Chapter 14 Song Zhao's Bedtime 2
'Boom'
Another thunder roared through the sky, shocking Song Zhao so much that he shivered uncontrollably.
At that time, she was kneeling in front of Jamel Xiao, her frail figure curled up into a ball, her body wet and trembling.
The tears in her eyes were overloaded, her long eyelashes fluttered, and tears began to fall in big drops.
It was like pearls dripping on her smoky blue clothes, forming a puddle of water.
"Your Majesty...I, your concubine..."
There was a distinct tone in her voice when she spoke, as if she was trying hard to hold back her sobs, which was heartbreaking to hear.
All of this was seen by Xiao Jingheng.
Men will always be kind and gentle to women.
The more delicate a woman is, the more she can arouse their desire to protect her.
Of course, the premise of all this is that the woman must be attractive enough so that when she cries she looks like a pear blossom in the rain, which makes me feel pity for her.
What Song Zhao lacked the least happened to be her looks.
Xiao Jingheng suppressed the vicious look in his eyes and reached out to help Song Zhao up from the cold ground.
Her hands were smooth, white and cold.
It's like a piece of fine uncut jade being held in one's hand.
Xiao Jingheng held her hand tightly, and his tone softened a little, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a monster."
Song Zhao hunched his shoulders and nodded, muttering in a very aggrieved and soft voice, "Thank you very much, Your Majesty."
Xiao Jingheng asked her, "You are a beautiful woman, why do you still pretend to be like this when the rash on your face has obviously subsided?"
"I'm scared..." Song Zhao pursed her lips, her breathing gradually became disordered, and the emotions that she had been suppressing for a long time suddenly went out of control. She covered her face with silk and sobbed softly.
She cried very skillfully.
You have to cry, it has to be true, and it can't be ugly.
At what angle should I face Jamel Xiao, how often should I blink, should the tears fall from the corners of my eyes or the ends of my eyes, and what tone should I use when sobbing to make it sound heartbreaking.
Song Zhao has practiced all of these countless times in private.
From Xiao Jingheng's perspective, he couldn't find any flaws at all. He just felt that Song Zhao's crying made him feel upset.
"Don't cry." He reached out and wiped away Song Zhao's tears almost gently. "Tell me, what are you afraid of?"
Song Zhao took a few deep breaths and tried his best to calm himself down.
She didn't want to say it, but under Xiao Jingheng's repeated questioning, she half-heartedly opened her mouth.
"I am afraid of being favored, so I have evil thoughts."
Xiao Jingheng asked: "Others are afraid of not being favored, but you are afraid of being favored?"
Song Zhao said with a melancholy look: "My aunt was disliked by my mother because she was liked by my father. When I was six years old, my aunt made a small mistake, and my mother beat her to death in front of me... I am afraid of being favored because I am afraid that one day I will end up like my aunt..."
(Ps: According to ancient etiquette, illegitimate children must call their father's wife "niang", and their father's concubine, whether she is their biological mother or not, should be called "yi niang".)
After hearing what Song Zhao said, Xiao Jingheng comforted her gently on the surface:
"Don't be afraid. Your father didn't protect your aunt back then, but now that you have become my concubine, I will naturally protect you. And in the imperial city, etiquette and law are supreme, no one can beat you or scold you for no reason, do you understand?"
As he advised me like this, he thought to himself:
Song Zhao was really beautiful, but she was not smart.
She said such shameful things about her family in front of him. Isn't she afraid that he will have an opinion about Song Shicheng?
Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. Her words could ruin her father's future at any time.
However, compared with other concubines, Song Zhao's "unwiseness" was exactly what Xiao Jingheng wanted.
From the concubines in the harem to the queen, who doesn't have a lot on their mind when issuing an imperial decree?
Even when they are just chatting casually in daily life, no one knows how many times they have thought over the words that come out of their mouths.
Sometimes when you are with people who are too rule-abiding and too smart, you have to be on guard against being schemed against by them all the time, which is really tiring.
But how could Xiao Jingheng know that Song Zhaoben was eager to drag his mother's family into hell and make his entire family be buried with her biological mother?
'Boom'
The thunderstorm outside the window continued unabated. It had been several years since Kyoto had seen such heavy rain.
Every time a loud thunder sounded, Song Zhao would shiver involuntarily.
Xiao Jingheng stared at Song Zhao.
The tears diluted most of the red rashes on her face, revealing her originally smooth and silky skin, which looked even more radiant and charming, making people unable to let go of her.
"You still say you're not afraid of thunder?" He smiled dotingly and patted Song Zhao's head as if he was coaxing a child.
"You've been crying like this, and your eyes will be swollen tomorrow. If others see you, they'll think I bullied you tonight. Go wash your face. I'm here with you, so don't be afraid."
Xiao Jingheng held Song Zhao's hand and led her from the warm seat to the mirror table.
Next to the dressing table stood a pure gold washbasin engraved with a dragon pattern, filled with morning dew water soaked with rose and crabapple petals.
Xiao Jingheng asked her, "You are only dissatisfied with peach blossoms, are other flowers affected?"
Song Zhao shook her head shyly, then took the white handkerchief handed to her by Xiao Jingheng and began to wash her face very gently.
Xiao Jingheng watched the red rash on her face fade away little by little under the cleansing water, until the last trace of pigment was washed away, revealing her fair and delicate true face.
As an emperor, he had seen many beauties.
The women in the harem, headed by Concubine Chen, are all outstanding beauties.
Even so, after seeing Song Zhao's true appearance, Xiao Jingheng couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and secretly said that she was astonishingly beautiful.
What a beautiful thing, like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally without any embellishment.
Song Zhao felt a little embarrassed by Xiao Jingheng's burning gaze.
She lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, and murmured in a delicate voice:
"emperor......"
Xiao Jingheng embraced the beauty in his arms, held her waist and lifted her up sideways, then turned around and gently placed her on the dragon bed.
Before putting her down, his index finger had already hooked the knot around her waist.
With a little effort, the knot came loose and the spring scenery appeared before your eyes.
His fingertips gently slid across Song Zhao's shoulders. As the thunder rumbled outside the window, Song Zhao's body trembled uncontrollably.
Xiao Jingheng covered her body, leaned close to her ear, let the warm breath spray on her earlobe, and whispered softly:
"If you are afraid, hold me tighter."
As he said this, he grabbed Song Zhao's wrist and placed it on his thin waist.
Song Zhao hummed "hmm", and slowly raised his hands to embrace Xiao Jingheng's firm back.
As the thunder roared, the slender fingers gradually tightened.
The night got deeper.
But tonight the candles in Chaoyang Palace have not been extinguished yet.
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