Ling Shumo felt a little dry in the mouth.
Ling Shumo couldn't help but think of the first time she met Lu Jinshu. Her impression of him was always that he was dignified and virtuous.
She actually didn't know that Lu Jinshu, hidden under her dignified appearance, was actually a naturally charming person.
The night fell completely.
Ling Shumo felt as if she had not stepped into the room of her servant. She felt as if she had come to a place of fireworks. The graceful dancers that Ling Shujiao gave her were no match for the hot and passionate Lu Jinshu.
This extreme sense of contrast made Ling Shumo feel very fresh.
A ridiculous night.
…
Xue Wu couldn't sleep tonight.
He was busy dealing with Ling Shumo every day and had not paid attention to his own heart for a long time.
He always had someone hidden in his heart, so when he served Ling Shumo, he was respectful and flattering, but also had a coldness ingrained in his bones.
Since marrying Ling Shumo, he has seen the Crown Princess every day.
Their bodies were already familiar to him, but Xue Wu didn't feel anything special psychologically.
Sometimes, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would feel his nose a little sour and an indescribable emptiness in his heart.
Ling Shumo found some rare and precious flowers for him in autumn, but what he was thinking about was the peach blossoms that Song Shiying picked and put in his hair.
There were many talented people in the Song Dynasty. She wrote with a majestic and powerful style, but she would also write love poems for him in small regular script with hairpin flowers.
Song Shiying said that she had only written love poems for him, and that piece of thin paper that carried their shameful memories was now hidden at the bottom of his wardrobe, in the compartment of a dirty and old purse.
If that thing were found, he would probably be drowned in a pond or burned to death.
He should have burned the paper to ashes long ago, but he seemed to be possessed by a ghost. Not only did he not throw away the paper that might kill him, he also brought the thing all the way to the capital.
Tonight, the Crown Princess went to the courtyard of the virtuous monarch (Lu Jinshu).
He also drove out all the servants in the room.
Xue Wu didn't dare to turn on the light. He groped in the dark and secretly opened the cabinet door like a thief.
Xue Wu took out the purse and gently placed it against his cheek.
In this cold and lonely palace, he felt warmth for the first time.
The kind of warmth that could kill him.
Xue Wu found a pair of scissors. He planned to cut the paper into pieces and then burn them in the incense burner.
But until the cold scissors were warmed by his hands, he still did nothing.
He couldn't bear to do it.
He really couldn't bear to do that.
He is now trapped in the East Palace and will never see Song Shiying again in this life. This thin piece of paper will be their only and last connection in this life.
Xue Wu put the scissors and purse back to their original places.
When he lay flat on the bed.
It was already dawn outside.
Everything is back in its place.
Nothing seems to have happened here.
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