Chapter 257 I Pat My Aunt
At night, palace lanterns light up.
Myeonghye Palace.
After washing up, Su Zhizhi lay down by the window and discovered for the first time that dead trees were also very beautiful.
The dry old locust tree has no leaves, and its bare branches stretch towards the sky, like a hand with the palm facing up, just holding up the moon.
"Zhizhi, what are you looking at?"
After taking a bath, Pei Shu put on a middle-length dress and let her long, thick black hair fall down.
"I'm looking at the trees and the moon." Su Zhizhi turned around and looked at Pei Shu sitting in front of the mirror combing her hair.
Su Zhizhi originally lived in a side hall, but after the two talked for a long time in the afternoon, Pei Shu really liked her, and seeing that she was not afraid of strangers, they slept together at night.
Dongyue closed all the doors and windows.
There were only three people left in the house.
Su Zhizhi watched Pei Shu comb her hair intently, and saw the comb teeth slide from the roots to the ends of the hair.
Pei Shu found her silly look cute and beckoned her over:
"What are you staring at me for?"
Su Zhizhi came over, touched Pei Shu's hair with her little hand, and said in a very small voice:
"Auntie is beautiful. I like looking at her."
Pei Shu rubbed Su Zhizhi's head and combed her hair with a comb:
"Zhizhi is pretty too, with thick, dark hair."
Pei Shu's movements were very gentle, and her every gesture was graceful and calm.
When Su Zhizhi was in Black Bandit Mountain, she had never seen such a woman with such temperament.
She had always heard people say the word "beautiful as a fairy" before, but she had never seen a fairy, so how could she know how beautiful she was?
But she saw it now.
My aunt is like a fairy.
Su Zhizhi looked at herself and her aunt in the mirror and suddenly asked:
"Aunt, do I look like my mother? My father drew me a picture of my mother, but it wasn't of her childhood. Did my mother look like me when she was a child?"
Pei Shu paused with the comb in her hand, and brushed aside the loose hair on Zhizhi's forehead with her fingertips:
"You and your mother have a lot of similar aura and temperament, but your facial features are not quite the same. Your facial features are a bit like your grandmother's."
She held Zhizhi in her arms and patted her gently a few times.
Neither of them cried, but Dongyue next to them kept wiping her tears, and her sleeves were wet with tears.
Dongyue squatted down and said to Su Zhizhi:
"When I first saw you, I thought of your benefactor."
She couldn't explain why. The nose and mouth were clearly not alike, but the way they smiled was very similar.
Su Zhizhi already knew Dongyue's identity, so she asked:
"Sister Dongyue, just call me Zhizhi. Was my mother particularly chivalrous in the past?"
Dong Yue wiped her red eyes again and said with certainty:
"My benefactor is chivalrous and brave, generous and righteous. You are the best heroine in my heart! My humble martial arts skills were also taught by you."
Dongyue was about to cry again after saying this.
She couldn't help it, she couldn't help it at all.
Whenever she thought of her high-spirited benefactor who had suffered so much and left with hatred, it was as if there was a river hidden in her eyes that would never stop flowing.
Dongyue cried for a while and said:
"I will guard outside tonight and will not let anyone get close. Your Majesty and Zhizhi can talk without worries."
Dongyue took several deep breaths at the door before going out.
The young palace maids outside saw Dongyue coming out. They saw in the moonlight that Dongyue's face looked not so good and her eyes were a little red.
"What happened to Sister Dongyue?"
Dong Yue said fiercely, "I'm on guard outside today, so I don't need you here."
The young palace maids understood.
Dongyue usually stayed in the palace to guard the palace, but when Miss Su came, the Empress liked Miss Su, treated Dongyue coldly, and drove her out to guard the door.
No wonder you're crying.
The young palace maids consciously moved away.
The moonlight is hazy, shrouded in a layer of gauze.
The wooden windows cast crisscrossing shadows on the ground.
Su Zhizhi leaned close to Pei Shu's arms and felt the fragrance of her aunt's arms.
Pei Shu patted Su Zhizhi on the back and told her about her younger siblings' childhood:
"...Ling Yun and Xuan'er always quarreled and fought. Ling Yun had been eloquent since he was young, so how could Xuan'er win an argument? But Xuan'er was so strong that Ling Yun couldn't beat her, not even outrun her."
"When they were little, they were chasing each other and fighting. Lingyun fell and bruised his knee. Xuan'er insisted on carrying Lingyun on her back to find your grandmother, but she fell several times along the way. When your grandmother saw them, not only did they both have bruised knees, but they also had big bumps on their foreheads..."
