Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 447 A New Year's Gift to His Highness
Once people get used to gentleness, they will become squeamish.

A 13-year-old girl could calmly cut flesh and blood in front of her biological mother, but now that she is married and a woman, recalling these past events feels inexplicably sad and aggrieved.

Zhao Xiwei lay in Li Xuanye's arms, and his voice was as soft as a whisper: "Actually, it's not a big deal. When you brought the medicine up suddenly, I was so resistant. It wasn't because I was afraid of suffering, nor pain, nor was I afraid of blood. ..."

She said a few words, then stopped talking suddenly, and hugged him tightly with both arms: "Actually, I don't know what to be afraid of... Ever since I returned home to recognize my relatives, I haven't mentioned the past for a long time... I also It's not that I don't miss her, nor that I forgot her...I..."

She felt a little incoherent, so she simply raised her head, looked at him with those hazy eyes, and said in a childish voice: "You know? Even if I don't tell you, you will know it, right? "

"Yes." There was only one short word to answer her.

But her throat suddenly tightened.

"I know." His voice is cold but not sharp, his tone is powerful but not rigid, like a clear spring rinsing jade, a moon under frost and snow, a little more upright than a teenager, a little more elegant than a youth, listen There is an indescribable sense of security.

He said he knew...

She looked up and stared at him for a long while.

He said something else, but she couldn't hear clearly, and that was the only sentence in her mind.

A hot air rose from her heart, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she murmured, "What do you know?"

Li Xuanye smiled and looked down at her.

Just when she thought he would be perfunctory, a hand lightly landed on the top of her head, and touched it soothingly.Then along her cheeks, it fell a little bit and placed on her shoulders.

She felt his fingers lightly pressed on her shoulders, then slipped from her arms, and finally landed in her palm.

The skin touches, the ten fingers meet, her palm is firmly held by him, the power from his fingertips is firm, warm and tolerant.

What's strange is that with such an ordinary little action, the suppressed emotions in her heart were completely released.

Like the grass buried in the green stone moss, it has experienced a long cold winter, waiting for the sun and rain, and waiting for the spring breeze and rainbow.

"The past cannot be persuaded, but the coming can still be chased..." He entangled her knuckles, pressed the back of her hand with his fingertips, and said in a low and soft voice, "Now that Wei'er has me by his side, we will love each other until we grow old together , no one can separate us, and no one needs you to desperately save..."

He squeezed her finger, put it on his lips, stared at her clearly, and said solemnly: "Your life will never be separated again—"

Zhao Xiwei was startled again.

Those unspeakable emotions entangled her past like vines, and irresistibly invaded her heart every time she dreamed back in the dark night, forcing her to experience the loneliness of being separated from her loved ones again and again.

Everyone knew that after the death of her biological mother, she resolutely defected to the Zhao family, lived a wealthy life as a daughter of the prime minister's family, and then married into the East Palace, becoming the prince's favorite woman.

Everyone thinks that she is lucky, that she can get what others can't even dream of.

But no one knew that she had made a lot of efforts to save Shen Yuqing's life.

In the beginning, only a dozen drops of blood were taken, but when Shen Yuqing was so weak that she could not even eat, she simply cut her fingertips and put them into the mouth of her birth mother.

Using blood to nourish the disease, although the curative effect is not great, but it can only be delayed for a day, and it can be regarded as a day's nostalgia.

If necessary, she would not hesitate to cut off her flesh.

But the problem is Shen Yuqing's illness, and the cause cannot be found.

No one knew how helpless and desperate she was when facing her biological mother's coma again and again.

People who have experienced this kind of pain once will never want to experience it a second time...

Now that someone can understand her thoughts hidden deep in her heart, how can she not be moved and softened?

She stared at him for a while, then suddenly lowered her head, put her cheek against his chest, listened to his steady and vigorous heartbeat, and said affectionately: "Li Xuanye, you are so kind... the best in the world..."

He gave a low laugh, rubbed the back of her head with his big hands, and pressed her firmly in his arms.

Behind her invisible back, his eyes flickered twice, a little flickering.

It seems that she has no idea that the medicine has that kind of effect...

Shen Yuqing asked her to take medicine for thirteen years. Is it really for the purpose of taking blood for medicine?
Perhaps, it is time to investigate Shen Yuqing's illness...

Zhao Xiwei was hugged by him for a while, regained his composure, and called softly, "Your Highness..."

"Ok?"

"I suddenly remembered something!" she said seriously.

"what's up?"

She clasped his shoulders with both hands, and hugged his neck. There was a hint of coquettishness in her voice: "It will be the New Year soon, but I haven't prepared a gift for Your Highness?"

He let her wrap around his body like this, and said with a smile: "Wei'er has time to send it off now!"

"Um……"

Zhao Xiwei froze for a moment.

In fact, she just said something casually, thinking that he would push back a few times, and it doesn't matter whether she says it or not, but she didn't expect him to agree like that...

I wanted to change the subject, but I couldn't bear to see His Highness the Crown Prince's expectant eyes.

However, she tilted her head and thought about it, but she really couldn't think of what to give...

His Highness the Crown Prince pinched her ear, and suddenly said: "I've wanted a gift for a long time, but I don't know if Wei'er is willing to give it..."

Zhao Xiwei looked at him with soft eyes, and was unprepared for a moment, following his words, he asked, "What?"

He curled his lips into a smile, and suddenly approached, whispering something ambiguously.

Zhao Xiwei came back to his senses, his pretty face flushed, he pushed him lightly, and muttered, "Your Highness!"

Li Xuanye laughed out loud.

Zhao Xi thumped his chest slightly angrily: "Stop laughing! Let people outside hear it!"

"Okay, okay, don't laugh, don't laugh..." He stopped laughing, but the smile was still on the corner of his lips, and said, "Would you like to send Wei Er off?"

Zhao Xi snorted softly, raised his hand to support the loose flower hairpin on his head, and ignored him.

He flicked his sleeves and adjusted his clothes, and said solemnly: "The sun has the middle way, and the moon has nine elements...Ling Tailang watches the sky at night, and it is said that everything is suitable tonight..." His tone lowered, "How about just tonight? I will take you on a tour of Qujiang Okay? The river is long, the painted boats are rippling, the wine is fragrant, and the music is lingering—”

Zhao Xiwei's cheeks were flushed by what he said, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand: "Li Xuanye!"

He took advantage of the situation and grabbed her wrist, kissed her lightly, and said with a smile: "Wei'er is so smart, I understand it as soon as I say it!"

(End of this chapter)