The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 610 Carved in the bones

When Song Xieyu woke up, it was in the middle of the night, the candles were not bright, and the whole room seemed to be covered with a veil, dark and gloomy. Occasionally, there was the sound of the candle wick bursting, which disturbed the silence of the room.

When she opened her eyes, she was staring at the gray curtains on the top of the bed, suddenly unable to react, whether she was dreaming or in a dream.

He tilted his head and turned his eyes to the side, just in time to see a pear wood chair beside the bed, Xie Chu was wearing a dark green uniform, with a wide belt with moon and white auspicious cloud patterns around his waist, and only a piece of excellent jade was hung on it. The white jade with drooping eyelids, the candlelight seems to hit his outline, his cold white face is alienated and indifferent.

"Third brother?"

Song Xieyu stared at him for a long time before tentatively making a sound, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant like an 80-year-old woman.

Xie Chu's eyes seemed to recover a little brilliance for a moment, and with the focus, the indifference just now was swept away, and he looked at Song Xieyu with heavy eyes, no emotion could be seen on his face.

"woke up?"

He got up, took the teacup on the round table, poured warm water, then strode to sit on the head of the bed, helped Song Xieyu up, and handed over the water glass: "Sleep so sleepy, I can't even wake up."

When he said this, his tone was the same as usual, with a cold tone, serious and serious, so that Song Xieyu was holding the teacup, and he really felt like a dream.

As if it was still yesterday, when Xie Chu came to her yard, she was angry that he was teasing her, so she lured him to Hong Huiyue's yard, walked around the palace on an empty stomach, and then came back to her room to eat.

She has never entered the palace, Xing Xiuyun and Wu Lile have never had any accidents, she did not carry a knife to break into the prince's mansion... These things were just a nightmare she had during her afternoon nap, Xie Chu was waiting for her to get up for dinner in her room, It's a half-true joke that she snoozes like the Seventh Sister...

There was a flash of confusion in her eyes for a moment, but soon, Qingming expanded from the dilated pupils, and finally dyed her eyes into a dark color with no clear meaning.

"How long have I slept?"

Song Xieyu held the cup and drank in small sips, her eyelids were half drooped, covering her black pupils, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly.

She never learned to lie to herself, to live in a daze.

Xie Chu sat on the head of the bed, stared at the top of her hair, and after a long while, he replied calmly: "Three days."

Song Xieyu's hand holding the teacup tightened. She passed out for so long, three days, many things should be settled, right?

"Third brother, don't you have anything to ask me?"

She made such a big commotion, Xie Chu is really so calm?How could you still not ask a word?

Xie Chu took the bottomless teacup in her hand, and said in an unhurried tone, "If you don't want to talk, I won't ask."

Song Xieyu raised her eyes to look at him, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and her eyes shone slightly. The man's face was resolute and his outline was cold and hard, but there was a faint softness in his eyes looking at her.

"Changle, no matter how much trouble you cause, I will always be there."

He pinched Song Xieyu's chin, paused every word, his long and narrow eyebrows were deep, revealing a gloomy anger: "I want you to engrave these words into your bones."

One life for one life?Is her life so cheap?Then Shen Zhaozhao killed him, and he was responsible for everything, how dare she have the idea of ​​one life for another?How dare she conceive the idea of ​​one life for another!

With his chin pinched, Song Xieyu looked up at him, looked at the suppressed anger and fear in Xie Chu's eyes, and felt guilty suddenly.

He seemed intimidated by her.

When this thought came to her, she was taken aback by herself. Dayu, the god of war, did not change his expression in the face of tens of thousands of enemy troops besieging the city. He became famous with less victories and more battles, which frightened the foreign countries, and Xie Chu, who was honored as General Shura.

It's because she's afraid...

Song Xieyu was in a complicated mood and didn't know how to face Xie Chu for a while.

"...I'm sorry." After struggling for a while, Song Xieyu finally spit out these two words dejectedly. When she broke into the prince's mansion, she really didn't worry about Xie Chu.

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly hugged tightly by Xie Chu, and smelling the nice smell of pine wood on the man, Song Xieyu's eyes were sour, and his eye circles suddenly turned red.

Xie Chu's voice rang in his ears, deep and hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress his emotions: "Chang Le, next time...you must not do this! With me here, you don't need to work hard."

Song Xieyu was hugged tightly by him. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that Xie Chu's voice sounded a little unstable, and there was a rare fragility in it.

Hearing the news that Song Xieyu had woken up, Yushu and Yuxian wept with joy and hurried in.

Yushu didn't hold back even more, she didn't go to the bed yet.Tears were streaming down my face.

"Princess, you scared the slaves to death. You must never do this again next time."

Song Xieyu took a handkerchief and wiped her tears in person, and said calmly, "Okay, am I alright? Don't cry anymore."

Yuxian also wiped away her tears, and advised: "Don't make trouble for the princess, hurry up and ask the small kitchen to bring you all the food."

After hearing this, Yu Shu also realized, and got up quickly, the tears on her face were not wiped clean, she was crying and laughing, which looked quite funny.

"Yes, the concubine must be hungry, I'll hurry!"

When Yushu was going out, she happened to meet Yang Jin, and seeing that Xie Chu was indeed here, she spoke behind the screen: "My lord, Doctor Lang is back, and now he is waiting in the study."

Xie Chu glanced at Song Xieyu, who was sitting on the bed with a pale face, and got up: "Since I'm already awake, there's no need to rush Lang Yan over to see a doctor. I'll have a good rest tonight."

Song Xieyu nodded, watched Xie Chu go out, and suddenly lifted the quilt, intending to get out of bed.

Yuxian on the side was startled, and quickly tried to stop: "Princess, why are you getting out of bed in this body? If you want to get anything, you can just use your slaves!"

Song Xieyu waved away Yuxian's hand, put on her shoes, and sat at the table: "How is Xiuyun?"

When Yuxian heard this, the worry flashed across her face, and she kept silent.

Song Xieyu roughly guessed the result of her attitude, and her heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer.

Seeing Song Xieyu's face, Yuxian's blood faded instantly, and she was so frightened that she almost went out to call for someone, but Song Xieyu raised her hand to stop her.

"I'm fine..."

Putting his hands on the edge of the table, Song Xieyu supported himself vigorously, allowing himself to recover from the bouts of dizziness.

"Tomorrow, prepare a carriage for me, I will go back to Huaiyin Palace."

Seeing her state, Yuxian dared not agree easily, she hesitated and said, "But the prince...do you want to ask the prince for instructions first?"

Song Xieyu lowered his eyelids, and the profile of his face became thinner by three points: "Wang Ye, I will tell him in person, you just need to prepare the carriage."

(End of this chapter)