Zhang Hean's face was as cold as frost as he supported the drunk Li Qingxun and left.
When Li Qingxun woke up the next day, she felt a splitting headache. The hangover made her brain feel very uncomfortable. She pressed her temples irritably and shouted habitually: "Zhang Hean, I want to drink some hot water."
After shouting several times, there was no sound of Zhang Hean.
Instead, a clever maid came in with a cup of hot water and brought it to the bedside: "Your Majesty, the hot water is here."
Li Qingxun wondered: "Where is Zhang Hean?"
The maid lowered her head and answered in a low voice: "He sent you back to your room to rest last night, and then went back to the study alone."
Li Qingxun was confused.
In the past, the two of them always slept on the same bed and could see each other's faces in the morning. Today, the sun rose from the west, and Zhang Hean actually went to sleep in the study?
Li Qingxun has a carefree personality and didn't think much about it. He just thought that Zhang Hean was busy with something.
She finished her hot water and started to eat breakfast.
After a hearty meal, Li Qingxun sent people to count the troops and prepare to return to Nanchu tomorrow. When it was dark, Zhang Hean still did not show up, and Li Qingxun gradually realized that something was wrong.
She went to the study to find Zhang Hean.
In the study, Zhang Hean was wearing a crimson robe, with his black hair half tied up with a wooden hairpin. Under the bright candlelight, Zhang Hean was holding a brush and writing on rice paper.
The incense in the copper stove is elegant.
Li Qingxun leaned against the pillar of the study and felt that Zhang Hean was like a painting.
It is durable and good looking.
Li Qingxun cleared his throat and walked to the desk: "What are you busy with today?"
Zhang Hean paused in his writing and slowly raised his head. His obsidian black eyes concealed a sadness that Li Qingxun could not understand.
Li Qingxun's heart felt as if it was stabbed lightly by a knife.
She asked, "Don't look at me like that... Oh, what happened? Or did Qingguo force you to go back?"
Zhang Hean shook his head slowly.
He put down his brush and suddenly asked Li Qingxun in a very soft voice: "Ah Xun, are you tired of me?"
Li Qingxun was stunned.
She came close to Zhang Hean and wondered, "Stop talking nonsense. When did I get tired of you? Oh, Zhang Hean, don't look at me like that. It makes me look like a heartless person."
Zhang Hean lowered his eyes.
He looked very aggrieved and sad, like a poor man who risked his life for love but was cruelly abandoned by his true love.
Li Qingxun racked her brains and began to recall what she had done wrong in the past few days that caused Zhang Hean to have wild thoughts. After thinking about it, Li Qingxun suddenly remembered her memory of being drunk last night.
She was drunk and seemed to want to take the Emperor of Yue and the Emperor of Qing as her concubines...
Li Qingxun cursed secretly.
Drinking will cause trouble!
She held Zhang Hean's hand and tried to persuade him: "Don't think too much, I was just talking nonsense! How can you take what you say when you are drunk seriously? Besides, Tuoba Yu and Li Ang are both in their thirties, old and ugly. How can I like old bacon?"
Zhang Hean said: "I am also thirty-five this year."
Li Qingxun's head twitched. She really didn't know how to comfort a jealous man. She could only pull Zhang Hean's sleeve and said dryly, "That's not what I meant! Zhang Hean, be normal! Don't try to act pitiful. I won't fall for it."
Zhang Hean pulled open his sleeves: "Then go find a younger boy."
The tone sounded more like that of a complaining woman.
Li Qingxun:...
Li Qingxun couldn't think of a solution, so she simply grabbed Zhang Hean's collar and covered his mouth.
Zhang Hean put his arm around her waist and responded slowly.
Soon, the study became a battlefield, and the candles in the palace lanterns burned until late at night.
When a couple quarrels, they often make up at the foot of the bed. This saying has been true since ancient times.
On the way back to Nanchu the next day, Li Qingxun lay in the carriage with sore body, and Zhang Hean patiently massaged her waist and legs. Li Qingxun realized it later, and she raised her eyelids: "Were you pretending to be pitiful last night?"
Zhang Hean gave her a massage, hiding the smile on his face: "No."
The carriage continued south.
Zhang Hean held Li Qingxun's hand and whispered, "Xun, promise me that you will never leave me, okay?"
Li Qingxun narrowed his eyes: "It depends on fate. Maybe I will die before you."
...
Li Qingxun's casual words turned out to be a prophecy.
Soon after returning to Nanchu, Li Qingxun suddenly developed a serious illness. In her early years, she fought in the barbarian tribes and inhaled poisonous miasma in the mountains for many years. The toxins accumulated in her body and began to erupt after she turned 30.
Li Qingxun's health began to weaken.
Li Qingxun didn't really care about life and death. Everyone would die, and she was no exception.
Maybe she's lucky and can return to the modern era after her death.
After establishing Nanchu, Li Qingxun began to develop oil and other materials in Nanchu, trying to establish modern civilization in the feudal dynasty. Unfortunately, the productivity was too backward, and although she had modern knowledge, she couldn't even make the most common plastic bags.
Li Qingxun calmly prepared for his own funeral, but Zhang Hean's paranoia and madness began to show.
He couldn't accept Li Qingxun's departure, and he tried every means to save her.
Zhang Hean has tried all possible methods, including praying to gods and Buddhas, fortune-telling, and seeking immortals and medicine.
But Li Qingxun still gradually withered away.
She died of illness at the age of thirty-five.
The whole country mourns.
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