Such fragile silk thread seems to be aging.
I don't think this is a big deal, but after all, the emperor is different from us ordinary people, so this kind of normal accident is naturally not allowed.
However, I don't think Song Heng is the type of person who would emit such a gloomy aura for something like this...
He simply looked down at the wooden handle in his hand, the silk thread hanging lightly on the ground. His crow-winged lashes cast shadows, his thin lips pursed lightly, and he said nothing.
It made me feel like he was completely isolated from the outside world.
"Your Majesty?" I called him softly.
He looked up, his eyes brightening, but the low pressure around him still existed. I hurriedly and carefully comforted him, "It's normal for the silk thread to age. The wind was a bit too strong just now."
"Shall I help Your Majesty fly another swallow?" Just as I was about to grab the swallow's kite, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm in the air: "No need."
But he looks unhappy! Could it be that he can't wait that long?
Even coaxing someone requires time. I was certain in my heart that I would simply press the handle of the eagle into his hand, move closer, and look up at him with a smile: "Then Your Majesty, please take my eagle! It's strong and won't fly away!"
He paused, and the moment he touched the handle, he suddenly opened his hand and covered my entire hand holding the handle: "Okay."
"Your Majesty..." I was a little surprised.
He held my hand even tighter and repeated my words like a slightly anxious child: "The eagle won't fly away, will it?"
I nodded in a daze. Based on my experience of flying it just now, its silk threads are all strong.
He seemed to be about to open his mouth to say something else, when suddenly a shadow fell, and with a "bang", the eagle's kite hit the jade crown on his head directly, and then its wings flapped my stunned face and slid to the ground.
In this situation, I should have pretended to ask His Majesty if he was hurt by such words, but I couldn't help but laughed out loud.
He gestured to Ah Fu, who had anxiously approached to inquire about the situation, to step back. He still held my hand, but with his other hand he dropped the handle of the Hibiscus Bird and touched my face: "Does it hurt?"
I felt that Song Heng was a little strange today, so I put away my smile and said seriously, "It's just a kite, it's nothing. Where's His Majesty?"
This was just a polite remark. I didn't think it was a big deal that the kite fell on my face. He just had his jade crown hit, so it was naturally no big deal.
But he actually pursed his lips and nodded at me: "It hurts."
I was stunned, and inexplicably felt that Song Heng's expression was saying "I'm still a baby, the baby is wronged"...
But when I met Song Heng's eyes, which were as deep as an inky lake and impossible to see clearly, I suddenly felt that the word "pain" I said before was just an illusion.
"Where does it hurt? Do you need to call the imperial physician?" I suppressed the confusion in my heart and cooperated seriously.
He didn't say anything, but suddenly grabbed my hand that was holding the handle tighter and pressed it against his left chest.
My slightly clenched fist felt his slight heartbeat through Haruhi's thin clothes, and I was completely stunned by it.
With his other hand, he slowly tucked the scattered hair behind my ear, and then said lightly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"I have a gift for you, let's go back."
I nodded, looking into his deep eyes with confusion and worry.
We didn't take a sedan chair. On the way back to Chenxiang Pavilion, he didn't say a word and I didn't speak either.
My mind was full of thoughts about what had happened to Song Heng just now. Did he ruin his fun just because the kite string broke? Could it be that there was a saying in Song Hua country that a broken kite string was a very bad omen?
When we returned to Chenxiang Pavilion, he had regained his usual gentle demeanor towards me. Ah Fu brought a dark blue brocade box with silver curved lines. Song Heng placed the box in front of me and asked, "Open it and take a look?"
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that he seemed alright. Seeing the various treasures he had been rewarded with that morning still spread out in the room, I said, "Your Majesty, you have already rewarded me with many jewels this morning."
"Those are for celebrating the concubines' birthdays," he paused, "and this is for celebrating Shuang'er's birthday."
The difference of two words made me think.
I pressed both ends of the spring lock, and as soon as the lock loosened, the lid of the brocade box popped out. The first thing that caught my eye was a letter with four beautiful vertical characters on it: "Shuang'er, personally written."
I was stunned and turned to look at Song Heng. He said to me calmly, "Lord Mu and Madam Zhuang are not able to come to the palace to see you. This is a letter from Madam Zhuang to you."
"If you still miss home, I..."
I subconsciously lost my composure and interrupted him, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I am very happy."
Because I am so grateful and so touched.
Looking at Xiao Cui and Xiao Tao's happy but not surprised expressions, I knew that Song Heng was most likely aware of my last inquiry about my family from them, and specially received this letter today.
"As long as you are happy." Song Heng said no more.
When he went to visit Lord Mu who had suffered a stroke, he finally discussed with Mrs. Zhuang: Lord Mu could only recuperate in a quiet environment. Now that Lord Mu was doomed, it would be difficult for Mrs. Zhuang, a woman, to gain a foothold in the turbulent capital.
In the end, Madam Zhuang took Lord Mu back to her hometown, Mingfan City. Firstly, it was because Lord Mu needed recuperation after suffering a stroke, secondly, he had the help of Madam Zhuang's family, and thirdly, he could temporarily avoid the persecution of people with ulterior motives in the court.
The only thing Madam Zhuang couldn't let go of was Chen Shuang, who was still in a coma in the palace. Song Heng looked at the worried woman in front of him and said earnestly: "I will definitely protect her well, please rest assured, Madam."
Some time ago, Song Heng was busy with government affairs and did not come to the harem, but he kept sending people to inquire about Xiao Cui, Xiao Tao and Chen Shuang's situation. Thinking that she might miss home, he sent someone to Mingfan City to inform her, and finally received this real family letter on her birthday.
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