Blood! Call!

Call! Blood!

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"Ahh Mother-mother-" I screamed and woke up from my nightmare, like a wounded white rabbit, and threw myself into the arms of the person in front of me. Whoever he is, I just want to be safe and sheltered!

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! He patted me on the back and comforted me softly. Although the voice is a little cold, it exudes a calming tenderness. His chest wasn't wide enough, but warm enough.

I raised my eyes and saw the handsome face I wanted to see all the time. I suddenly felt safe, like a drowning man finally grasping for a life-saving driftwood, and I grabbed his waist and slipped into his arms even tighter.

For adults, Crown Prince Zuo Yao is not an adult yet, but for me, he is old enough, tall enough, and majestic enough. He was good enough to protect me. With him, this long dark night is naturally easy to get through.

In the early days of living in the palace, every night, I would dream of my mother's difficult birth. Those bloody and horrific images, and her later pale and pretty, completely stiff and motionless, always appeared in my dreams night after night. Back I woke up from my dream crying, screaming "Mother" and bursting into tears at the same time.

The kind of panicked and helpless, physically and mentally devastating cry was out of control, so that the grandmothers of the Qianyun Hall were at a loss. They tried everything they could to silence me.

My shrill cry will alarm Princess Anning Zuo Ping, and it will also alarm the East Palace next door.

Although they are two different palaces next to each other, Crown Prince Zuo Yao's study is only separated from my room by a wall, and it is not uncommon for the Crown Prince, who is still studying in the middle of the night, to be alarmed by my cries.

At this time, he would slam the book in his hand and close his eyes and wait for a while, until he was sure that those grandmothers had nothing to do with me, and then he would decisively rush to the Qianyun Palace.

The grandmothers were at first frightened by the cold look on his face and the fierce look in his eyes. Alarming the crown prince in the middle of the night is simply a stupid thing that doesn't kill you. Unexpectedly, Brother Yao didn't blame them, but stepped forward with an arrow, hugged me tightly in his arms, and coaxed me softly.

Strange to say, as soon as I was held in his arms, I immediately stopped crying.

Although Brother Yao's eyes were cold and his expression was cool, his arms were extremely warm, like a grass in spring. I was more comfortable in his arms than in the covers.

Later, I almost developed a habit that as soon as I cried at night, he immediately threw down his books and rushed to the Qianyun Hall like a rocket, and as soon as he hugged me, I would stop crying, gradually change to sobbing, and then fall into a peaceful sleep.

Brother Yao would hold me and coax me for a while, until he was sure that I was asleep, then put me on the couch, fold the quilt for me, and then turn away.

My nightmare lasted for half a year, and Brother Yao coaxed me for half a year.

Although this did bother him, he still took the trouble to rush over to coax me, and in order not to worry the adults, and in order to relieve my psychological pressure, he strictly ordered the old ladies in the Qianyun Hall to tell him about it, and also strictly ordered his sister Zuo Ping to show her mouth in front of Her Majesty the Empress.

It made me trust Him and rely on Him more.

Half a year later, my nightmare gradually disappeared, and he didn't have to rush to coax me in the middle of the night. However, to my heart's content, he did not take any diminution in my care for me, but because of this, he understood the desolation of me in the palace and the pain of losing my mother, and took special care of me.