Morbid pet

Xie Zhao has a peaceful temperament, and as long as you lean against him, you will always be attracted to him unconsciously.

Even when he is leaning on the boat and reading a book, the lines of his profile are so smooth that it is impossible to distinguish them.

Chang Le was looking at the mountains and rivers outside, and looked back at Xie Zhao lazily with his head propped up.

Xie Zhao followed her gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

Changle shook his head: "I thought maybe I was lucky enough to meet you."

If Changle hadn't met Xie Zhao, perhaps he still wouldn't know what a wandering life he lived in the Western Regions. When he returned to the Ming Dynasty, he would still be a slut that everyone scolded. After all, no one could say a good word about her, but Xie Zhao Zhao is different.

He pulled Changle out of the mud.

Not only was it pulled out, it was also pulled deep.

The light finally fell on Chang Le's shoulders, and she also wanted to hold an umbrella for Xie Zhao to keep out all the haze.

Xie Zhao said warmly: "We, Chu Chu, have grown up and we know how to praise me."

Chang Le laughed hahaha. The bamboo house on the Lixin Lake arrived soon. Chang Le reluctantly got off the gorgeous boat. Xie Zhao saw her reluctance and agreed: "If you like it, I will bring you here tomorrow." When we sit on the painting boat, I will have the place cleared in advance and no one will be allowed to come up. There will only be two of us in the entire lake."

Only Xie Zhao can say such overbearing words as a matter of course.

Chang Le just shook his head, "No need for now. I mainly think it's fun to watch people. It's too deserted in the palace. Alas." She sighed inaudibly, hitting Xie Zhao's heart directly. He raised his eyes and looked at Chang Le, "What's wrong Chu Chu?"

Changle said gently: "It's a bit sentimental. Go and cook for me!"

Xie Zhao touched the tip of his nose and said, "...Then wait a moment."

Chang Le turned around and walked away, and Xie Zhaocai walked towards the kitchen.

Xie Zhao was not a skilled chef, and most of his daily meals were prepared by the imperial kitchen in the palace.But today was different. Xie Zhao personally cooked a dinner for Chang Le.

The dishes are simple, just a few plates of vegetables, two bowls of white rice, a plate of sweet and sour pickled radish and a light and refreshing egg custard.

Changle smiled happily while eating, and praised: "This dish is even more delicious than the one in the imperial kitchen."

After hearing this, Xie Zhao smiled even more.

"As long as you like it. Because the cooking conditions in Zhulou are limited, we don't have to cook those complicated dishes. If you want to eat those dishes, you can go back to the palace to cook them. Let's eat some specialties from Chongxin Lake today."

"By the way." Changle suddenly asked: "What gift did you say you wanted to give me just now?"

Xie Zhao put down his chopsticks, picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, "Have you forgotten?"

Changle tilted his head and thought for a long time, "Oh——"

She patted her head and said, "I almost forgot that it was the "Moon over the River" you gave me."

"Yeah, right." Xie Zhao nodded.

Chang Le smiled and hugged Xie Zhao's arm, "When did you give it to me? I don't even know."

Xie Zhao laughed: "Didn't I tell you last night?"

Changle suddenly realized: "It turns out that I was confused by my sleep."

After Chang Le had eaten and drank enough, he lay down on the bed to rest, while Xie Zhao continued to deal with official duties.

It was an ink painting, with the blue clouds swaying with black ink, and the golden moon hanging in the sky reflected in the pool.The artistic conception is soft and strong, and each stroke is powerful. Changle likes it very much. This is a work by the master Li'an. Even if it is hard to find in the market, this painting was specially customized by the master Xie Zhaozanli, because Chang Le likes the moon, and Xie Zhao also thinks she is the moon.There was such a work, and Changle couldn't put it down.

This gift was indeed delivered to her heart.

It is much harder to find here than a thousand pieces of gold.
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As the night progressed, Changle felt as if he was sleeping on a soft and comfortable bed, and a man's deep voice came to his ears: "Are you asleep, Chu Chu?"

