He was furious, but his hands were clenched so tightly that veins bulged, but her wrist did not feel any pain.
An indescribable sadness rose in his heart. Shao Qing placed his other hand on the back of his hand and said softly, "I'm just going to rinse my mouth and untie my hair."
She sat back, hugged his waist, and gently leaned her head against his left shoulder: "Husband, I want to talk to you, please don't be angry, okay?"
The light was dim, she hugged him, her cheek against his neck, and gently called him husband.
Familiar people, familiar postures, familiar temperature.
The gentle words touched Wei Jing's heart at once. His anger suddenly disappeared, and his left chest suddenly felt sore and uncomfortable.
He whispered, "Ah Qing, why are you afraid of those imaginary things?"
His voice was very low and a little hoarse: "Can't you really trust me?"
He took her right hand and placed it on his left chest: "It hurts here."
There were waves of dull pain, and compared to this, the shoulder injury was nothing.
Wei Jing was also well-read and had read about love that arises without knowing where it comes from and becomes ever-lasting and lasting. At that time he sneered at the poor intellectuals' whining and complaining, which was totally meaningless.
Until today, he finally understood what it meant to be unable to control one's emotions and be unable to extricate oneself.
His thick black eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were slightly red, and his expression was forbearing. Shao Qing had no doubt that he was in pain.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
A strong sense of guilt arose spontaneously, and his heart felt as if it was being squeezed. Shao Qing's nose felt hot, and his throat was choked with sobs: "I know you are very good. There is no one better than you in this world."
Yeah, he's really nice.
Wei Jing's growing environment was different from his own. He was a man who grew up with ancient feudal education. He is a member of the royal family, high above everyone else, looking down on the world. In the mindset he developed since childhood, love is not something that should exist, let alone being devoted to one person.
However, he now entrusted his true heart to her, giving it his all from the bottom of his heart.
If she were an ordinary woman in ancient times, she would have been moved to tears and would have been so happy that she would have devoted her heart and soul to her lover.
He didn't need to be as depressed as he is now.
Shao Qing felt extremely guilty and murmured, "It's my fault, it's my fault. If it weren't for me..."
If she wasn't an outsider, a heroic man like him shouldn't have been tortured by love.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Wei Jing suddenly interrupted and shouted: "Except for you, what does it have to do with me whether others are good or not?!"
He suddenly hugged her in his arms and said angrily, "Don't you ever say such nonsense again!"
He hit her with great force, and Shao Qing's face slammed into his chest, causing the tip of her nose to ache so much that her tears suddenly fell.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I'm scared!"
Shao Qing burst into tears. She knew she felt guilty towards him, but she was still afraid because she was not an ordinary ancient woman.
"When I was very young, my parents became strangers. In the huge house, apart from the servants, I was the only one left. When I grew up a little, I realized that they could no longer be together."
They divorced, her mother found another man and married far away, and her father simply indulged himself in philandering, so Shao Qing only saw them once in a while.
She leaned on Wei Jing's shoulder, tears streaming down her face: "I thought at that time that if I get married, I must find someone who is devoted to me."
Otherwise, I won’t marry.
"Then I realized it was impossible."
Because she came to this ancient time, "this world is so unfair to women."
It is still acceptable for a man to have three wives and four concubines, and even when he is in his seventies or eighties he can still have a single daughter; but a woman is not even allowed to be jealous. Being jealous is one of the seven reasons for divorce.
Ridiculous and sad.
However, given the general environment, life is precious and we cannot just end it by slitting our necks.
Shao Qing said softly: "I thought, I should take good care of myself and my children, so that I can live a good life and don't have to be as sad as my mother."
She raised her head, gently placed her hands on Wei Jing's face, and stared at his eyebrows and eyes: "But you are really very good, so good that I can't help but like you."
"It's just, it's just because of this that I'm even more afraid. I'm even more afraid that one day, you..."
If you change your mind.
