Chapter 08 She has changed
People in the palace knelt down, too frightened to breathe. The eunuch who was called out kowtowed again and again, "Your Highness, spare my life, Your Highness, spare my life!"
Wu Chun's head hummed. He had been wronged all the way, and he didn't care about the details. He immediately said, "Shen Sui, you are crazy! He is just a eunuch, and you are making things difficult for him!" The
reason why the eunuchs can work in the harem is because they are eunuchs. The royal family does not have to worry about what happens between them and the women in the harem. As for Shen Sui's intention to chop off the eunuch's hand because he helped Wu Chun get on the sedan chair, it was simply ridiculous!
However, Shen Sui just watched coldly as the eunuch knocked his head and bled, leaving a mottled bloodstain on the stone floor. He was not moved at all, but showed a bit of indifference and majesty of a superior. Shen
Sui carried Wu Chun and walked towards Fengchun Palace. When he reached the palace door, he could still hear the eunuch begging for mercy. Shen Sui frowned slightly and his eyes fell on the palace maid kneeling in front of the door. The palace maid immediately understood and closed the door.
The light on the ground moved inch by inch, and Shen Sui was shrouded in shadow.
It was quiet.
"...Shen Sui, you are a piece of shit!" Wu Chun's head was swollen, and her eyes were sore, but she couldn't shed tears. She punched Shen Sui's back, which was just like itching for him. Shen Sui ignored her and walked towards the bed after entering the hall.
Wu Chun's shoes and socks were taken off in a few seconds, and she was thrown into the soft quilt. Her back bounced twice, and when Shen Sui's knees came over, her tears fell.
Today, Wu Chun put on a layer of powder on her face. When her tears fell, most of her makeup was gone. Her face was white and pink, and her eye sockets were red, like a rabbit. Her face was messy and wild, but there was a sense of pity, which made people unable to resist ravaging and abusing her.
Shen Sui's eyes sparkled, and he scraped the end of her eyes with his fingertips to wipe away the tears, but there was a layer of white powder on his fingers. He raised his eyebrows, pinched his fingertips, and looked at the powder strangely.
"Who asked you to wipe my tears? Don't you know that makeup will become more and more smudged the more you put on it?" Wu Chun felt aggrieved.
How did she end up with such a man? Wu Chun was angry and resentful. She kicked him in the lower body. He quickly grabbed her ankle and said, "How can you get rid of this powder?"
"Of course, wash it!"
Shen Sui picked her up and walked to the wash basin. It happened that there was still half a basin of water in the copper basin. After putting her down, he pinched her neck and pressed her into the copper basin without waiting for her to react.
"Wow, wow, wow——"
Crystal clear water droplets burst out, splashing all over the floor, and also stained the lapels of both of them with dark spots.
The cool water splashed into Wu Chun's mouth and nose, stimulating her to cough violently. However, when she coughed, more water filled her chest, suffocating her!
A series of bubbles swelled up, and Shen Sui probably thought it was almost done, so he pinched her neck and lifted her up.
Wu Chun slapped Shen Sui's hand away and cried, "Are you going to kill me or wash my face?"
Water droplets rolled down the contours of Wu Chun's face, a few strands of hair stuck to his cheek, and his earrings rustled.
Shen Sui's lips moved, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes. "If I wanted to kill you, I would never use such a time-consuming method."
Wu Chun pointed at his nose angrily and said, "What do you stinky men know?! How can a girl remove her makeup like you! You are a reckless man!"
The little girl took out a box of ointment from the drawer full of bottles and jars beside the table with a feeling of grievance. She scooped a spoonful of ointment and applied it on her face. She first applied the lip balm that was already in a mess, and then carefully applied it on her eyelids. She pressed it with her fingertips for fear that it was not applied evenly. Finally, she applied it to her forehead, cheeks, chin...
and then rinsed it with water.
Shen Sui looked at her, his brows knitted unconsciously, and his face seemed to be covered with black lines.
But to Wu Chun's surprise, he did not urge her, nor did he use any coercive means, but just watched quietly.
Perhaps he had never seen a girl remove her makeup before.
And he had never seen her use this homemade ointment to remove her makeup.
Wu Chun thought that the usual method of removing makeup with rice water was not clean enough, so she bought some safflower seeds from a small country west of southern Xinjiang, squeezed oil with soybeans, added some seaweed juice caught from the South China Sea, and made a homemade ointment with Buddha's hand fragrance.
Wu Chun suddenly found it a little funny. Such a stinky man, probably in the previous life, she carefully put on makeup for him, but he couldn't see any exquisiteness, and all her enthusiasm was wasted.
After Wu Chun finished, he stared at Shen Sui, his eyes were still red, with a hint of moisture at the end of his eyes. Just looking at him, it was like a hook hooking on people's hearts, with a natural charm. Knowing that some things were too late, she couldn't hide, so she had to pretend to cater to him.
Shen Sui couldn't even wait for these few steps, and pushed him against the wall.
...
Midnight.
I don't know if it was Wu Chun's illusion, but I felt that Shen Sui was more gentle today than before. His gentleness was not that he pitied her and held back when he was doing it, but that he would occasionally stop to kiss her neck and lips.
But Wu Chun didn't have the energy to think deeply, he was too tired, fatigue surged up, and he fell asleep as soon as his eyelids closed.
The room was in chaos. The moonlight leaked on the ground, showing a mottled crystal light.
Shen Sui still did not stay in Fengchun Palace. He put on his clothes and left. Before leaving, he turned back to look at Wuchun, who was as delicate as a jade sculpture.
Her two feather-like eyelashes cast an arc-shaped shadow under her eyelids. The whole person was white with pink. The moonlight coated her with a layer of silver glow, like an exquisite glassware that would break if touched.
