Chapter 56: It turns out that I am worse than a slave
Song Huaixi shrank back and retreated inside.
A pair of straight and slender legs were tightly closed, and the knees were bent to hug herself.
Pulling the quilt aside, Song Huaixi said with twinkling eyes: "I'm going to sleep..."
Glancing at his slightly red cheek, Zhao Fangye looked at him with the ointment in his hand.
I know he is embarrassed.
Her heart softened, she sat down on the bed, looked at him and said softly: "You and I are husband and wife, Huaixi, don't be shy."
Holding the quilt, Song Huaixi bit her lips. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. He was not used to the room being so bright and it felt very strange.
He stammered, "Well...well...actually I'm not in much pain."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Huaixi buried his head.
This was the first time he lied to Zhao Fangye.
Of course Zhao Fangye knew that he was lying, and there was helplessness in his eyes. I didn't expect him to be so resistant to taking medicine. Even though we have done the most intimate things, now I am resisting this kind of thing.
He shook his head and laughed. I really can't understand my little fool's mind.
"Be good, it will hurt if you don't apply medicine." Zhao Fangye approached him with the ointment and coaxed him gently.
Song Huaixi quickly shrank back, shaking his head like a rattle with a determined look on his face.
"Okay, since Huaixi doesn't like it, then I won't use it." Zhao Fangye placed the ointment on the small carved table in front of the bed.
He got up and extinguished the candles in the room, and left one lamp by the bed according to Song Huaixi's habit.
He got on the bed, opened the quilt, and patted the place beside him. Zhao Fangye said with a smile: "Why are you still standing there? Didn't you say you were sleepy?"
Seeing that he really wasn't going to apply medicine to her, Song Huaixi relaxed her guard and happily crawled over from the corner of the bed.
She lay down next to Zhao Fangye, raised his arms, and snuggled into Zhao Fangye's arms, looking very comfortable.
She raised her head and pecked Zhao Fangye on the lips: "It's time to go to sleep."
Reaching out and patting his back, Zhao Fangye said lazily, "Well, go to sleep."
Holding Zhao Fangye, Song Huaixi contentedly rested her head on his chest and slowly closed her eyes.
Half an hour later, Zhao Fangye opened his eyes in the darkness.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Song Huaixi's peaceful sleeping face under the dim candlelight. He stretched out his long arms from the bed curtains and picked up the ointment that had been placed on the small table.
He took some with his fingers and lifted the quilt.
There was a fireplace in the hall, so it wouldn't matter if the quilt was lifted for a while.
Zhao Fangye's movements were meticulous and his expression was serious. He applied medicine to him while paying attention to Song Huaixi's expression.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that he showed no signs of waking up.
After applying the medicine, Zhao Fangye wiped his fingertips clean with a handkerchief, then hugged Song Huaixi and went to sleep again.
She touched the top of his head, her eyes full of pity.
Men are different from women. If they are not careful, they will suffer when they are old. Song Huaixi didn't understand but he always cared about it.
I asked someone to prepare the ointment early in the morning just to deal with the current situation.
Closing his eyes, Zhao Fangye gradually fell asleep listening to his long breathing.
The night is like water, and the soft moonlight falls on the earth.
In a corner of the dim palace, a young man in a brocade robe and with messy hair was wolfing down the pale yellow pastry in his hand.
The brocade robe he was wearing was extremely dirty, and the hair on his face was tangled together. Revealing a pair of vigilant eyes.
Like a vicious dog guarding its food.
A young eunuch, about eight or nine years old, squatted in front of him and pushed the cakes in his hand towards him: "Eat slowly, there are still a lot, don't be anxious, no one will snatch them from you."
The young eunuch looked ordinary, but his eyes were black and shiny. There is nothing impurity in his eyes.
Looking at him, there was sympathy in her eyes.
The young eunuch just entered the palace this year, and learned from his father-in-law's subordinates to run errands to various palaces and deliver things to the ladies.
The little boy who was eating voraciously in front of him was the one he met when he was delivering something to the Queen. The Queen is a very special existence in the palace.
The emperor had not visited Kunning Palace for a long time, but the empress in Kunning Palace was not neglected, and her food, clothing, housing and transportation were exactly the same as before.
Logically speaking, if a concubine in the palace does not receive the emperor's favor, her situation in the palace will be very difficult.
The young eunuch had only been in the palace for less than a few months so naturally he didn't know some of the palace's secrets. Normally, the Queen Mother would only ask for some paper, pens, Buddhist scriptures, and the like.
The father-in-law felt that he could not make any money, so he asked the eunuch to deliver the meals and items required by Kunning Palace.
The time he met Zhao Fangye was when he was delivering meals to Kunning Palace, and he was walking on the road with the food box. Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground by a black shadow that jumped out from the corner of the wall.
The food box in his hand fell, and the lotus root powder and sugar cake carefully made by the imperial kitchen scattered all over the floor. The little eunuch landed on his butt. It fell so hard that it seemed to be breaking apart.
Before I could see the person clearly, I saw the dark shadow quickly rush to the side, pick up the lotus root powder cake on the ground and stuff it into his mouth.
The cakes were mixed with dirt and dust on the ground, but the man didn't care at all and stuffed them into his mouth mechanically with an expressionless face.
The young eunuch was frightened by his posture and saw that the clothes he was wearing looked like they had not been changed for a long time. Kindly reminded: "Hey! You, that is dirty. Don't eat it!"
Unexpectedly, his voice did not dissuade the young man, but instead attracted the maid in the palace.
"What are you arguing about? The Queen is copying the Heart Sutra. Who dares to make a noise here?"
When the young man heard the voice, he ran away like the wind. The young eunuch was left standing there at a loss as to what to do.
The nanny came out and saw the food box had fallen to the ground, with the pastries broken into pieces. He immediately stepped forward and scolded: "How can you be a useless servant like you?"
The Queen rarely has an appetite. She wanted to eat the lotus root powder cake, but you knocked it over.
The young eunuch immediately stood up and knelt on the ground. Trembling: "Slave...slave didn't mean it...slave...slave..."
The young eunuch wanted to tell what had just happened, but the pitiful appearance of that man appeared in his mind. I swallowed the words back when they came to my lips.
"I deserve to die!" The little eunuch was still a child. He knew that he had caused trouble and knelt on the ground with a trembling voice.
The nanny was about to scold him, but a gentle voice said calmly, "It's just a spilled cake, it's not a big deal. It's just a child, let him go. I suddenly have no appetite."
The young eunuch looked up and saw a beautiful woman in plain clothes standing at the entrance of the palace. She exudes an otherworldly aura. Her face is not made up but still bright and beautiful.
The young eunuch had never seen such a beautiful person. All the concubines in the harem were not as pretty as her. Even the most favored Concubine Xiao only had some similarities with her in terms of eyebrows and eyes, but was far from being as pretty as her.
After a moment of shock, the young eunuch immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Queen, for your mercy! Thank you, Queen, for your mercy!"
In a corner where no one could see, the young man with dirty clothes clenched the pastry in his hand.
His eyes were red.
He didn't understand why the woman could easily forgive a little eunuch, who was of the same age as him.
But he treated his own son coldly and was full of resentment. I wish he would die immediately.
It turns out that I live even worse than a slave.
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