Chapter 293 I Love You
In the study, the ambergris that had not been lit for a long time was lit again because of Xiyue.
The crisp aroma of ambergris overflowed from the hollow dragon-shaped incense burner, curling over the bookshelves and hanging paintings.
Xiao Heng gently stroked the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the painting with his fingertips, and tiny lights floated in his eyes.
"Miaomiao, I have already adopted Yue'er to be the Queen's child. You always loved the Queen during your lifetime. I think you wouldn't object, right?"
"Actually, I'm reluctant to give Yue'er to someone else to raise, but I also can't bear to see her be without a mother for the rest of her life."
"I think... you should understand. Neither you nor I have a complete family relationship, and I don't want our daughter to repeat the same mistake."
"Besides..." Xiao Heng's eyes gradually turned red, and he forced a smile.
"I want to fulfill the wishes of my father and grandfather and recover the Three Kingdoms. Once my country is completely stable, I will take you to Lanyue, okay?"
I still remember that on the day of Yue'er's full moon, he said he would take her to Lanyue.
At that moment, her eyes lit up, full of anticipation.
He knew that she liked that country very much.
Then, he would take her to gallop across the grasslands, see the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, climb mountains and rivers, and enjoy the golden sunset.
"Miaomiao... This time I will be leading the army in person, and my return date is unpredictable. I don't know when it will be when I see you again in the palace."
"If it's faster, it could be half a month; if it's slower, it could be several months or even years. You must wait for me to come back."
He stroked the smile on the corner of the person in the painting until his eyes were burning, then he raised his eyes and hid the moisture in his eyes.
It's not that he had never been to the battlefield. When he was fighting for the throne, in order to make achievements, he personally led the soldiers, defeated the enemy thousands of miles away on the border, killed the generals and seized the flags, and stained his battle robe with blood. He almost died in battle several times. It was all his obsession with the throne and the desire to prove himself that made him hold on again and again.
But now... he is not afraid of anything. Even if he is covered with scars, even if he can only live for ten or twenty years, he is not afraid.
After he fulfilled his father's last wish, there was no meaning in living anymore, or perhaps... there was nothing left for him to be nostalgic about.
Yue'er will eventually get married, and the love of her life is gone. He is just a walking corpse while he is still alive.
And over there, is the Princess's Mansion.
It was already past midnight, but the hall was still brightly lit.
Dozens of glass lamps hung on the beams, illuminating the blue bricks.
He Yunzheng stood outside the hall, listening to the noisy music inside, his teeth clenched until they turned white. He raised his foot several times to enter, but finally forced himself to hold it back.
Inside the hall, Duan Rou was leaning on a soft couch covered with sable fur, holding a white jade wine chip between her fingertips and tapping it carelessly on the table.
The table was filled with glass cups, each filled with amber wine, which made the blush on her cheeks even more intense.
"Stop——" Duan Rou paused with her fingertips, and suddenly raised her eyes to look at the musician playing the flute in the hall.
"Mo Chengjun, come here!" Duan Rou hooked her finger, her voice lazily sounding a bit drunken.
Mo Chengjun put down the jade flute and walked slowly towards Duan Rou. His white clothes looked particularly clean in the candlelight in the room.
Duanrou hooked her fingertips around his belt and tugged gently, pulling him over to the edge of the couch.
Her eyebrows raised slightly, and the rouge at the corners of her eyes was even more radiant due to the smell of alcohol. "Just now, you played a tune wrong. What is the punishment?"
Mo Chengjun was fascinated by her words and said, "The princess has the final say. I am willing to accept any punishment you wish."
Duan Rou knocked on the table: "I will punish you... drink with me until dawn."
"Okay! I obey your order."
Mo Chengjun half-knelt beside the couch, reached out to take the wine jug on the table, filled Duan Rou's glass first, and then poured himself a glass.
He picked up the wine glass and said, "My humble servant, I will drink first as a token of my respect."
After saying this, he raised his head and finished.
Duan Rou, however, swirled her wine glass leisurely, and said calmly, "I...want you to feed me this personally."
When Mo Chengjun heard this, the smile at the corner of his eyes deepened. When he took the wine glass, his fingertips deliberately brushed across the back of Duan Rou's hand. Duan Rou remained indifferent, but it made him feel itchy.
Just as the wine was about to reach his mouth, a voice suddenly interrupted.
"stop!"
He Yunzheng strode into the hall, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it. He snatched the wine glass from Mo Chengjun's hand and slammed it on the table, and the wine splashed out immediately.
Duan Rou looked at He Yunzheng with drunken eyes. She was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "What? Guard He wants to get involved too?"
He Yunzheng looked at Duan Rou, his eyes filled with heartache and anger: "Princess, how disgraceful is this!"
Duan Rou stood up shakily, her steps unsteady, but she forced herself to maintain her composure. "He Yunzheng! Who are you to speak to me like that?"
He Yunzheng was speechless for a moment and stood there in a daze.
Yeah, who is he?
He is just a small guard. Why should he be in charge of the princess?
Duan Rou waved her hand, and all the musicians in the hall retreated with their instruments.
Afterwards, she filled the glass with wine again. When she was about to raise her hand to drink, He Yunzheng stepped forward, picked up the wine jug and poured a glass of wine.
"I'll drink with you!"
After saying this, he held the cup with both hands and drank it all.
After one glass, he placed the empty glass on the table and said as he poured the wine, "I can drink more than them."
After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp and continued to pour the wine: "If you want to hear an instrument, I will play it for you."
After another drink, his voice was hoarse from the alcohol: "If you want to have some fun, I can accompany you. I'm stronger than any of them."
Duanrou supported her chin and looked at him quietly, feeling a little amused.
How could he be drinking with me? He was clearly getting himself drunk.
He didn't even look up at himself and drank ten glasses of wine.
By the time he had picked up his tenth glass of wine, He Yunzheng's neck was burning, and even the tips of his ears were stained with a bright red. He gasped and said, "I..."
Duan Rou frowned and interrupted her, "He Yunzheng, what do you want to say?"
"I am pleased with you!"
As these words rang out, the hall instantly became quiet.
He Yunzheng, under the influence of alcohol, stared at her with a burning gaze, his chest heaving violently, and the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing.
Their eyes met, and each other's were filled with flickering candlelight.
After a long while, Duan Rou smiled softly, "He Yunzheng, do you know what you are talking about? You are talking nonsense when you are drunk."
"I know!" He Yunzheng's voice was extremely firm, and his eyes became more burning and deep.
"I'm not drunk! I'm the most sober tonight!"
He stared at Duan Rou deeply, and tears welled up in his red eyes.
He just looked at her like that, at his beloved woman, never thinking that one day he would be able to look at her so closely.
After a moment, he slowly spoke: "I have been attracted to the princess for over twelve years, and my love for her has never faded."
Duan Rou was suddenly startled.
"For the past twelve years, I have only been able to gaze silently at the princess's back. Even a single glance is enough to comfort my heart. I know that I am only a guard and unworthy of the princess. However, I have hidden this feeling for too long. If I do not express it, I am afraid it will become a lifelong regret."
Duanrou's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and the wine left shallow marks on the wall of the glass, just like her chaotic heartbeat at the moment.
She smiled sadly, with a soft light flowing in her eyes, which seemed to contain joy and sadness.
"He Yunzheng, why don't you keep these words hidden forever!?"
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