This glance was too misleading.
Shen Sui's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he leaned over again. As soon as his hands covered her waist, he heard a light breathing sound.
She fell asleep.
Shen Sui's fingertips were slightly bent, as if he wanted to exert force, but in the end they just gradually loosened, the fingers left, and the person left completely.
Back in Xuanyang Palace, Shen Sui took a cold bath and went to bed. He fell asleep faster than usual today.
A scene that he had never dreamed of appeared in front of him.
Red maples were everywhere, and the wind blew and the dead leaves fell, and the palace walls seemed to be burning.
"Snap, snap."
The whip of the palace maid fell on Shen Sui again and again. Shen Sui's lips were pressed into a straight line, and he didn't say a word. He was wearing a black coat, and his back was soaked with blood. There was a hole, revealing his bloody back.
"You dare to poison the cat of the Queen Mother, you are too brave! This cat is a rare species with different eyes that was presented as a tribute by a neighboring country. It is snow-white and flawless, with pure blood. It is loved by the Queen Mother and is even more precious. How can you poison it?!"
Shen Sui did come into contact with the cat.
But he was too lazy to poison a cat.
The cat ran out to look for food, but couldn't catch a mouse. Instead, it found arsenic that poisoned mice in the corner, so it ate the arsenic and died.
He just watched coldly and was too lazy to save it.
Queen Chen was domineering, and even Shang Gong, who assisted her in managing the harem, became arrogant. Shen Sui was not favored and had a cold personality. He was not very popular in the palace, and because of his background, some concubines looked down on him. Shang Gong was a female official of a very high status, so she was merciless when she acted.
Shen Sui raised her eyes, and there was a murderous intent in her eyes.
This look made Shang Gong's hand holding the whip tremble.
"What are you looking at?!" Shang Gong shouted to cover up her fear.
Shen Sui pursed her lips tightly and clenched her hands in her sleeves.
Suddenly, a clear female voice came from not far away, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!"
It was the woman from southern Xinjiang.
She lifted her skirt and ran over in small steps, her silver steps rustling and dazzling. She squatted in front of him, her amber eyes were wet, and behind her was the sky full of vermilion, the palace walls and maple trees.
She blinked her eyes and tried hard to hold back the tears that overflowed in her eyes, as if she was extremely distressed.
But it was clear that she and him did not have much intersection except for that absurd night, and she had been married to him for less than a month at that time. She
pursed her bright red lips, and then said to him: "Does it hurt?"
In fact, Shen Sui didn't care about these. A few whips were enough, and revenge would be enough.
It was not that important.
She felt as if the sky had fallen, as if she had been whipped by a whip. "I heard them say that you were wrongly accused, that you only fed the cat when you met it, and didn't poison it..." She
didn't know where she heard this rumor from.
Shen Sui's hands in his sleeves gradually loosened, and he nodded. When his lips were about to move, a line of blood flowed straight down from the corner of his mouth.
This scared the little princess of Southern Xinjiang!
She actually jumped up, grabbed Shang Gong's whip, and pulled it hard, causing Shang Gong to stagger. "Even if you are a high-ranking official, you can't wrongly accuse people! He... was obviously just feeding the cat. Who knows where the cat ran to and ate something and died? Yet you wrongly accuse people!" When
had Shang Gong ever been rushed by someone like this before? She was stunned for a moment. During this moment of daze, Wu Chun grabbed the whip and whipped Shang Gong on the ankle. Shang Gong screamed in pain, "You, you wild woman, how dare you hit me?"
"I'm hitting you! I would dare to whip you even if you were the emperor of Daliang. It's wrong to wrongly accuse people!"
Wu Chun put one hand on her waist, like a demure little phoenix. After another whip, Shang Gong jumped up directly. How could she be a female official at all!
What happened later was that Wuchun was scolded by Shang Yi for three days and knelt in front of Kunning Palace for two hours.
Not long after, Shang Gong died inexplicably.
It was also from that time that Shen Sui began to frequently enter Fengchun Palace at night.
The red in the dream gradually dissipated, and the vision was broken like a mirror. When he turned around, it was outside the window of Fengchun Palace before winter came.
The window was half open and half closed, and there was a thin figure of a girl sitting by the window. She lowered her head, holding a silver needle in her hand, shuttling up and down, probably sewing something, but after a few stitches, she suddenly frowned, and then put her fingertips to her lips and sucked.
The servant behind said, "Your Highness, you have never done this kind of needlework, so why not let me do it?"
The girl from southern Xinjiang frowned, "Your Highness is my husband, and his winter clothes should naturally be made by me. It's ridiculous to let others do it."
Even if Shen Sui was no longer favored, he did not lack a few winter clothes. He twitched his lips slightly, turned around and left.
He didn't remember whether he had worn the clothes she sewed, nor did he remember where he put them. He only remembered that she lowered her eyebrows and handed the clothes to him with uncontrollable expectation and uneasiness in her eyes.
She was actually very well-behaved. She
followed the rules in learning etiquette and serving him. I'm afraid that contradicting Shang Gong was the only thing she did out of the ordinary.
For him.
She would wait quietly in front of the palace at night. Shen Sui would wrap her in his cloak and roll her in. She would also meet him and never disobey him.
The picture was fixed on her gentle and sweet face as she sent him off, and then cracks appeared.
Instead, she smiled with mockery and disdain, and the fear and hatred unconsciously revealed in the depths of her eyes.
She used sweet words to deliberately disgust him; her voice was soft, but with a hidden meaning.
She dared to pull the favored princess over the wall and chase after important officials in the court; she dared to point at his nose and scold him as a reckless man, and beat him up...
She was not obedient at all.
She had changed a little.
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