Self-harm and pity
Ordinary people are not allowed to set foot in the red lotus pond of Feng'en Temple.
Unfortunately, everyone in the temple knew that Xiao Bo was the abbot's only son in the secular world, so they agreed to let him go.
Xiao Bo collected lotus dew and chose a dark and cool night. He watched over Pei Zhaoying until she fell asleep and informed the maids before setting off.
Xiao Bo smiled faintly and said, "I'm out on an errand for Your Highness. If I can't come back tomorrow and can't serve Your Highness, I hope Your Highness will forgive me."
"No, why would Your Highness bother with the Prince Consort? The Prince Consort should not work too hard." Qiluo knew that Xiao Bo was busy running around and condescending to take on a lot of their chores, so she could only feel grateful.
Qiluo was a perceptive person and understood what Xiao Bo meant - if Xiao Bo was not around tomorrow, she would tell Pei Zhaoying about his hard work.
Only then did Xiao Bo rush to Feng'en Temple with satisfaction.
Summer has not yet arrived, and the lotus flowers are curled up in their centers. It will take some time before they bloom. Many pilgrims who come to worship at this time count the progress of the flowers blooming every day, wanting to see the beauty of the red lotus flowers blooming like fiery flames.
The lotus leaves are broad and spread out, warm during the day and cool as water at night. A small layer of dense and transparent hairs on the leaves holds the dewdrops that appear, and can be used as medicine or tea, which is wonderful.
The mud at the bottom must be fertile enough for the lotus to grow well and bloom beautifully, but unfortunately Xiao Bo is a mysophobia.
Xiao Bo waded into the water, and his knees subconsciously bent when they were soaked by the cold pond water. He was not afraid of the cold, but he felt very irritated after his calves were submerged in the mud.
For the sake of Pei Zhaoying, and also to plot against the person he had been jealous of for a long time, Xiao Bo endured it.
Carefully, using the moonlight, he used an unsoaked brush to sweep away the lotus dew and put it into a cowhide water bag used for marching.
The red lotus leaves in the center of the pond are the most dense, and there is so much lotus dew that it slides down and reflects in the moonlight, emitting a clear glow.
Xiao Bo took small steps into the deep water of the pond.
Most of the people were immersed in water. It was past midnight, and the cold was at its worst.
The coldness rushed into Xiao Bo's lungs, causing him to cough a few times.
The clothes were soaked with water and dragged him down heavily, causing his knees to creak.
Xiao Bo didn't care.
When he finally finished collecting the dew and climbed ashore, there was not a single dry piece of clothing on his body, and his calves were covered in dirty mud. It happened that the sun was rising, and the warm light shone on him, but the wind blowing in his face was cold and without any temperature.
Xiao Bo shivered unconsciously after experiencing alternating temperatures of hot and cold.
He touched his forehead and found it had warmed up as he expected, and he smiled with satisfaction.
Pei Zhaoying had no official duties and usually slept until noon.
Thanks to Xiao Bo's care, I became lazy again and suddenly liked to stay in bed like when I was a child.
Qiluo called her several times in the morning but she didn't respond. Finally, she was woken up in a daze by Qiluo and the little maids to wash up and have dinner.
Something is not right today.
Qiluo and other women were not strong enough and had a hard time.
Missing a strong man... When Xiao Bo was here, he could easily move Pei Zhaoying from the bed to the wheelchair by himself.
Pei Zhaoying wanted to ask where Xiao Bo was going.
But she is thin-skinned.
The first thing she did when she opened her eyes was to ask where her man had gone. It seemed a bit too clingy, as if she couldn't live without him.
Remembering that Xiao Bo had said her handwriting was ugly, Pei Zhaoying signaled Qiluo to prepare pen and ink for her to practice calligraphy.
When he was absent-minded, his handwriting became uglier and uglier, and Pei Zhaoying finally put down his pen because he couldn't bear to look at it.
God is unfair. He made Xiao Boren so handsome and his handwriting so beautiful.
