Chapter 1055 Affection

Amid the sound of the night watch, Jiang Xue looked at the incomplete relief of "Waiting for Your Return" on the eaves, and vaguely saw the snow-feathered golden eyes circling on the mountain road of Zhaoti Temple.

"We have been together through life and death for twelve years. We have long surpassed the relationship between master and servant. The other day I saw her staring at the snacks Jiang Xiaoan sent her in a daze;

I was surprised to realize that she is also a woman of flesh and blood. Qingfeng had given her too deep feelings before, so it is normal for her not to easily try the relationship between men and women again. "

"The boy from the Jiang family may seem carefree, but he actually values ​​friendship. If Fu Dong can let go of his knot and accept a new relationship, then it will be fine."

Xiao Zhan gently stroked her bulging belly: "Back then, I chased you from the northern border to the southern border, and Xiao An inherited my stubborn personality."

"But I'm afraid he will eventually hold a grudge against Fudong's past."

"True love can withstand any test."

He lifted his wife's chin and said, "Just like you accepted me when I was poisoned, Fudong deserves to be loved completely."

Jiang Xue buried her face in the crook of his neck: "But I'm afraid..."

"Shh!"

Xiao Zhan suddenly picked her up and said, "How about using the mutton-fat jade pillow I got last month to listen to Six Records of a Floating Life?"

"Another storybook."

She scolded him but held his neck tightly: "Why don't you tell me about the time you broke into the enemy camp at night when you were sixteen?"

As the candlelight flickered, Xiao Zhan told Jiang Xue about his thrilling past. Jiang Xue fell asleep while listening, and in her dream she saw her daughter's smiling face as she flew a kite in the spring.

"What will it take to calm down?"

Jiang Xue turned around and put her arms around the man's neck, her fingertips lightly touching his red lips as her eyes flickered.

Xiao Zhan understood and lowered his head. His gentle and caressing kiss was like the first melting of spring snow, full of care and love.

"Yun Che, say I'm your little fox."

"Naturally my little fox."

Xiao Zhan chuckled and brushed her hot earlobe with his fingertips.

It's more than just a fox, it's clearly a little devil that can capture his mind.

Fu Dong was just about to undress and go to bed, but the familiar sound of footsteps under the eaves made her pause.

Why did Jiang Xiaoan come to visit in the middle of the night? Before he could think about it, a knock on the door broke the silence: "Fudong, I have something important to discuss with you."

The fingers under the brocade quilt curled up, but she didn't get up after all.

Since he has decided to distance himself from her, he should not give her any hope. The person outside the door could not hear a response but refused to give up: "You have always been a light sleeper, stop pretending to be asleep."

Fu Dong took out the cotton wool from under the pillow and stuffed it into his ears, then curled up in the quilt.

With such cold treatment, no matter how persistent you are, you should give up. Unexpectedly, a muffled voice still penetrated the barrier: "I specially found the Hundred Flowers Wine you love, are you really not going to taste it?"

The figure in the middle turned over in annoyance. How could this person not know how to advance or retreat?

He was standing outside her room at midnight with a jar of wine in his arms. If he was seen by the night watchman, he would have no way of explaining himself.

"If you don't open the door, I'll sit here and talk until dawn."

“…”

Looking at the motionless door bolt, Jiang Xiaoan stroked the wine jar thoughtfully.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the half-open window, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

The carved wooden door opened, and the night breeze, carrying the fragrance of lily of the valley, filled Jiang Xiaoan's heart.

He shook the celadon wine jar in his hand, and the amber liquid glowed faintly under the moonlight. "I heard that someone has been talking about the newly opened osmanthus wine in the wine shop in the west of the city for half a month."

Fu Dong's knuckles turned white as she gripped the door frame. The lanterns under the eaves cast flickering shadows in her eyes.

"If the whole city is filled with the absurd words of the Jiang family's son tomorrow, I will settle the old accounts of your breaking into the Dali Temple at night..."

"By then, the whole capital will know that Jiang's weak spot is this jujube wood door in the west wing."

Jiang Xiaoan leaned against the door frame and chuckled, his fingertips lightly touching the crooked silver hairpin in her hair: "I haven't seen you for half a month on duty, and you can't even comb your hair?"

