Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 362
Zhao Xiwei subconsciously withdrew his feet, and secretly cursed in his heart, with his posture of being able to swallow himself alive at any time, and having accumulated so much resentment these days, he will definitely die a miserable death...

No matter how painful the cold was, she didn't pass out, but he could make her pass out...

In fact, she was thinking too much.

His Royal Highness smiled slightly, and had already neatly put on her shoes and socks, then pulled down the hem of her skirt to cover the toes of her shoes, and asked with a bright face: "New Year is coming soon, what does Wei'er want?" Gift?"

Gift?

The first gift Zhao Xiwei received in his life was a hairpin from his mother.

Later, when Li Xuanye found it, he imitated the style of the hairpin and gave it a more exquisite one.

Not only that, he gave away dozens of sets of beautiful clothes and jewelry without repetition.

Now he is asking her seriously what gift she wants, but she really can't remember...

She jumped off the bed, took Li Xuanye's hand, and smiled sweetly at him: "I like whatever your Highness gives you!"

"Your request is too low..." Li Xuanye raised his hand and called the palace servants in.

"It's not that I'm demanding, it's a gift from His Highness!" Zhao Xiwei took the cotton towel from the hand of the court lady, soaked it in hot water, then wrung it lightly, and stood on tiptoe to clean His Highness's face.

Although her figure is rare and tall among women, she is still half a head shorter in front of Li Xuanye.

Li Xuanye had no choice but to lower her head halfway, and through a thin cotton towel, her soft palm stroked her eyebrows, nose, corners of her lips, cheeks, chin, and Adam's apple inch by inch...

He suddenly felt that it would be good if he continued to be like this for the rest of his life.

After he finished washing, the maid came in with orange peel and rose water.

He squeezed Zhao Xiwei's hand and put it into the basin, saw the rose petals floating in her white and tender palm, and said with a smile: "You like everything you say, and then you must not go back on your word!"

Zhao Xi was slightly puzzled: "It's just a gift, what's there to regret?"

The corner of His Royal Highness's mouth twitched: "Wei'er will know when the time comes!"

Zhao Xiwei suddenly had a bad feeling.

What is he going to give?
However, Zhao Xiwei didn't have time to dwell on this issue.

After breakfast, the emperor sent Cao De over to deliver a message, ordering the crown princess to go to the Pearl Mirror Hall to discuss the palace banquet with the concubine Shu.

After entering the palace several times, very bad things happened, Zhao Xiwei couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

Li Xuanye saw through her uneasiness, so he thoughtfully said that he had a few papers to send to the Zichen Palace, so he took her in the carriage with him openly and aboveboard, all the way to the inner court, and ordered Cao De to take Zhao Xiwei to visit Shu in person. Concubine, she herself is waiting in Zichen Hall.

For this concubine Shu who is related to her by blood, Zhao Xiwei is actually very strange, so unfamiliar that she is no different from other concubines in the palace.

Even sitting and chatting at such a close distance is the first time.

She couldn't help but sized up Concubine Shu carefully.

Concubine Shu is very beautiful, but what is more noticeable is her black and shiny hair.

There are people in their thirties, their hair is still as vigorous as a girl's, and they are tied high in a peony bun with two hibiscus flowers inserted. Their complexion is dazzlingly white, but they look timid, like a girl who has never seen the sun all year round. Kind of white.

As for her wrist holding the teacup, although she tried her best to keep it steady and dignified, Zhao Xiwei still felt her trembling from the crisp sounds of varying severity when she was holding the tea tureen.

Of course she wasn't nervous.

Then the only possibility is that Concubine Shu has a hidden disease.

Zhao Xiwei only took one more look, then Concubine Shu smiled and said: "Last night, I caught cold, a little bit cold, which made the Crown Princess laugh."

The burning earth dragon burned in the Pearl Mirror Hall. A person like Zhao Xiwei who is afraid of the cold can feel his hands and feet sweat slightly while sitting here. If Concubine Shu is still cold and her fingers are trembling, it proves that she is not in good health...

However, Zhao Xiwei's conjectures are conjectures, but on the surface he pretended not to know at all, and only followed Concubine Shu's words and replied: "Yes, the empress takes care of the two little princesses, so she is naturally more tired than others."

Speaking of the little princess, a faint smile appeared on Concubine Shu's face: "Yes, it's just too noisy and worrying."

Zhao Xiwei praised kindly and said: "Children, it's better to be naughty."

She shook her wrist, put the teacup on the table, and looked at Zhao Xiwei again.

Zhao Xiwei raised his face calmly, allowing Concubine Shu to stare at him carefully.

For some reason, she always felt that Concubine Shu looked at her with a complex love-hate relationship.

Perhaps, as Zhao Ziyi's younger sister, Concubine Shu hated her mother very much, right?Or maybe, when my mother was in the capital, did she have any festivals with Concubine Shu?
She kept guessing in her heart, but it was just guessing. She knew that no one would reveal the answers to these past events for her.

It is understandable to hate her, after all, from top to bottom in the Zhao family, there is an inexplicable hatred for her mother.

But where did that love come from?
She knew very well that, judging from Concubine Shu's avoidance the past few times, Concubine Shu didn't treat her like a family member.

Concubine Shu stared at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled softly: "Princess Concubine and Shen Yuqing are really similar, but they are much prettier than her."

Doesn't this mean that her beauty is completely inherited from Zhao Ziyi's genes?

Zhao Xiwei didn't want to be serious about this kind of thing, so he smiled and said: "It sounds like Concubine Shu and my mother are very familiar."

"It's not very familiar." Concubine Shu's pale face turned to the entrance of the hall, as if she was looking at the distant past, and said lightly: "Your mother was arrogant before she was alive. The male students in the school talk about scriptures and don’t like dealing with boudoir girls like us.”

Zhao Xiwei showed a surprised expression.

It was the first time she heard comments about her mother from others.

And this evaluation is not at all like the mother in her impression.

The mother in my impression was gentle, kind, and aloof from the world. How could she be such an arrogant person?

Concubine Shu smiled, and looked at Zhao Xiwei with admiration: "You are stronger than your mother. You have a tough heart, you know how to judge the situation, you know how to show weakness and tolerance, and you know how to handle a man's heart. You will definitely live better than her happiness."

Zhao Xi was stunned for a while.

What does it mean to hold a man's heart? Does it mean her and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?
She laughed at herself, now that she can't even serve the bed, why do outsiders think she is using special favors?
As if seeing through her thoughts, Concubine Shu's eyes flickered, and she said leisurely: "Do you still remember what I sent Mingyu to tell you before the big wedding?"

Seeing that Zhao Xi was slightly confused, she immediately smiled again: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, having a sword in your hand is not as good as having a sword in your heart, and having a sword in your heart is not as good as having no sword in your heart. People may not be able to get honor and favor, but those who never take any honor and favor in their hearts are the ones that men will never forget."

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It was past 1 o'clock last night when I finished writing, and I got up at 7 o'clock to go to work again, so sleepy...

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