Chapter 52 Zhizhi, have you forgotten me?
In the imperial capital, the General's Mansion was also an important and powerful family, and there was no shortage of luxurious items.
But those have nothing to do with Sang Zhixia.
The original owner was just an unfavored concubine's daughter. She had nothing except her outstanding appearance that easily attracted trouble. No matter how luxurious the things were, they would never fall into her hands, and no matter how good the things were, they had nothing to do with her.
She couldn't touch Yunjin.
But her eldest sister likes Yunjin.
The man was dressed in brocade and he liked pink the most.
Sang Zhixia felt as if her throat was blocked by a lump of water-soaked cotton, pressing down on her heart. All that flashed through her mind were the rumors she had heard before.
Xu Yu had a sweetheart.
The dashing and elegant prince and the eldest daughter of a powerful and noble family, if it weren't for a substitutionary marriage, these two would definitely be a good match. Why would she have the right to add to the drama?
The warmth in her heart was completely extinguished by the invisible cold water, and when she looked at Xu Yu again, there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes and brows for no reason.
"Your Majesty is indeed a man of deep affection and loyalty. It is truly remarkable that you managed to preserve this token of love so securely despite all the hardships you've endured along the way."
But you have your own deep feelings and loyalty, why are you being so gentle and considerate to me here?
Do I want it?
Sang Zhixia's face was instantly covered with frost, so cold that it made people's heart palpitate.
Xu Yu carefully grasped his handkerchief, looking bewildered. He said cautiously, "Zhizhi."
"No, you should call me Rourou."
Xu Yu's mind went blank, as if he couldn't remember who Rourou was. He reached out to grab Sang Zhixia's hand, but was slapped loudly on the back of her hand.
"Hold your treasure and go tell me you're missing me. I can't serve you."
After Sang Zhixia said this, she really didn't care about Xu Yu's life or death.
She didn't care about her dripping hair, and lay on the bed with her clothes on, giving Xu Yu a cold slap on her back.
Xu Yu was really drunk.
He was stunned for a long time before he lowered his head to look at the back of his beaten hand, and then reached out and touched Sang Zhixia's cold, wet hair.
He frowned and said, "Zhizhi, wipe your hair."
Zhizhi is not in good health and will get sick.
Sang Zhixia snorted sarcastically without saying anything. Xu Yu groped his way to the edge of the bed and stood up.
There were rustling sounds and occasional collisions. Sang Zhixia pretended not to hear anything and was too lazy to look back.
But the footsteps gradually approached, and Xu Yu's voice sounded soft: "Zhizhi."
"Zhizhi, wipe your hair."
Sang Zhixia didn't know how to do it, so he kept calling out stubbornly.
She was really annoyed by the noise and gritted her teeth and said, "Xu Yu, are you done yet?!"
Are you addicted to finding a stand-in to pretend to be considerate?
Which playboy do you play with like this?
She turned around angrily and wanted to chase the person away, but suddenly a big hand appeared on her waist.
Although Xu Yu's mind was unclear, his movements were clear. He first dug the person out from under the quilt. Noticing Sang Zhixia's resistance, he frowned tightly and said stubbornly, "Wipe her hair."
He was so strong that he used just a little force to pull Sang Zhixia into his arms and made her sit down. He then started to wipe the things in his hand clumsily.
Sang Zhixia couldn't break free and was completely defenseless as darkness covered her face. She angrily tore off the thing covering her head and said angrily, "What the hell is this? Xu Yu, don't go too far! Give me..."
"Clean."
Xu Yu held up the new clothes in his hand innocently and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Zhizhi. They're clean."
He was reluctant to wear the new clothes that Zhizhi bought for him.
Sang Zhixia was completely annoyed by his unexpected behavior. She was so angry that she pinched him again and asked, "Are you sick?"
Xu Yu was pinched unconsciously, twisting his dripping hair earnestly: "If you are sick, you need to take medicine, but Zhizhi doesn't like taking medicine."
"Be good, I'll wipe it for you."
Sang Zhixia never expected that things would develop to this point.
But what she could not have imagined was that after all the trouble Xu Yu had done, he still dared to come and offer the treasure with a handkerchief!
He held the person in his arms, who couldn't break free, and smiled softly, his words full of pride: "Zhizhi, look."
Sang Zhixia said expressionlessly: "Take it away, I don't want to see it."
Am I crazy? I want to see the token of love between you and Sang Bingrou?!
She pushed Xu Yu away in disgust.
Xu Yu kept clinging to him, "I hid it well. I've always hidden it."
"Yes, yes, you are amazing. You are willing to sacrifice yourself for Sang Bingrou."
Sang Zhixia felt ridiculous after the Yin and Yang were over.
She was originally forced to be Sang Bingrou's substitute bride, so what was there to be angry about now?
She kicked Xu Yu, signaling him to get out. After being kicked off the bed, Xu Yu came over and sat on the floor, resting his head on the edge of the bed as he looked at her, his tone puzzled: "What is Sang Bingrou?"
