence appeared in the days when she was bullied by the Queen Mother, she would definitely be greatly moved, let go of all the defenses in her heart, and stepped forward to hug his neck.

But now, she only thinks it's a little ridiculous. If he really cared about her, why didn't he save her at that time, did he have to use her life as bait in order to get rid of the Queen Mother?

She was just a woman who grew up in the boudoir embroidery pavilion, and she didn't want to talk to him about any righteousness.

What she wants is a bottomless preference.

But she once softly called her husband, and now standing in front of her is a monarch after all, who is responsible for his people and the whole country. Maybe at any time, she will be killed for a plan.

She didn't want him to choose between herself and the people of the country, she just wanted him to be able to think about it and make the best solution between him when he had something to do.

This is the chill of her heart, she is scared in the end, she can't afford to gamble.

Jiang Huaiyang saw that she was stunned and did not move, sat down on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and wanted to send it to her lips. There was a bit of helplessness in his tone, and he sighed softly, "How long are you going to be willful?" ”

They can't just keep it like this. He knew his mistake, and she had to give him a chance to make amends.

This sentence alone first broke the last line of defense that Ruan Yuyi had built for herself. Tears fell without warning, she stubbornly refused to let him see it, turned her face away, suppressed her crying, and eased her breath before she dared to speak:

"Your Majesty feels that the concubine is willful? In the palace and in Beijing, there are obedient and gentle townships! ”

She reached out and knocked over the porcelain bowl in his hand. The porcelain bowl fell to the ground, rang twice, and happened to be upside down, and the tender pears and soup in it were sprinkled clean, but fortunately they were not broken.

Jiang Huaiyang's hands and clothes were inevitably stained with soup.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The movement of the porcelain bowl on the ground was like a bell, knocking her anger away a little. She was too soft-hearted, her heart sank, and she began to think about whether this would be too much, he had kept it for so many hours, and it was a good intention after all.

Before she could think clearly, an irrepressible itch appeared in her throat, and she covered her mouth, almost coughing out the organs in her body.

A large hand was placed on her back, and after a moment of reassurance, she saw that she was coughing and pulled away.

When he came back, he had a bowl of freshly filled pear soup in his hand. When Jiang Huaiyang came and went, Mu Xiang had already cleaned up the mess on the ground.

He still scooped it up, handed it to her lips, and whispered a threat, "Even if you knock it over, there's still a lot of it in the pot." ”

Ruan Yuyi was also really uncomfortable, her vision was dizzy, and she stepped forward and pressed her lips against the warm spoon. The spoon was slightly tilted, and the soup flowed down the open lip flap, and what was not eaten moistened the lip flap.

His eyes darkened, but he still scooped another spoonful of soup in his hand and fed it to her.

This time it was with a small piece of pear.

The soup is about rock sugar, which is sweet and not too much. The pear pieces still have the sweetness of the fruit itself, and she bites and swallows it, which really suppresses the itch in her throat a lot.

After using a small half bowl, she was embarrassed to eat it in his hand again, and wanted to take the bowl.

Jiang Huaiyang refused, but took the bowl farther away, saying what if she fell again. He had gained experience, and now he was holding the bottom of the bowl with four fingers and one finger on the rim of the bowl.

She had no choice but to endure the heat at the root of her ears and continue to drink the soup.

He just watched her drink seriously, and it seemed to be very funny. The moon is as cool as water, reflecting her cheeks and cheeks like condensation, her eyes are drooping, her long eyelashes are like perched butterflies, and the appearance under her eyes is much better than when she was angry with him.

Just like that, a spoonful, a spoonful, it's a bowl of pear soup. Mu Xiang, who was waiting on the side, took the empty bowl.

"If Your Majesty has nothing to do, you should go back to the palace to rest earlier."

This is the beginning of the eviction order. Jiang Huaiyang didn't think that she would let herself rest here for the night, not to mention that Ming'er is not resting, if she starts here, she will not be able to catch up tomorrow morning.

Therefore, he did not dwell on it anymore and walked away.

Ruan Yuyi ate something, but it was not good to lie down directly, and rested on the soft pillow for a while, confirming that he was indeed gone, and then stomped down.

(End of chapter)