"Did you drink too much of that medicine?" Qing Yue asked carefully, worried that someone in the Heavenly Temple would spread this word to Zhao Yichen's ears.

"I don't know, maybe." She knew her body in her heart, Song Zhi didn't say much, no matter what, she still wanted to use that kind of thing to separate the distance between her and Zhao Yichen.

Only after drinking that medicine did Song Zhi have the illusion that he did not belong to him.

If Zhao Yichen hadn't let go of those humiliating words to Song Zhi at the beginning, she wouldn't have let go of herself at this time.

"Don't drink it after that, I'm afraid you'll not be able to make it through."

"It's okay, don't scare yourself, maybe it's just a little colder this winter." As he spoke, he pulled the soup woman into his arms.

At first, in order to repay her kindness and love, she desperately threw herself into this torrent that could never be turned back.

was forced to become Zhao Yichen's concubine, as if everything around her was pushing her forward.

To this day, she regrets it.

During the seven years of wandering in the desert, she faced the years of starry change alone, until she met Helan Zhuo.

The warm smile like a spring breeze flowed into her heart like the source of life.

Women are always easily impressed, and with a few small gifts, they can coax her to give everything willingly, even with her life.

Winter nights are harder than daylight.

Song Zhi lay cold on the mattress with his hands and feet, but he couldn't cover the bed.

The temperature in the warm pavilion didn't even ease her hands and feet.

She tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

Suddenly, there was a hint of coolness behind him, and Song Zhi looked back.

Zhao Yichen loosened his clothes and prepared to lie down beside her.

"Your Majesty..."

Song Zhi wanted to get up and tried to keep a certain distance from Zhao Yichen before he completely sorted out his feelings with him.

"Don't go, stay with me for a while." Zhao Yichen's voice was a little tired, another year had passed, the youthfulness on his face was a little less, and there was still some stubble on his chin.

Her hand was tightly held by Zhao Yichen, and she couldn't get rid of it, so she continued to lie down.

All the furnishings of the Heavenly Temple are more exquisite than those of the Yilan Palace, and even the bed is much larger.

Even so, Song Zhi still felt that the distance between him and him was too close.

"Is it still because of the Queen Mother?" Song Zhi carefully folded the quilt, trying to make his voice sound flat.

She asked too carefully, and Zhao Yichen followed her words and recalled the time when he had not been allowed to serve in the Heavenly Temple by the first emperor.

At that time, there were only Duanshu Guifei and Feng Guifei in his life, and there was only that small world.

Until his eighth birthday, he met the emperor and the empress, and met many people he had never met.

This birthday is more lively and grand than ever.

He was so focused on the food on his plate that he didn't feel the tension at all.

The queen seems to care more about him than the first emperor and Duan Shuguifei.

If you have the opportunity, ask him how he has learned his homework, and if he answers according to the pedant, he will be reprimanded, and if he does not answer according to common sense, he will be punished for kneeling, and even later he will not be able to distinguish how to reply to the queen's words.

Good is also a punishment, and bad is also a punishment.

In the eyes of the queen, Zhao Yichen's existence is a mistake.

"Not exactly." He forced himself to retract his thoughts and try to get back to reality.

A sentence that couldn't hear the emotion, but it made Song Zhi have a deeper understanding of him.

He almost never mentions the queen, Duanshu Guifei, Li Si and others in front of others. But these people were all around him all the time, and some of them had gone, but they were kept in his heart by himself.

Song Zhi turned around and looked at Zhao Yichen, the bridge of his nose was high, his eyebrows were handsome, but the dark blue that was always significantly tired under his eyes added a little vicissitudes to his handsome face.

"What's next?" Song Zhi casually asked, causing Zhao Yichen to suddenly open his eyes.

The cold wind outside the house made a noise in the wooden windows, but there was no feeling of cold air in the warm pavilion.

There are always people who are like this, their own lives are not satisfactory, but they can't see the suffering of others.

She can always see through Zhao Yichen's mind at a glance, so that Zhao Yichen has a sense of shame in front of her every time.

"I don't know." Zhao Yichen looked at the night outside the window, "I don't know if I want to continue." ”

Sichuan and Shu have been taken by Zhao Yichen, the people of Jinzhou are also panicked because of the war, and the previous dynasty and the power of the queen mother hindered, many factors have made Zhao Yichen lose the courage to continue.

After lying down for a long time, his arms were a little sore, and Song Zhi changed his posture again, "The next place is the desert." ”

That's right, it's the same as Zhao Yichen's plan.

Song Zhi guessed through his mind again, and Zhao Yichen didn't want to answer.

He always had no disguise in front of this woman, and the down-and-out woman who had knelt at his feet and begged for mercy could easily peek into his heart, which was the true source of his shame.

"Do you feel unhappy that every time I guess your mind?" Song Zhi and Zhao Yichen slept in harmony, lying on the same bed but did not feel sleepy at all.

Inadvertently, Song Zhi's cold feet touched Zhao Yichen's warm abdomen.

"Why are your feet so cold? Not feeling well? Zhao Yichen didn't answer directly, but he expressed dissatisfaction between the lines.

He put Song Zhi's feet under his bedclothes, and there was no gap between skin and skin.

"Huh... No way. ”

Song Zhi wanted to pull out of Zhao Yichen's bedclothes, but Zhao Yichen held him tightly.

"Don't move."

He had a commanding tone, but Song Zhi had already made a plan from his heart, and how to resist was in vain.

Song Zhi maintained a strange posture and lay down with Zhao Yichen for a long time, a little uncomfortable, and took the initiative to speak.

"I'll tell you a secret, and it's something I'm a little ashamed of, so you might balance it out a bit."

Zhao Yichen closed his eyes, ready to listen, and some didn't believe that Song Zhi could say anything that would make him ashamed.

"You say."

"Actually, I recently learned that I wasn't my parents' biological child." Song Zhi was a little difficult to speak, although there was no substantive evidence, but all the previous clues pointed to the same truth.

Zhao Yichen "sighed" in his heart, he had heard about Song Zhi's life experience in Qiu Yutong's mouth, but he never thought that Song Zhi didn't know his life experience.

"I was kicked out of my house for this and wandered outside for seven years." When she said the word "home", Song Zhi hesitated, not knowing if it could be called her home.