At night, the cool breeze is blowing, and a lone lamp hangs on an ancient tree in the courtyard, and the dim candlelight reflects the scenery in the courtyard, which looks lonely and desolate.

The room was lit with incense, and in the smoke, Zhao Lichu sat at the table and read the medical book.

A young maid quietly pushed the door open, holding a tray with a pot of hot tea and a plate of delicate snacks on it.

Seeing that Zhao Lichu was concentrating on studying medical books, the little maid sighed lightly and said in a low voice: "Madame is looking for a prescription for Hou Ye's illness again?" The hour is not early, so let the lady rest early. ”

"Wait a little longer." Zhao Li didn't raise his head at first.

The little maid shook her head, came to her with a teacup, put the cup on the table, and comforted her softly: "Madam, your body is the most important, Master Hou's illness will always be cured, don't worry too much, lest you burn your body." ”

Although she is said to be light, who doesn't know that Hou Ye's strange illness is helpless even for the imperial doctor, so how easy is it?

But Zhao Lichu said with a smile: "Well, I know, put down the tea, I'll go to sleep after drinking later." ”

The little maid hesitated for a moment, but finally put down the tea bowl, added some water for her, and then quietly retreated.

Zhao Lichu continued to read.

The moonlight outside the window is hazy, and the candlelight jumps in the house, quiet and peaceful.

After a stick of incense, she closed a thick medical book, and after blowing the candlelight, she rubbed the corners of her forehead, and was about to get up, but there was a movement outside the door.

"Husband?"

Zhao Lichu raised his voice in surprise.

Song Shixu walked in and walked straight behind the screen.

Zhao Lichu hurriedly chased after him, and when she saw him take off his cloak and hand it to her, she reached out to take it and wanted to help him take off his boots.

Unexpectedly, Song Shixuan paused, avoided her hand, took off his brocade boots by himself, stepped on the bed with his robe, and lay down inside.

Seeing this, Zhao Lichu bit his lip, put the cloak on the screen, and then followed to the bed.

As soon as she lay down, the man reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Zhao Lichu stiffened and didn't dare to move again, she knew what he meant.

"Is there a bath?" He spoke.

Hearing this, Zhao Lichu's heart contracted suddenly, and he didn't feel the slightest pain when his nails were embedded in the flesh.

"Hmm." She nodded stiffly.

Song Shixu didn't say anything more, hugged the stiff body in his arms, turned up, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Close your eyes." ”

Zhao Lichu closed his eyes, and the hand holding the brocade quilt became more and more forceful.

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I don't know how long it took for the room to be calm again.

Seeing him walk to the other side of the screen, Zhao Lichu was lying alone in the bed with a gloomy expression.

Their bed is only separated by a screen, she has been married to him for more than three years, but she has never slept on the same bed, who to tell about this, I'm afraid outsiders will not believe it.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Song Shixu went to take a bath, and she lay on the couch, staring at the bed curtain in a daze.

I can't help but think of the scene when she first met Song Shixu.

Originally, she was able to marry into the Hou Mansion as a small official and concubine, but she was Gao Pan.

But in that year, Song Shixuan suddenly became critically ill, and he was hung by the imperial doctor with a thousand-year-old ginseng with only one breath left, and he was about to lose his breath.

When the emperor heard the news, he immediately sent people to find the world's famous doctors, but the results were not satisfactory, just when Princess Pingning collapsed, an immortal who lived in seclusion in the mountains came to the Hou Mansion.

The immortals said that the strange illness of the Song Dynasty needed a person who was happy to marry into the Hou Mansion to barely suppress it.

Where can Princess Pingning withstand the scare, even if she wants to find a woman who can marry Song Shixu.

But as far as the eye can see, the princes and nobles are all hiding far away, and no one wants their daughter to become a widow as soon as she marries into the Hou Mansion.

There is no way, Song Shixu's life hangs by a thread, and Princess Pingning can only lower her requirements.

So after searching around, Princess Pingning set her sights on her father, although her father was a sesame petty official, but he also belonged to the Beijing official.

And under the pressure of Princess Pingning and the emperor, her father could only nod and agree.

Originally, it was not her turn to marry into the Hou Mansion, but when her sister-in-law heard that she was going to marry a Hou Ye who would die at any time, she cried and cried to seek death.

Her father had no choice but to allow her sister-in-law.

The identity of this flush naturally fell on her head.

When Princess Pingning heard that she was a concubine who wanted to enter the Hou Mansion as her wife, she was unwilling, but Song Shixu couldn't afford to wait, so Princess Pingning had to grit her teeth and nod in agreement.

In this marriage, no one cared about her feelings from beginning to end, and no one asked her wishes, and she had no choice at all.

Thinking about it, Zhao Lichu pursed her lips tightly, trying not to recall the past.

She took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

Now that she has married into the Hou Mansion, she will do everything she should do.