She covered her heart and said, "I'm afraid I will die of heartache."
"I probably won't want to live anymore." But she still has children.
Shao Qing covered her face, tears rolling down from between her fingers.
She was so sad that Wei Jing felt as if his internal organs were being twisted by a hand. It hurt so much that he held her tightly in his arms, "Ah Qing, don't cry."
Only today did he realize that his wife had had this fear since childhood. He felt so distressed, no wonder she hated Shao He, and said anxiously: "Ah Qing, I am completely different from your father. I will never be like him. You have to believe me!"
"Just trust me, okay?"
If Shao He stood in front of him, Wei Jing could cut him into pieces immediately. However, no matter how much he hated this man, he could not eliminate the shadow he brought to his wife.
Not knowing how to prove that he was different from all the men in this world and that he could be trusted, Wei Jing thought about it anxiously and wished he could immediately cut open his chest and take out his beating heart to show her.
Damn Shao He!
"I know you are different from him."
Shao Qing raised her hand again. The man in front of her looked anxious. She carefully described his features and said, "You are very good."
"It hurts me to see you sad. I really want to respond to you. But, but..."
"But my mother told me that it is difficult to change one's nature."
This is what her mother said to her after her second husband cheated on her, and she also said that all men have the same bad habits. Her mother's second husband was a professor, handsome, elegant, gentle and family-oriented. At that time, her father remarried and married a young and beautiful wife. There were red flags flying at home and colorful flags fluttering outside.
“I really want to respond to you.”
Shao Qing was at a loss: "But I have no choice. I can't help being afraid. I can't control myself."
She frowned and pressed her hands tightly over her heart.
"I know I'm wrong, I know I'm sorry for your love, but, but I..."
Her emotions were surging, and she was in great pain: "I'm not good, it's me..."
Wei Jing couldn't bear it any longer, and hugged her into his arms with great strength and tightness.
He was so heartbroken that at this moment, he wished he could eat Shao He alive.
This embrace was as warm and safe as ever. Shao Qing burst into tears: "I'm scared too. You're all I have!"
Yes, he was the only one she had in this world. Seeing him sad and angry, she was actually very anxious and upset. She blamed herself and kept trying to find ways to soothe his sorrow.
"Ah Qing."
The words "You are the only one I have" hit the softest spot in Wei Jing's heart. It didn't hurt at all, but it felt very sore and swollen.
His eyes were hot, and he coaxed in a low voice: "Ah Qing, Ah Qing, don't cry. If you cry again, I'm afraid you'll have a headache again."
In fact, as soon as Shao Qing's emotions exploded, a dull pain arose deep in his forehead. Her head hurt, but she didn't want to stop. She just wanted to cry her heart out and vent all the helplessness and grievances she had felt since she came here.
"Husband!"
She hugged him tightly and burst into tears.
The pain eventually turned into silent sobs, and her tears wet a large area of each other's collars. The exhaustion and discomfort finally made her fall asleep in his arms.
Wei Jing carefully carried her to the bed, gently pulled a thin quilt over her, and asked someone to bring some warm water. He wrung out a handkerchief and carefully wiped her face, then changed her tear-soaked nightgown.
He noticed that she still had a slightly frown on her face in her sleep. She must be having a headache after crying for so long. He placed his big palm on her forehead and rubbed it gently until her brows relaxed again, then he let go of his hand.
The candlestick on the high table in the corner was not blown out, the dim candlelight was soft, and the bed curtains were drawn.
Wei Jing leaned against the head of the bed, holding his wife in his arms, and stared at her in the candlelight that filtered through the gap in the bed curtains.
After not seeing you for a month, your eyebrows and features are still as clear as ever.
His large palms gently stroked her face, his fingertips lightly stroking her swollen eyelids.
Before today, he really couldn't understand his wife's fear. But after crying today, he truly felt her helplessness, worry and fear.
It's not aimless.
How can I get angry again?
