Solitary pet

Chapter 147

Walking to the gate of the palace, the little servant next to him shouted: "My lord, be careful where you step!"

He stepped forward, his toes touched the threshold, and his body fell heavily forward.

The servant made a move and helped him in time.

Shen Hao pushed the little servant away.

There is a cloud of burning clouds in the sky, and there are many palaces, cornices and corners, hidden under the burning flames, which is tragic and desolate.

Behind the wall, He Sheng was dumbfounded.

Li Fuquan couldn't bear it, and said: "Do you understand what the saint means?"

Sure enough, the royal family couldn't tolerate her.

She is too naive.Even the Wei family can't bear her, let alone the Tian family.He should have expected that the gap between her and him was too great, even if he worked hard all his life, he still wouldn't be worthy.

Tears welled up in his eyes suddenly, and he wanted to cry.

Li Fuquan was taken aback for a moment, seeing her bowing her head and sobbing like a little girl, she cried so much that she was full of makeup, very sad.

Hey, this is life.Li Fuquan sighed, and gropingly took out a bright yellow silk cloth from his sleeve—it was the will of the saint.

"Yao Hesheng listened to the order—"

He Sheng stared at him blankly, wiped the corners of his eyes with the corner of his sleeve, then knelt down to accept the order.

"The Yao family is born with a pure and good nature, but he has no relationship with the royal family. I hope to move out of the Pingling Palace, and I will have no entanglements with my son for the rest of my life."

He Sheng hung his head, speechless.

Li Fuquan had no choice but to help her up, "Girl, go back and live your own life, the royal family is not suitable for you."

He Sheng trembled his lips and asked him: "Eunuch, can you let me meet the saint?"

Li Fuquan shook his head.

He Sheng was in a daze for a while, then came back to his senses, wiped away his tears and stopped entanglement, turned around, and walked out of the palace gate in a daze.

The little servant outside the door led the way, took her out of the Chongyang Gate, crossed the covered bridge, and saw Shen Hao standing outside the gate of the Four Palaces waiting for her from afar.

She looked at him as if it was yesterday.

When you come, you are full of joy, and when you go, you are sad.

Since then, she can no longer be his little girl.

Shen Hao stepped forward, pretending nothing happened, and asked her softly, "Why are you here so late?"

"Sleeping in the inner hall for a while." She covered her eyes with her sleeves, not wanting him to see her red and swollen eyes.

He frowned and asked, stepped forward and pulled her sleeve: "What's wrong?"

She winked, put on a show, buried her head and said: "Oh, there is sand in the wind, and it got into my eyes."

He hurried forward, held her face in his hands, "I'll brag for you."

He exhaled softly.

He Sheng's nose turned red, such tenderness, I'm afraid he will miss out in this life.

Pinch yourself, hold back the tears.The pain in the body is nothing compared to the pain in the heart.

She leaned towards him, "My lord, let's go back quickly, the fish is still stewing in the pot."

Shen Hao bowed his head and kissed her forehead, "Come back now."

As the sun sets, a horse and two people hug each other in love.

With the sound of horseshoes, the short distance of more than ten miles from the imperial city to the palace took half an hour longer than usual.

Shen Hao asked cautiously: "Did the saint see you, did he say anything to you?"

He Sheng shook his head.

Shen Hao breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she didn't know.

The clouds in the distance are surging, half red and half bright purple, it is going to rain.

"Ah Sheng." He called out in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"When I come back from court tomorrow, let's go to Wei's house to get the remarriage certificate, shall we?"

He Sheng bit his lip and moved his gaze to the side of the street.

From time to time, vendors passed by, and the husband and wife closed their stalls and walked back, talking and laughing.

If only they were just ordinary people, she could stay by his side forever and repay his kindness in a long way.

"Grandpa, I'll go to sleep in your room tonight."

Shen Hao was stunned, at first he was entangled in sorrow because of her silence, but now hearing her say this, his troubles were temporarily put to the back of his mind, and he simply didn't think about it.

Squeezing her little face, she brought it close to her ear: "Ah Sheng, do you want to warm the bed for me?"

He Sheng rubbed his eyes, turned around and kissed his chin, smiling brightly: "That's not true, the prince wants to warm the bed for me."

Shen Hao rubbed the top of her head, "Okay."

Back home, the kitchen served crucian carp soup.He Sheng wrinkled his face and said, "Oh, it's already done, I want to stew it myself."

Cuiyu stepped forward: "If the fish is in the pot, if the cook doesn't let the cook handle it, then a good fish will be wasted."

Shen Hao scooped up a bowl and handed it to her, "In my heart, this is what Ah Sheng cooked himself."

He Qi was discouraged, picked up the bowl, and fed him clumsily.

With a pair of eyes staring eagerly, every spoonful is full of heart, poured from his mouth into the bottom of his heart.

Her face is close at hand, her charming eyes, soft mouth, such a well-behaved person, he will never tire of seeing her all his life, how could he be willing to let her go away from him.

There will be a way.He begged the sage again, every day, and one day, the sage would relax.

Ah Sheng is his, no matter whether it is the saint or the Wei family, no one can take her away from him.

They came back late, and after a meal, it was almost Hai hour.

Shen Hao wanted to take her for a walk in the grove, but just after he left the house, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the raindrops fell down with a crackling sound, and the bean-sized water droplets hit the back of his hand, causing some pain.

He Sheng withdrew his hand and tugged at his sleeve: "Master, let's go back to bed."

The servant girl led the way with a lamp in front, and the pale yellow light shone on her feet, making her dizzy.

The cold wind was blowing into the collar, and he hugged her tightly, pinching her under his shoulders, and asked, "Is Ah Sheng cold?"

(End of this chapter)