Chapter 340: Reunion 2
Song Zhao looked back and saw that her procession had already gone four or five feet away.
There were sixteen personal servants alone.
Four people held a canopy to shade her, four people stood in front and behind to fan her, and six people pushed a tray full of ice cubes to cool her down.
The ones closest to her were Yunshan and Xiaofuzi.
It is already hot and humid in summer. With so many people surrounding Song Zhao, even if she is served to keep herself cool, what fun is there in enjoying the flowers because all she sees is a sea of people.
I heard her impatiently say: "It's already hot and humid today, and with so many people following me in and out, I don't know where to get better."
Yunshan said anxiously, "Your Majesty... These are all arranged specially for you because the Emperor cares about you."
Song Zhao got even more angry when he heard this. "The emperor is so good at making arrangements, why is he always alone when he comes to see me? He is the emperor, more noble than me, he should have these seventy or eighty people around him, so that he will die of heat."
This statement was considered a big taboo, and the palace servants who served closely all lowered their heads, wishing they could find a piece of cotton to plug their ears.
Yunshan stamped her feet in anxiety, "Your Majesty! You...cannot say the word 'death' in the palace, and you can't associate these unlucky words with the emperor."
"I can't say this or that. It's so boring! Forget it. Let's stop admiring the flowers and go back!"
Song Zhao said this angrily, then quickened his pace, ignoring the large group of servants behind him.
With her amnesia, she even forgot the rules of a noble family.
Xiao Jingheng had no choice but to appoint the teaching nanny to teach her carefully.
The teaching nanny taught three times a day, and the rules were different every day.
There are so many taboos in sitting, standing, speaking and walking that Song Zhao got a headache.
In addition, the weather has been unusually hot these days, and the cicadas outside are even more annoying.
That day, Song Zhao was annoyed by the teacher's nagging, so he got angry and drove her out.
When the nanny left the palace in disgrace, she happened to meet Xiao Jingheng.
He didn't say anything. He just sat opposite Song Zhao with a smile after entering the bedroom and asked her, "Who has offended my Zhao'er? Why are you so angry?"
Song Zhao moved to sit further away from Xiao Jingheng and complained sullenly:
"I can't learn those rules. They are troublesome. Why can't the hairpin on my head swing when I walk? Why can't I eat whatever I want when I eat? Why do I need someone to teach me how to sit and stand?"
She looked up at Jamel Xiao, her eyes full of grievance.
"Is being your woman always so tiring? If so, then I don't want to be your woman."
What she said was presumptuous and outrageous, but Xiao Jingheng did not get angry but laughed instead.
"Nonsense."
He stretched out his hand and scratched Song Zhao's upturned nose. "If you don't want to learn, then don't learn. As long as Zhao'er is happy, that's better than anything else."
The fact that he followed Song Zhao's wishes made Song Zhao less resistant to him.
In the evening, he accompanied Song Zhao for dinner. While strolling in the courtyard, he suddenly took her hand.
Song Zhao froze and subconsciously tried to pull his hand out, but he held it tighter.
"I used to hold your hand like this, walking around the palace. At that time, you acted like a spoiled child and said you were tired, but you still insisted that I carry you on my back."
He recalled the past and smiled broadly.
Although Song Zhao was calm, he stopped struggling and let him lead him forward.
"I know you can't accept me for the time being, and I don't want to force you. It's great if I can see you every day and you can walk with me holding hands."
He held Song Zhao's hand with extra care.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew away Song Zhao's hair.
Xiao Jingheng took the opportunity to move closer to her, and while tucking her hair behind her ears, he also kissed her on the forehead.
Song Zhao looked at him in panic, but he smiled.
"It's getting late. You should go to bed early. I will come to see you tomorrow."
After Xiao Jingheng left, Song Zhao stood in the courtyard for a while. When the wind gradually grew stronger, Yunshan said to her:
"It's windy outside, Madam, why don't you go back to the house and rest?"
Song Zhao nodded slightly, and Yunshan helped her to the inner bedroom.
When they reached the door, Yunshan subconsciously glanced at the two palace maids guarding the door, and then gave Song Zhao a sincere exhortation.
"In fact, the emperor treats you very well. Think about it, there is no woman in the world that the emperor cannot get. But the emperor is willing to respect your thoughts. If you don't want to, the emperor will not force you, which shows that the emperor loves you deeply. The emperor is so considerate of you, you should also consider it for him, right?"
"Considering what?"
"In the past, Your Majesty and the Emperor loved each other without a doubt. Now, you have suddenly developed amnesia and have forgotten everything in the past. You are so unfamiliar with the Emperor. How can the Emperor feel good about it..."
Hearing this, Song Zhao said nothing more, but just nodded thoughtfully.
Later, after Song Zhao washed up, he blew out the candle and lay on the couch.
Suddenly there was a loud thunder outside the window, which frightened her so much that she jumped up suddenly.
She clutched the horn tightly in her hand and called out to the door in panic:
"Spruce, spruce?"
'Boom'
There was another burst of muffled thunder, which sounded like someone had lit a firecracker in the silent wilderness. The sound was so loud that it made people's hearts tremble.
"ah!"
Song Zhao almost screamed out loud.
She curled up on the couch and blocked her ears tightly.
Soon, she heard hurried footsteps approaching her.
He felt that it was Yunshan, so the moment the curtains in front of the couch were lifted, he rushed towards the shadow.
Unexpectedly, I fell into a solid and warm embrace.
Then a gentle male voice sounded in her ears.
"Don't be afraid, Zhao'er. I'm here."
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