Chapter 87 Closer
Song Zhao's words and actions today are really strange.
It was completely different from the graceful and elegant demeanor she displayed in front of Xiao Jingheng in the past.
The more she did this, the more Xiao Jingheng felt that there was something strange in the bag.
His eyes were slightly cold, and he untied the straps of his bag with a slightly stiff movement.
But after opening it and seeing what was inside, it was completely beyond Xiao Jingheng's expectations.
Just as Song Zhao said, the bag contained some daily necessities:
What about jasmine dried flowers, menthol oil, cotton knee pads, etc....
In this case, Xiao Jingheng felt even more strange.
"You said that the things in your bag are what you want to carry with you, but I remember that you don't like the smell of mint. This is..."
"But the emperor likes it." Song Zhao blushed as he snatched the bag from Xiao Jingheng's hands, pointed at the things inside and said shyly:
"The emperor likes the smell of jasmine, and I plan to bring this dried jasmine flower for him to use when he takes a hot spring bath. As for this menthol oil, sniffing it is the most refreshing. The emperor is concerned about state affairs, and even if he goes to the hot spring villa, he must have endless memorials to review and endless state affairs to deal with. I thought that bringing this thing with me would help the emperor relieve his fatigue. As for this cotton knee pad..."
She took out the knee pad and showed the dragon pattern on it to Jamel Xiao intentionally or unintentionally.
The dragon embroidery was not outstanding, and one could vaguely see the stitches that had not been hidden, which did not seem like the work of an embroiderer in the palace.
"I sewed this kneepad myself, but the embroidery on it is not very pretty, so I thought I would give it to the emperor after I have finished sewing it."
Xiao Jingheng took the kneepad and looked at it, and said, "I think it's good because it has your thoughtfulness. But the hot spring villa is like spring all year round, why do you still need to sew a kneepad for me?"
Song Zhao said: "There is a hunting ground near the hot spring villa. I remember that Prince An's residence is also nearby. If the emperor suddenly feels like hunting with Prince An, this knee pad can protect the body and keep out the cold..."
As he spoke, Xiao Jingheng's burning eyes were fixed on Yu Song Zhao, and the smile on his face could no longer be hidden.
Song Zhao felt a little shy when he looked at her, so he stopped talking and just lowered his head timidly and said weakly:
"Your Majesty, why are you looking at me like this..."
"Haha~" Xiao Jingheng laughed loudly, and turned his hand to hug Song Zhao into his arms, "You are so thoughtful for me, I feel happy in my heart."
He couldn't help but tighten his arms around Song Zhao's shoulders.
I am really happy, but I also feel guilty.
Song Zhao always considered him in everything, but he still suspected that she had hidden something bad in her bag.
Now that I think about it, he was really overly suspicious.
Song Zhao was hugged by him, and his luggage was not held firmly in his hands and fell to the ground again.
The moment it landed, a scroll hidden inside was thrown out.
She panicked and immediately bent over to pick it up. But her arm was not as long as Xiao Jingheng's, so Xiao Jingheng had to pick it up first.
"What is it?"
Song Zhao was anxious and tried to take it back.
"Your Majesty, please don't look at it! Please give it back to me!"
Xiao Jingheng held the scroll high and teased her deliberately, "What is it? Why does my beloved concubine care so much about it?"
Xiao Jingheng felt a little guilty for having misunderstood Song Zhao just now.
He had no intention of looking at the scroll, and thought of holding it up to tease Song Zhao before returning it to her.
But Song Zhao stood on tiptoe and tried hard to reach it, but inadvertently loosened the thin rope that tied the scroll.
The scroll was unfolded in an instant, and Xiao Jingheng saw that the person in Song Zhao's painting was actually himself?
In the painting, Xiao Jingheng is sitting alone in front of a dragon-shaped desk, with his head lowered, concentrating on reviewing memorials.
This painting is very delicate, even the details such as the folds on the clothes and the hair are painted very finely, and it can be seen that a lot of effort was put into it.
While Xiao Jingheng was surprised, Song Zhao snatched the scroll away.
While hurriedly rolling it up, she said shyly:
"I just drew this with my clumsy brush. How can I show it to the emperor..."
"If your writing is considered clumsy, I'm afraid everyone in Ruyifang will be driven out of the palace."
Seeing Song Zhao blushing, Xiao Jingheng gently stroked the girl's tender cheek and said with a smile:
"Why are you shy? This painting will be given to me sooner or later. I think it is already very good now. Ask Jiang Deshun to take it back and frame it, and put it in a conspicuous place in Chaoyang Palace, so that I can look at it every day."
"No way!" Song Zhao pursed her lips and said proudly, "This painting is not for the emperor. I want to keep it for myself."
"Oh?" Xiao Jingheng raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with interest: "Why is that?"
Song Zhao was silent for a moment, and his expression suddenly became a little sad.
She lowered her head, silently clenched the scroll in her hands, and whispered:
"I miss the emperor every day, but he can't always be by my side. So I want to draw the emperor's appearance, so that if I miss him, I can take it out and look at it at any time."
Song Zhao's voice was soft and crisp, and Xiao Jingheng felt distressed when he heard it.
Recently, Concubine Xiao was pregnant, and Concubine Chen was always seeking favors, so he had neglected Song Zhao a little.
But the little girl never complained about anything. When she couldn't see him, she quietly painted to comfort her longing.
How could Xiao Jingheng not be moved by this pure and strong love?
He took Song Zhao's hand and said earnestly:
"Everything in your bag is about me. There is nothing you prepared for yourself. You treat me like this, how can I bear to ignore you?"
He moved closer to Song Zhao and gave her a gentle kiss on her red and tender lips.
"I promise you, if you miss me in the future, you can come see me anytime. No matter how busy I am, I will make time to accompany you."
After hearing this, Song Zhao first smiled happily like a little girl.
But soon, she shook her head awkwardly, "Your Majesty has a lot of state affairs to attend to, and I don't want to be a burden to you."
After saying this, she leaned into Xiao Jingheng's arms obediently, "I don't care how much free time the emperor has to accompany me, as long as the emperor's heart is close to my heart."
She put her soft fingers around Xiao Jingheng's chest.
He hooked the collar of her clothes with his fingertips and reached inside without any hesitation.
It wasn't until she touched Xiao Jingheng's solid chest muscles that he grabbed her wrist.
Xiao Jingheng covered Song Zhao and pressed him under him.
They were face to face, their breaths intertwined, and it was extremely ambiguous.
Xiao Jingheng grabbed Song Zhao's hand, pressed it tightly against his chest, and asked in a low voice:
"So, my beloved concubine, do you think my heart is close to yours?"
Song Zhao felt his strong heartbeat, pursed his lips shyly and nodded.
Her behavior further aroused the fire in Xiao Jingheng's heart.
He leaned over completely, close to Song Zhao's ear, bit her earlobe gently, and panted softly, saying:
"I can bring you closer to me."
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