The flickering candlelight reflected the figures of the two people sitting opposite each other, and also reflected the affection flickering in each other's eyes.

…

The diamond-shaped mirror reflected Feng Ziqing's trembling fingertips, and the verdigris spots were just like her incomplete life.

Once upon a time, the rustling sound of the Nine-Phoenix Golden Hairpins across the phoenix robe could make the six palaces hold their breath, but now all that is left is the sound of the Zen temple's bell that makes people feel old.

"My Queen!" Zhuier held the half-worn copper basin, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

The broken mirrors on the blue bricks reflected countless distorted faces, just like the appearance of Jiang Xue walking out of the sea of ​​fire on the night of the Cining Palace fire.

Feng Ziqing suddenly giggled and dug her nails with red paint into her palms.

Amid the scent of sandalwood, she seemed to see Xiao Zhan kneeling at the foot of the altar, holding the phoenix seal and presenting it to his enemy.

The candlelight in the Cining Palace cast dancing shadows on the bronze mirror. Feng Ziqing looked at herself in the mirror with disheveled hair, and suddenly threw the jade comb heavily to the ground.

The hollow carved boxwood shattered with a sound, startling the birds perched outside the window and causing them to fly away.

Zhuier stood in the shadow of the corridor column with his head lowered, the celadon teacup feeling slightly warm in his palm.

She recalled that when she first entered the palace fifteen years ago, this master was the most beautiful peony in the six palaces, but now there was only resentment growing wildly in the fragrance of medicine that filled the whole palace.

"You slut!"

Feng Ziqing turned around abruptly, and the golden armor scratched across the sandalwood table, making a harsh sound: "Are you also laughing at me?"

The fine lines at the corners of the eyes became deeper as the face twitched, covering the once stunning face like spider webs.

The little maid knelt down hurriedly, the coldness of the brick seeping through her skirt to her knees: "I dare not do that."

In the smoke rising from the gilded incense burner, she caught a glimpse of the new white hair on the empress dowager's temples - this most noble woman in the deep palace could not be trapped by the years after all.

"Don't dare?"

Feng Ziqing forced a cold laugh from his throat: "Now even the gate guards dare to use Xiao Zhan to pressure me. Why don't you tell me why the Prime Minister only protects you?"

She suddenly leaned over and pinched Zhuier's jaw: "Could it be that you are relying on your beauty..."

"Your Majesty, please understand!"

Zhuier endured the pain and raised her face: "The Prime Minister only has Her Royal Highness the Princess in his heart. He just asked me to make some plum blossom cakes and send them to him the other day."

The tea spilled from the porcelain cup meandered into a stream on the green bricks, reflecting the half moon outside the window.

Feng Ziqing staggered and loosened his hand. The red gold armor left several deep scratches on the table: "Jiang Xue, it's Jiang Xue again!"

She threw the bronze mirror fiercely towards the gauze curtain: "Why can she enjoy all the blessings in the world? The late emperor favored her, important ministers were infatuated with her, even Lan Feng..."

The hoarse curse came to an abrupt end, and the night wind suddenly poured into the inner hall.

Zhuier took one last look back as he retreated. The bright yellow phoenix robe was curled up in the mess on the ground, like a ball of withered flowers knocked down by rain.

When the clepsydra points to midnight, the pearl curtain moves automatically without wind.

Feng Ziqing was about to call for help when she suddenly heard a chuckle from the beam: "Why is your Majesty arguing with the mirror?"

The voice seemed far and near, as if it came from underground: "The person you hate is now in high spirits, but you are left here withering away alone. Are you willing to accept this?"

"Playing tricks!"

Feng Ziqing grabbed the candlestick, and the flame cast a distorted shadow on the wall: "Get out here!"

"I can help you regain the Phoenix Seal."

A half-dead leaf floated down from the sky, and its veins actually oozed scarlet red: "As long as you are willing to give up this broken body."

Before he finished speaking, the footsteps of the night watch guards came closer and closer, and the hall returned to silence, with only broken porcelain on the ground reflecting the frosty moonlight.

"How can I trust you if you don't even dare to show your true face?"

Suddenly, a white shadow fell from the eaves, and the glazed palace lanterns shook suddenly.