It’s like all the good things are generously given to this person.
The weather is good today. The main house where Pei Zhaoying is sitting faces south, and there is a breeze blowing through the hallway, which makes it neither too cold nor too hot, and Chaoyun feels comfortable.
Pei Zhaoying looked up at the sky and couldn't help but think of a poem -
I look at the sky in the morning and the clouds in the evening. I miss you when I walk and when I sit.
She crumpled up the waste paper, unfolded it, smoothed it out, and crumpled it up again. She repeated this three or four times, and finally had to admit that she did miss Xiao Bo a little.
She threw the waste paper ball away angrily. Xiao Bo, even if he was busy with other things, could he not say hello to her?
Is he back at the Dali Temple? Or is he in his own bedroom?
Pei Zhaoying's voice was able to speak a little, so he had to speak as little as possible. So he wrote down what he wanted to ask and showed it to Qiluo -
"Where is the prince consort?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, the Prince Consort is in his own room. Perhaps he is tired from doing errands for Your Highness and has not yet risen."
Pei Zhaoying drank the lotus dew today and was keenly aware that the taste had changed, becoming more bitter, but it immediately relieved the sore throat and the effect was much faster than before.
Pei Zhaoying wrote again - "The taste is different."
After finding a way to take credit for Xiao Bo's work, Qiluo elaborated:
"The lotus dew your highness has been drinking lately was personally swept by your husband from the red lotus pond at Feng'en Temple at night, drop by drop! Your highness didn't see it, but your husband was busy until this morning. He didn't sleep all night, and he crawled back soaking wet like a water ghost! He caught a cold and fell down!"
Pei Zhaoying was shocked.
He let go of the pen and let the ink from the tip spread and stain a piece of paper.
Xiao Bo, have you done this for her...
Collecting dew late at night was already tiring, and he also soaked in cold water...
Pei Zhaoying came back to her senses, anxiously running around, not knowing what he was gesturing at, and anxiously wanted to see how Xiao Bo was doing.
Fortunately, Qiluo understood what she meant and pushed her to Xiao Bo's bedroom.
Fortunately, we all live in the same yard and are only a few steps away from each other.
Pei Zhaoying's heart was beating wildly.
In fact, the doctor from the mansion had come to see her twice in the morning, but Pei Zhaoying was sleeping so soundly that she didn't notice anything wrong.
Xiao Bo lay on the bed, his cheeks burning like peach blossoms.
Pei Zhaoying reached out and covered his face.
His palms began to burn with his heat.
At first she couldn't believe that it was Xiao Bo lying there.
Since they met, she was always poisoned or injured, and whenever she opened her eyes, she would see Xiao Bo waiting by her bedside.
She even got used to every unexpected event that happened.
Because Xiao Bo will always be there to support her and never abandon her, so as long as she gets hurt and turns back, she will still have Xiao Bo to rely on.
Pei Zhaoying gestured for the servants to prepare a basin of water and a towel, and imagined that she would wipe Xiao Bo's face and body just like he had done to her.
She enjoyed the sense of security Xiao Bo gave her so much that she really regarded Xiao Bo as an invulnerable god. For the first time, she ridiculously realized that Xiao Bo was just an ordinary person who could get hurt, get sick, and need care from others, and he was not just playing the role of a guardian.
This is her husband-in-law, how could he be in trouble?
Pei Zhaoying wiped Xiao Bo's face with rough hands and feet, and wanted to wipe his body. She pulled open Xiao Bo's collar and found that his chest was red due to the fever. He felt so uncomfortable that he rubbed it twice with a handkerchief.
Qiluo couldn't bear to see her lost and heartbroken, so she advised:
"Your Highness, there are servants who wipe the Prince Consort's body every once in a while. The typhoid medicine prescribed by the doctor has also been given to the Prince Consort. He is well taken care of. Your Highness, there is no need to be sad."
