Chapter 113 The door of Yongning Palace was closed for three days. Apart from serving food and calling for water, there was no movement. …

The door of Yongning Palace was closed for three days, and apart from the serving of food and water, there was no movement at all.

Wu Qining slept with Song Shiwei for three days. No matter day or night, he would bother her as long as she was awake.

Song Shiwei was weak and could not withstand too many times, so she adopted the method of small amounts and frequent use.

Seeing that Song Shiwei was a little tired, she held her and let her rest. When she was a little more energetic, she pressed her down until she fell asleep again from tiredness.

She led Song Shiwei through the entire Yongning Palace. Three days later, the palace door was opened, and the palace was wet as if there was a flood.

The embarrassed Song Shiwei slapped her on the neck, left her behind, and went to the morning court in the sedan chair.

Under the shaking sedan chair, Song Shiwei leaned on the soft pillow tiredly, rubbing her aching waist. It was midsummer, but she was wrapped up very tightly, with a brand new scarlet official robe draped over her body, and the high collar covered her neck completely.

There was no way, she had to go to the court in the morning, and the child was born in the year of the dog, so she would bite everywhere. Perhaps considering that she still had to go to the court, this was the lightest part of her body.

She felt like she was about to fall apart. She felt sore everywhere.

That child is really...

He raised his arm slightly, and his official robe slipped off lightly. Song Shiwei looked at the marks on his arm, turned his head away, and his face became hot again.

Seeing this, she recalled the scenes in Yongning Palace. How could that child be so energetic? As soon as he saw her, he had endless energy. He looked at her like a dog looking at a bone, wishing he could swallow her up.

She had never felt that three days lasted so long. It was even more unbearable than the torture she had suffered in her previous life.

The curtain was lifted from time to time, and Song Lin, who was guarding beside him and saw Song Shiwei again after three days, was a little confused.

Before going to court, the Grand Tutor would usually ask her about the situation in the court in advance in case of emergency.

Why is it so quiet today?

"Sir, are you feeling unwell somewhere?" She observed her for a long time and spoke slowly.

Song Shi was stunned for a moment, smiled helplessly at Song Lin, told her not to worry, and silently pointed to his throat.

"What has your majesty done? You almost poisoned me and made me mute!" Song Lin shouted in shock.

"You must ask me to call the imperial physician." Although she saw everything that happened during those days and felt that His Majesty would not harm the Imperial Tutor, the Imperial Tutor's health was still more important.

The master is prone to fever when it is cold, and heatstroke when it is hot. He will catch a cold if he is not careful, so it is normal for him to take a prescription every day. Jin Gui is very fragile, and she has always taken care of him carefully, so she knows it best.

Don't let the cold come when the seasons change, or you'll suffer again.

Song Shiwei pursed her lips, she couldn't tell the reason anyway. She just glanced at her sideways and met her clear eyes with a little worry from a distance.

She seemed to have forgotten that her subordinate was not yet married and probably didn't know much about these things.

"Nothing, don't worry, go down." A hoarse voice came out of her mouth. After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

What is going on?

Song Lin blinked, and seemed to realize that the tutor was going to get married these three days, not on a private visit.

She immediately covered her open mouth, calming the turbulent waves in her heart. She had always thought that since her master was so strong, older, and the Imperial Master, she was the one...

In the solemn and dignified court, Song Shiwei stood at the head of all officials as usual, with a slightly raised brow on his cold face, but his straight back relaxed a little and slumped down. However, under the wide official robe, no one noticed.

Wu Qining went to the morning court in high spirits, and rarely showed his emotions, he curved his eyes and smiled at the ministers below. He seemed to be in a very good mood.

After dealing with the accumulated government affairs, she was afraid that the Grand Tutor's legs would be too weak to stand, and seeing that there was nothing important to deal with in the court, she withdrew from the court.

After the court session, he immediately summoned the imperial physician to check Song Shiwei's pulse.

Although she had consulted the imperial physician before and made preparations in advance, when she thought about it carefully, she still felt that she had gone too far. Doing it so frequently... She was afraid that it would be harmful to the health of the tutor, so it would be safer to summon the imperial physician.

The withered hand was placed on Song Shiwei's wrist. Wu Qining held his breath, with a rare look of panic on his face.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had tortured the Grand Tutor too much. Although it was midsummer, she wrapped up everyone in Yongning Palace with blankets.

Whenever her body felt a little cold, she would warm it with her palms. She fed her the medicine once a day. But she had been naked for three days, and she had teased her several times in the bathtub, wondering if she would catch a cold.

The imperial physician glanced at Song Shiwei, who was calm and expressionless, and then glanced at Wu Qining, who looked nervous.

She put down her old hand, looked into Wu Qining's bright and anxious eyes, opened her mouth, and uttered a word with difficulty.