Chang Le opened his eyes, and what came into view was Xie Zhao's handsome face. He reached out and stroked his hair, and said in a lazy tone, "Why did I fall asleep?"

"Maybe she's been too tired recently." Xie Zhao pulled the thin blanket for her, "Go to bed early today, I'll stay with you."

Changle closed his eyes obediently.

Xie Zhao leaned down and kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep, good night."

The next morning, Changle woke up leisurely.Xie Zhao is no longer around.

She rubbed her eyes, got up, put on her clothes and walked out of the bed. When she saw a brand new set of clothes on the table, Changle couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. After finishing dressing, she walked to the door and called, "Thank you, Mr. Xie?" "

No one in the room answered.

Chang Le opened the window and looked into the yard, only to see Xie Zhao standing under the tree, looking up at a peach blossom.

The peach blossoms were blooming beautifully, and the red petals were flying in the wind. Xie Zhao looked at it very intently, as if the beauty in the entire Central Plains could not match his one look.

The sunlight fell on the tips of his dark hair, which seemed to be coated with a layer of gold.

Changle stood on the porch and watched fascinated.

"Why are you up so early?" Xie Zhao turned around when he heard the noise and smiled at her, "I was afraid of waking you up."

"I've had enough sleep." Chang Le ran over to hold Xie Zhao's arm and followed him down the steps. "What time is it now? I'm hungry. I want to eat the porridge you made."

Xie Zhao said: "The porridge is still cooking, it will be ready later."

He led Chang Le around the corridor and across the courtyard to the pavilion. Xie Zhao held her waist and made her sit on the stone bench, and then brought tea to Chang Le.

Chang Le took a sip of hot tea and squinted his eyes in comfort, "On such a hot day, sitting in the pavilion and blowing the wind is quite interesting."

Xie Zhaoxiao: "If Chu Chu likes it, I will have someone build a pavilion for you to enjoy the scenery someday."

"No need." Changle waved his hand quickly: "This is too extravagant."

"It's not worth anything. I can just ask someone to repair it at any time." Xie Zhao said, "If you like it, it's worth everything."

A warm current surged in Chang Le's heart. She held Xie Zhao's finger and whispered, "A Zhao, you are so kind."

Xie Zhao lowered his eyes and said, "It's okay with Chu Chu."

The two looked at each other with deep affection in each other's eyes.

Chang Le leaned into Xie Zhao's arms and murmured: "Actually, the better you treat me, the more uncomfortable I will feel."

Xie Zhao laughed softly, "Fool."

He stroked the top of Chang Le's hair and said gently: "No matter what you become, I will still love you."

These words made Changle's heart beat fast. She looked up at Xie Zhao's cheek, "A Zhao..."

Xie Zhao pinched the tip of her nose and said, "Do you still remember when we first met?"

"Remember." Changle recalled that rainy night, "We just met at that time, and I didn't recognize you yet."

Xie Zhao's smile was slightly bitter, "Actually, that was our third meeting."

"The third time?" Changle wondered: "Have you seen me elsewhere before?"

"We have met twice." Xie Zhao's voice revealed a bit of regret and longing: "But this is not the first time we have met."

"Then where did we first meet?"

Xie Zhao was silent for a long time, and finally uttered a few words: "In the summer before your mother died, I saved you in the streets of Chang'an City."

Changle's eyes widened: "Really?"

Xie Zhao nodded, "Of course it's true."

Changle said excitedly: "No wonder I always felt that you were very familiar to me back then!"

Xie Zhao smiled and said, "I also remember every word you said back then."

He lowered his head and stared at Chang Le, his voice gentle, "Chu Chu."

Changle's breathing stopped for a moment, and Xie Zhao continued: "You are worth it. You are worth more than the King of Heaven. The death of your mother and concubine has nothing to do with you. It is the problem of the late emperor. Don't let the mistakes of the past become yours." A lifetime of bondage.”