Chapter 341: Reunion 3
Song Zhao was surprised to hear Xiao Jingheng's voice.
She suddenly loosened her arms around his waist.
The inner bedroom was pitch black, and there were lightning and thunder outside the window, but she had nowhere to retreat.
The thunder that struck one after another almost shattered Song Zhao's soul.
In a dilemma, she had no choice but to hide in Xiao Jingheng's arms again.
It seems that only in this way can I find a moment of peace of mind.
Xiao Jingheng hugged her tightly, and his voice was soft and pleasant to the ears.
"Don't be afraid, I'm with you. I'm always here."
Song Zhao was trembling all the time, his heart almost jumping out of his throat. How could he care about what Xiao Jingheng said at the moment?
Only when the rain started to fall and the thunder outside stopped did she regain consciousness.
"Didn't you go back to the palace? Why are you here?" she asked.
Xiao Jingheng gently stroked the messy hair on her forehead, "In the past, whenever there was a thunderstorm, I would stay by your side. At that time, you were just like you are now, like a frightened little deer, snuggling tightly in my arms."
Song Zhao blushed with shame and immediately tried to break free from Xiao Jingheng's arms.
But he refused, instead he hugged Song Zhao tighter, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, saying in a hoarse voice:
"Since Zhao'er has forgotten the past, why don't you give each other a chance and try to accept me again?"
The man exhaled warm breath, which lingered on Song Zhao's earlobe, making her shudder all over.
She seemed to soften her heart and whispered, "Yunshan and Xiaofuzi all said that you and I were very loving in the past, but I can't remember it at all. In fact, I don't hate you. I avoid you just... because I am afraid of you."
She paused and added, "It seems like everyone in this palace is afraid of you."
"But Zhao'er, don't be afraid."
Xiao Jingheng put his arm around her shoulders and turned her around, his nose touching hers.
"You said that you regard me as your husband. If that's the case, why are you afraid of your own husband? I will always love you and treat you like the apple of my eye. I will never let you suffer the slightest harm again."
He approached inch by inch, testing every step,
Finally, I got the beauty as I wished and enjoyed the night of bliss with her.
That night, after Song Zhaowan accepted the favor, he felt that his relationship with Xiao Jingheng had become much closer.
He was so gentle to her that he would even ask for her opinion every time he changed his position, always showing his consideration.
At that time, Song Zhao was leaning in Xiao Jingheng's arms, not wanting to sleep at all, and listening to the sound of the rain outside the window.
Xiao Jingheng stroked her thin shoulders and asked, "What are you thinking about, Zhao'er?"
Song Zhao was silent for a moment, then said, "I was wondering why the emperor didn't call me Imperial Concubine, but Zhao'er instead."
Xiao Jingheng smiled, "Of course I'll call you by your name, it makes me feel closer."
Song Zhao refused and said, "Yes. You are my husband, you call me Zhao'er and never call me Imperial Concubine, just to be close to me. But I always call you Your Majesty, don't you feel strange?"
"Oh?" Xiao Jingheng became interested, half-sitting up and looking at Song Zhao with a smile, "What did Zhao'er want to call me?"
Song Zhao held his chin up and thought for a while, "Xiao Lang, how about that? I read a folk song a few days ago and saw that wives always addressed their husbands like this."
Xiao Jingheng was startled for a moment, with bright stars flashing in his eyes.
He seemed very satisfied with this title, and soon smiled knowingly, gently brushed Song Zhao's cheek with the back of his finger, and said in a voice as soft as the warm sun:
"Xiao Lang, very good."
Song Zhao's favor was expected.
But no one could have expected that Xiao Jingheng would pamper her to the sky this time.
Every day he either stayed in Changle Palace or had Song Zhao accompany him in Chaoyang Palace. He wished that Song Zhao was by his side all the time so that he could feel at ease.
This naturally aroused the jealousy and hatred of the concubines.
There was a lot of discussion in private, "When Song was in the cold palace, even if the imperial concubine and Shunpin were favored, the emperor didn't treat us too coldly. Look at us now? It's hard for us to even see the emperor once."
"Song was lucky after all. She fell down in the cold palace and lost her memory. The emperor treated her with special care and even ignored Empress Jiarui's three-year term. He immediately made her a noble concubine."
"I heard that she became even more seductive after losing her memory. She calls the emperor 'Xiao Lang' in front of everyone. She is so evil, but the emperor still lets her do what she wants?"
"Alas, seeing her being favored, our lives will become even more difficult..."
Song Zhao didn't know whether their lives were easy or not.
All she knew was that her good days had just begun.
The seventh day of June was the anniversary of Empress Jiarui's death. On that day, Xiao Jingheng was mourning for the queen and did not summon Song Zhao at night.
When Song Zhao had some free time in his life, he took out his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone and started practicing calligraphy in his room.
Yunshan brought in the calming tea that had just been warmed up and whispered to Song Zhao:
"Miss, everyone in the palace is talking about you calling the emperor Xiao Lang. Their words and deeds show their dissatisfaction with you."
Song Zhao just focused on writing without even looking up. He said calmly,
"If you don't agree, just keep it to yourself."
Yunshan saw that Song Zhao was very interested in practicing calligraphy today, so she became curious, "What are you writing, Miss?"
She leaned over to take a look, and the beautiful handwriting came into view.
"Once you enter the mansion of a marquis, it is as deep as the sea. From now on, Xiao Lang is just a passerby."
After reading this sentence, Yunshan knew.
"Xiao Lang is just a passerby. This is the position of the emperor in Miss's heart now."
Song Zhao's expression was serious, and hatred was seen in his eyes.
He casually placed a corner of rice paper on the candle flame, watched it burn, and then sneered,
"Does he deserve it? In my mind, he is not even qualified to be a passerby. When I see him, I just feel disgusted."
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