Su Zhizhi giggled under the quilt when she heard this.
She didn't expect that her father, who looked so calm, had fought with her sister when they were young.
No wonder her father was always worried that Xue Che would be bullied when she and Xue Che were playing together. It turned out that her father didn’t win the fight when he was a child.
"Aunt, Che and I can fight, but we both learned Kung Fu. The villagers say it's called sparring."
Pei Shu helped Su Zhizhi pull up the quilt: "I heard from Di'er that you are very good with a whip."
When it comes to kung fu, Su Zhizhi is a little proud:
"I learned the secret manual my mother left behind. No one else can understand it, only I can practice it. Although Ah Che's kung fu is a little worse than mine, it's still pretty good."
Pei Shu asked, "What kind of Kung Fu does he practice?"
Su Zhizhi: "He practiced the Zixiao Sword Technique with Elder Zixuan. I haven't heard of it before, but I heard from the villagers that it's a very famous sword technique that not everyone can learn."
Pei Shu paused while stroking Su Zhizhi's hand. Her throat suddenly felt dry. She paused for a moment in the darkness before speaking:
"Well, I heard it's the most powerful sword technique."
Su Zhizhi asked, "Did my dad cry often when he was a kid? When I was in Black Bandit Mountain, Dad, Mom, I, and A-Che lived together. Dad was the one who cried most easily with red eyes."
"When Dad cries, Mom has to comfort him."
Pei Shu: "Hearing you say that, I feel relieved. It's a blessing for Lingyun to meet Yingniang."
Su Zhizhi nodded: "My father said the same thing. He said that after he followed my mother to the mountains, he learned a lot of things."
Su Zhizhi counted on her fingers:
"My dad used to only know how to read and write, but now he can light a fire, cook, grow vegetables, collect firewood, and even chop dried radish neatly. He's also great at frying eggs. They're round and not burnt at all. I love his fried eggs the most."
"But my dad can be a bit clumsy sometimes. He always buys the wrong soft tofu and firm tofu when he's buying groceries. It's happened so many times..."
Pei Shu listened to Su Zhizhi quietly.
Su Zhizhi felt warm all over, as if a sun had entered her arms and melted the frost under her eyes.
The moon is at its zenith.
Su Zhizhi fell silent while talking, as if she had fallen asleep.
Pei Shu was still patting Su Zhizhi's back, her hands and body were shaking.
Even the tears sliding down the corners of my eyes were trembling.
Unlike the way she cried in front of Murong Yu, she gritted her teeth, covered her lips with her hands, suppressed her low sobs, and wrinkled her eyes with several lines of pain.
The fairy doesn't look good when she cries, just like the moon wrinkled by water.
It makes people want to smooth it over and over again with their hands.
When Pei Shu was halfway through crying, a pair of small hands came around her waist and hugged her tightly.
Pei Shu lowered her head and saw Zhizhi looking up at her at some point, with clear eyes.
"aunt."
Zhizhi called out softly, and Pei Shu's tears fell even harder.
Pei Shu: "Zhizhi...did your aunt scare you?"
Su Zhizhi imitated Pei Shu's patting of herself and patted Pei Shu's back gently:
"It's not scary, but it hurts my heart when I see my aunt crying. I'll pat her."
Su Zhizhi buried her face in her aunt's arms.
It felt as if there was a seed in her chest struggling to sprout and break through her heart.
The palace was large and luxurious, with many servants.
You don’t have to do anything yourself, such as eating, dressing, or making tea.
I heard that the wealthy families in Chang'an City all live like this.
So my father didn’t know how to burn firewood, cook, or cut dried radishes, and he didn’t have to go to the street to buy tofu.
Dad is not stupid, but he has never had to do this before...
Su Zhizhi patted Pei Shu.
Pei Shu cried so much that her pillow was wet.
In the second half of the night, the two finally fell asleep.
The palace is so big.
There is always more than one person suffering from insomnia.
Inside the Ganyang Palace, Murong Yu tossed and turned on the large dragon bed.
He is very irritable.
There are different worries at different stages of life.
When he was young, he was annoyed by the fact that he was not valued. Later, he was annoyed by the excessive reputation of his family and the numerous government affairs.
After becoming emperor, life was not so smooth, and many things were only superficial.
But Murong Yu has been more irritable than ever recently.
He hasn't been to the harem to favor the beauties recently, saying that he has too many things to do.
Even as for Pei Shu, he only called her over during the day to talk and have meals together.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but he finds that—
He can't do it anymore.
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