Sang Zhixia's anger, which had finally subsided, flared up again, and she gritted her teeth and said, "How dare you ask me that?"
"Isn't it Sang Bingrou you want to marry?"
"Why, you're upset because I've been in trouble? If you want to cry, hold your precious baby and cry out Sang Bingrou's name. I won't stop you. Don't show off in front of me!"
Even if she was made of clay, she would still have some temper. What's more, she only regarded Xu Yu as her roommate. Was it this guy who was the first to get entangled and show tenderness to her?
Xu Yu, you deserve it!
Sang Zhixia was breathing unevenly due to anger, and Xu Yu's head was full of confusion due to his drunkenness.
What is Sang Bingrou?
When he was drunk, he became stubborn and not only stubborn but also very clingy. After calling out to Zhizhi a few times and getting no response, he started to crawl onto the bed which he never touched on weekdays.
"Zhizhi."
"Zhizhi?"
"Zhizhi, why don't you speak?"
"Zhizhi, why don't you let me?"
"Zhizhi, you..."
"Just shut up!"
Sangzhi Xiasheng turned around and looked at him with despair, saying with a mixture of anger and amusement, "What's the matter with you?"
"The Sang Bingrou you're obsessed with marrying isn't me. Have you recognized me? My name is Sang Zhixia, not you..."
"The one I want to marry is Sang Zhixia."
Xu Yu looked at her aggrievedly as she pushed his hand away, humming softly, "You are my Zhizhi..."
Sang Zhixia suddenly stopped, and Xu Yu began to cling to her more and more: "Zhizhi, please don't ignore me."
He shook his head disoriented and pressed the back of Sang Zhixia's head, pushing her forward until her forehead touched his, and said in a hoarse voice, "It is Sang Zhixia I want to marry."
"It's always been Sangzhi Xia..."
He turned the wheel back and forth a few times and repeated the same words. Suddenly, he looked aggrieved: "Zhizhi, have you forgotten me?"
"Zhizhi, how could you not remember me?"
A huge black pot fell from the sky, hitting Sang Zhixia's head and making it buzz.
But she really couldn't move on any longer.
When Xu Yu was not drinking, he looked like a gentleman and did not even snore when he slept. He was a perfect roommate.
But it’s different now.
He's so annoying when he's drunk.
Not only did he keep muttering to himself, but he also wrapped his hands and feet around her like an octopus, making it impossible for her to kick him off!
Sang Zhixia was exhausted after tossing and turning for half the night, and said with despair, "Go ahead."
It doesn’t matter whether it’s Sang Zhixia or Sang Bingrou, do whatever you want.
Xu Yu muttered for a while and when he saw her close her eyes, he grumbled for a while unwillingly, tied her hands and feet, and fell asleep without knowing when.
Thanks to Xu Yu, Sang Zhixia had a rare opportunity to sleep in until noon.
But in the dream, I was always held captive by someone and couldn't breathe, and there was unspeakable fatigue between my eyebrows.
Xu Yu woke up at some point and was gone, and there was no movement outside.
Sang Zhixia rubbed her aching waist and sat up, and the door creaked open.
She looked up suddenly, her eyes dim.
It was unknown how much Xu Yu remembered about what happened last night. His face, so handsome that it was hard to look away, was filled with helpless embarrassment.
"Would you like to get some more sleep?"
Sang Zhixia let out a forced laugh and said sinisterly, "Forget it. What's there to sleep for?"
"Hey, what are you doing here? What's the matter? Did you leave something important behind that I'm afraid you might see?"
She choked as soon as she opened her mouth, and Xu Yu, who was about to enter the room, almost dropped the rice porridge on his instep.
He hurriedly picked up the bowl, his expression blank: "Zhizhi, are you angry?"
He knew he was annoying when drunk, so yesterday was really an accident.
He moved his mouth to explain. Sang Zhixia got out of bed, shook the quilt, and saw what came out. She felt very upset.
Why is this thing still here?
She raised her chin with a cold face, and said with a half-smile, "Aren't you in a hurry to say it's yours this time?"
"Isn't this your treasure? Why don't you take it away?"
Xu Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand, but when he noticed the air pressure was gradually dropping, he silently retracted his hand.
Sang Zhixia became even more angry when she saw this.
"Xu Yu, you..."
"Zhizhi, I was wrong."
Upon hearing this, Sang Zhixia became so angry that she didn't know where the anger came from, and immediately threw the quilt back onto the bed.
There was a dull thud, as heavy as a hammer hitting the heart.
Xu Yu's eyes were in a panic, and he blocked the door reflexively: "Zhizhi, please listen to my explanation, I..."
"If you have anything to say, tell Sang Bingrou..."
"I shouldn't have taken your personal belongings and kept them for myself when our relationship was still undetermined. I know..."
Sang Zhixia: "What did you say?"
"What does it have to do with Sang Bingrou?"
The panic in Xu Yu's eyes and Sang Zhixia's surprise collided in mid-air. Their eyes met, and he spoke first in a trembling voice in the dead silence: "Zhizhi, isn't this handkerchief yours?"
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