"There's nothing wrong with the Master's health, but his pulse is a little weak, showing signs of liver and kidney deficiency." She paused for a moment, looked at the two people's suddenly red faces, and continued as if nothing had happened.

"It is human nature to have affairs in the boudoir. Your Majesty is young and energetic, but you still need to exercise moderation. Do not indulge in pleasure too much, or it may damage your foundation."

Wu Qining nodded proudly, and when she saw the bowl of black medicine prescribed by the imperial physician in Song Shiwei's hand, her expression became even more ashamed.

After Song Shiwei drank it all in one gulp with a normal expression, she held Song Shiwei's slightly cold hand tightly, put her head on it, and asked dully:

"Master, is it painful? I should have stopped when you said no. Otherwise, you can hit me. I am willing to be punished."

"Silly." His fingers gently tapped her head, which she didn't know what she was thinking. Song Shiwei gently held her cheek and kissed the corner of her tight mouth.

"It's not bitter now, your Majesty's words are sweet."

Under the gentle smile, Wu Qining blushed and turned his face away.

Even though she had done it so many times, she still couldn't stand the way the Master looked. His gentle and soft eyes fell on her lightly, without blame or indifference, but with an open-minded tolerance.

It seemed that no matter what she did to her, no matter what heinous mistake she made, she could forgive her and she would stand in front and bear the consequences for her.

Wu Qining sniffed, buried his head in her chest and sobbed.

"Master, why are you so good to me? So good that I am not afraid even if you cry and say you don't want me. I just want to do something stupid. So good that I want to take out my whole heart and show it to you. See how much I like you and how much I love you."

"Master, my lady, Shi Wei, I like you so much. I like you so much that even if you stab a knife into my heart, I will still take out my heart and show it to you with a smile."

"That's Wu Qining's heart, it's red and beating. Even though it's about to stop, it keeps saying: I love you, I love you, I love you so much. Can you touch it?"

"You're talking nonsense again." He tapped Wu Qining's head heavily with his bony fingers. Then, fearing that she would feel pain, he leaned forward and kissed her again and again.

"If you chant along with me, Your Majesty will surely live a hundred years and stay with me forever."

After being bombarded by Wu Qining's series of confessions, Song Shiwei's eyes became more gentle, sprinkling on Wu Qining like water.

The slightly cool fingers fell on her brows, and the fingertips slowly moved along the curve of the brow bone. They slid down along the bridge of her nose, and then carefully traced the ends of her eyes. Finally, they fell on her lips that were raised happily. She carefully traced the eyebrows of her beloved.

Then she placed a gentle kiss through her fingers.

Maybe it was because she was much older than Wu Qining, and their ideas and concepts were very different. That child's mind was fast and jumpy. Sometimes her head was full of bad ideas, and she didn't know where she learned them from. And she used them on her.

She was young and full of energy. She was lively and always held her in her arms and talked nonstop. She was also a little willful, especially after dealing with those powerful families.

She had all these qualities that she, as the Grand Tutor, would not allow to appear in the emperor. But she could not bear to punish or scold him, and even secretly indulged him.

Because she is not a cold statue enshrined on a altar, nor is she a saint without emotions who only wants to save all living beings.

She is not only the supreme emperor of the dynasty whose virtue cannot be flawed, she is also her disciples, her children, and her wife.

He is a lively and noisy child. He is a child that she has placed on the tip of her heart without knowing when, and is willing to pamper and protect. He is the sweetheart that she has placed gently in her heart.

She had a vigorous vitality. Even though she was born in the dark without sunlight or rain, she grew up crookedly. Every time she was planning something evil, the vitality that inadvertently revealed in her eyes made her calm eyes tremble.

She would act coquettishly towards her, play tricks on her, plot against her secretly, and hover between her and the people from the aristocratic families... Her every move was remembered by Song Shiwei when she herself was still unaware of it.

I don't know if I have ever mentioned it to her, but the small mole at the corner of her right eye has been bothering her deeply for some time.

At that time, she always felt that the blush flickered in front of her eyes, just like a candle swaying in the cold wind, flickering in her narrow and cold eyes.

It made her feel very uncomfortable. She wanted to hold down her shaking cheeks and rub them heavily with her fingertips to destroy and erase them.

"Because Your Majesty deserves my kindness to You. Your Majesty is a very good child." Song Shiwei leaned over and kissed her red earlobe, speaking word by word.

She is not like Wu Qining, who has a lot of love words, but she can analyze her own heart and slowly express her feelings for her.

"I like to see your majesty laugh. Whether it's a wanton and ostentatious laugh, a willful laugh, or even a wicked laugh that's playing tricks on me on the bed, I am happy."

"So, Your Majesty, never show this expression. Your Majesty is the most honorable emperor of the dynasty. You just need to smile recklessly and keep your head held high and walk forward. I will be behind you as a subject, as a tutor, and as your wife, watching over you, protecting you, and loving you."