That’s not right. I’m still very angry, but this time the target of my anger is that damn Shao He. This grandson made a mistake, and now he has to bear the consequences!
Thinking of Shao He, Wei Jing gritted his teeth again.
After he calmed down, he lowered his eyes and looked at his wife again. He lay down, held her in his arms again, and stared at her face again.
It was late at night, but he couldn't sleep.
Despite all the changes in his emotions, there is one thing that remains unchanged, and that is his desire for his wife to have the same feelings. The two of them are in love with each other and are deeply affectionate.
Looking forward to it deeply and full of hope.
It’s just that it’s difficult. Extremely difficult.
His brows were deeply furrowed.
…
"Husband?"
Shao Qing held up a lacquered tea tray with a white porcelain soup cup on it. When she entered, she saw Wei Jing sitting behind the desk, holding a letter, which he did not open but stared at intently.
He was in a trance.
Shao Qing called him.
Wei Jing finally came back to his senses, put down the letter and looked at it, frowned slightly and said, "Didn't I tell the kitchen staff to do it? Why do you need to go?"
He stood up, took the tea tray, put it on the table, and took her slender hands to check if there were any burns.
"The kitchen has never made medicinal food."
Wei Jing naturally would not employ anyone from the former county governor's office. The chef he was using now was from the military camp, and was not very good at making medicinal food. She would feel more at ease if she went to take a look. Besides, she only needs to check when putting the ingredients into the pot. She doesn't even need to keep an eye on the heat. How could it get burned in just a glance?
Shao Qing glanced at him with a smile, "What were you thinking about just now?"
Wei Jing smiled: "Nothing?"
Shao Qing sighed softly at the expected answer.
After talking it out that night, the two reconciled. He cares for her more, and she cares for him more. But Wei Jing would often be absent-minded, with his brows furrowed and full of worries, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
Shao Qing could probably guess what he was thinking, but, alas, as she had said that day, the concerns caused by the general environment were not something that even she herself could eliminate.
She could only feel more sorry for him and be more accommodating to him.
"Eat the soup quickly, it's best kept warm." The effect will definitely be worse if it is left cold.
She served out the medicinal food.
Although Shao Qing repeatedly emphasized that he just took a look, in Wei Jing's mind this was what his wife had cooked. He ate everything except the bones, including the soup.
"Does it still hurt?"
After he put down the spoon, Shao Qing gently touched his right shoulder.
When the couple was talking that day, he moved too much and the wound burst open. But he didn't care. The next day, when she was changing his clothes, she found the bloodstain. She frowned and scolded him, then hurriedly called the military doctor to re-bandage the wound.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Wei Jing didn't care about this minor wound. He moved his body and pulled her to sit on the armchair.
The armchair was spacious, but she had a slim figure, so it didn't feel crowded. Shao Qing carefully examined Wei Jing's face. After a few days of recovery and medicinal diet, the paleness on his face had almost disappeared, and he looked in very good spirits.
She was very happy: "That's good."
Shao Qing turned his eyes and glanced at the letter he had just put down: "Huh? The letter from Zhongyuan, is it the news from Prince Ji?"
Speaking of Prince Ji, this vassal prince who was originally judged to rebel within a month, turned out to be surprisingly calm and did not raise the banner of rebellion for two months.
There must be something wrong when something is out of the ordinary. I don't know what big move this person is planning. Although they are thousands of miles apart and have no connection with each other, Shao Qing is extremely curious.
"Yes, it was just delivered."
Wei Jing opened the letter, but when he unfolded it and took a look, a strange look appeared on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Shao Qing also came over, and when she saw it clearly, she also opened her eyes wide.
It was Prince Ji who really rebelled.
This is not surprising, it's just that the slogan he raised was too unexpected.
Uh, this person is actually using the name of Wei Jing’s mother and brother.
The author has something to say: Student Wei has been thinking hard, I hope he can come up with something soon!
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