Pei Zhaoying was indeed very sad. She ignored Qiluo's consolation and wiped Xiao Bo's face and chest several times until the cold water in the basin turned hot. Then she threw the handkerchief back into the copper basin and stared at the splashing water in a daze.
It was particularly sad to find out that Xiao Bo was not invulnerable to swords and guns, or immune to water and fire.
Just like people can always enjoy the protection of God with peace of mind.
But what if there is a mortal who is brave only for another person?
Pei Zhaoying recalled every day they spent together at the mansion, her head lowered lower, feeling guilty for her daily neglect of Xiao Bo.
She wanted to hold Xiao Bo's hand, and Xiao Bo would do the same if she were lying on the bed.
But when she touched Xiao Bo's hot fingertips, Pei Zhaoying felt ashamed and wanted to withdraw her hand, hesitating.
“You’re here…”
Xiao Bo's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes a little, seeing the rough shadow of Pei Zhaoying. Then he pried up his eyelids and clasped her hand with his backhand to prevent her from retreating.
His palm could completely cover her hand, and there were calluses on it, which made Pei Zhaoying tremble strangely.
So hot.
Pei Zhaoying was about to burn with him.
There was a fire that used only the two of them as fuel, burning desperately and setting them both on fire.
It was inconvenient to write, so Pei Zhaoying asked in a breathy voice:
"Why--"
Xiao Bo smiled at her with a dazed look in his eyes: "Didn't I say it before? As long as it's for the good of Your Highness, I'm willing to do it."
This is the truth.
He admitted that as they interacted with each other day by day, greed grew.
Something suddenly exploded in Pei Zhaoying's head, and the nerve called love, which had been delayed for many years, awakened and conveyed to her the love of the world.
Qiluo tactfully led the maids to retreat to the door of the room, giving the two of them space to be alone. She felt that her prince could entrust his life to such a man, and he would finally have someone to rely on for the rest of his life.
Pei Zhaoying bit her lip lightly, at a loss, her eyes never leaving Xiao Bo's face.
He is so handsome.
Especially at this moment, like a spring flower with broken petals.
When Pei Zhaoying saw this, she felt upset and always wanted to keep him under control.
His collar was still loose, revealing a large area of skin.
Pei Zhaoying shyly tried to straighten his clothes, but he refused to let go, stubbornly demanding an answer:
"Have I made my feelings clear?"
Pei Zhaoying nodded.
Xiao Bo must have liked her a little.
Having said that, and considering he has done so much for her, even a fool should come to his senses.
Pei Zhaoying had never been in love with anyone, and she did not have the opportunity to stay married like other girls, worry-free. She was busy with matters related to bloody events.
She thought she would have to trudge silently on the road alone, but Xiao Bo appeared, walked side by side with her, and tied her tightly to this world with the promise of marriage. It seemed that she could repeat her parents' happiness.
She lacked experience in dealing with the situation and stared at Xiao Bo blankly, not knowing what to say.
Xiao Bo didn't force her, because he knew he was the one who was acting too hastily.
It was he who first broke the boundaries of their cooperation.
Because the longer he lived in this mansion with her, the more he became fascinated by the warmth that Pei Zhaoying brought.
She is born with the love of many people, and is generous in showing kindness to others. She shines constantly and persistently.
Everything in the world yearns for light.
What Pei Zhaoying gives to others makes Xiao Bo jealous, but what she gives to him makes him addicted.
Therefore, even though he was not worthy of the best girl in the world, after struggling for two lifetimes, Xiao Bo wanted to reveal his feelings once, even if it was despicable, even if he took advantage of her kindness.
He took Pei Zhaoying's hand and placed it on his chest, letting her feel his warm heart:
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine soon."
"Then you promise."
"I promise that within three days, I will be back to normal."
Pei Zhaoying smiled with relief.
The beating of his heart seemed about to break free from the constraints of flesh and jump into the palm of her hand.
——Can I give you this heart?
Xiao Bo wanted to ask her this.
The desire in his eyes has gradually turned into paranoid madness.
However, now is not the time, I can't scare her...
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