The Beloved Imperial Consort

When he really took off his outer robe, leaving only his inner garment on the bed, Zong Zhenglin didn't understand why he did what she wanted for no reason.

Fang threw off the quilt and lay down, the woman turned her back, moved her little butt, and snuggled into his arms.

The woman who was arguing about I don't want to look at you just now said honestly, It's uncomfortable to put your elbow on your concubine's vest, you should lift it under your head.

The man behind him took a breath. After a while, the strong arms really supported her head slightly, put her in the arms again, and let her fall asleep peacefully.

Her soft and shallow breath was next to her ear, and Zong Zhenglin's eyes were as dark as ink, and his eyes fell on the ink hair on her moon-white robe, and there seemed to be a brilliance in his eyes.

After she made a scene, he wanted to understand her intentions. This woman brought the estrangement and suspicion between each other that should have been secretly bred to the surface through an awkward moment. It was as if she had kicked his leg, and there was a slight pain in his shin, and then a stab in his heart. Fortunately, she would rather face the unhappiness between the two of them directly than to be angry. Fortunately, he has the same temperament as her.

She dared to offend him repeatedly in front of him, but she believed him. And his boldness compared to hers... Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes without realizing it.

Touching her arm with his left hand, he slid down slowly until he touched her wrist before moving his fingertips. When he pulled her back, his strength was a little out of control...

In the dream, many images from the previous life flowed past, the most profound one was still fixed on the back of the man in the prince's robe, leaving her and leaving alone.

Such an indifferent figure is like an old picture scroll, the color is dim, and even the outline is somewhat blurred. But it's like melting into the flesh and blood, no matter how pure and shallow, it also makes she feel that every touch is icy cold.

not her. Half asleep and half awake, Mu Xiyao suddenly realized that such deep despair and grief came from that memory. The gray sky in the dream, the pattering rain, and the rain that fell, will be the heartbreak of the woman for the rest of her life.

This was the first time she had been there in a dream, and realized how the owner of this body in the previous life was sad and depressed for this man. But the Prince's Mansion in her memory was actually a dilapidated courtyard.

She stood in a strange courtyard. Presumably it should be the small courtyard where she was placed in the mansion when she was a concubine. The old elm tree in the middle is bare and withered. In the flowerbed under the tree trunk, several pots of blooming hibiscus were piled up here and there. On the other side, it was an old rocking car.

Feeling a little depressed, it was only then that she remembered that she had suffered the pain of bereavement for the third time. The glaze has been mottled like this, and there are only children's old clothes inside, and a longevity lock is placed beside it. In the grey, white and desolate courtyard, only the rocking cart and the interior items still bring out some warm colors.

The woman buried her in her heart, and the last concern was probably the three children who had no destiny with her back then.

Her steps were a bit heavy, and she slowly walked up the steps in her dream. Very unwillingly, as if being dragged by someone, Mu Xiyao felt as if her body was bound by someone, and she was bound towards the main house.

In the wide open door, singing suddenly came out. It is the Qingyin widely sung in Qingzhou. The rhythm is slow and slow, and the ending is dragged on for a long time. In the empty and uninhabited courtyard, there was a kind of creepy fright.

The shoulders have already been wet, and the water droplets gradually rising from the stone slab under the feet soaked the satin of the embroidered shoes with cold water, and a chill appeared from the soles of the feet.

Finally, after climbing the last stone step, he settled down and stood still. In the east corner of the main house, a woman with her hair in a bun and a comb in her hand was sitting on an armchair, facing her sideways, alone. Humming a tune in a low voice, he combed his long hair slowly.

My heart suddenly ached. Mu Xiyao frowned, this heart-pounding pain seemed to be experienced personally, it was too real.

Just after Mao Shi, the little woman beside him suddenly made a movement.

Zong Zhenglin opened his eyes, and only then saw the person in front of him clearly with the hazy light, and his pupils immediately shrank.

She curled up, with her small hands on her heart, her expression seemed extremely sad, her eyelashes fluttered, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

The man suddenly regained his sanity. As soon as she saw her weak appearance, his heart skipped a beat as soon as he saw her.

Jiaojiao. He half sat up and hugged her in his arms, wiped away her tears with his thumb, Zong Zhenglin frowned, leaned over and called her softly.

The dream suddenly trembled. As if being twisted by someone, the scene in front of him swirled like a whirlpool. Only the woman was sitting in the room, slowly raising her temples, her pair of empty eyes seemed to be looking at her, or looking at the courtyard outside through her.

Their eyes met at that moment, and Mu Xiyao's heart trembled.

no soul.

The woman was like a puppet who had left her soul, lifeless and lifeless. The face is three points similar to hers, but the expression is dull and rigid.

Yes. She has never been more aware than this moment that the present moment is just a dream. It seems to be able to sense it somewhere, and the person in front of him should be the projection of the remnant soul. Only with memory, nothing else.

Xi Yao. A cry came from nowhere, and the scene in the dream started from the woman, tearing apart like a spider's web.

Xi Yao. Opening his eyes again, his eyes seemed to be sore and swollen, but in front of him was his handsome face with frowning eyebrows.

Zong Zhenglin. Just now, in the dream, my concubine saw her.

Finally woke her up, she was in a trance, and the man's arms holding her tightened slightly. Jiaojiao?

Too unusual. What happened to make her sad in her dreams when she laughs at a stubborn person on weekdays?

Your Highness is not calling concubines like this. My heart really hurts. It seemed that the remnant soul was not harmless to her.

The corners of the eyes are moist, and there is a slight sense of tension on the side of the face. Are you crying? Fang Yu raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, but the man wrapped her palm, making her instinctively look up to see what he meant.

What is it that hurts your heart? Now that she was clear, he put away the soft words just now. Showing affection on the outside like this made her feel uncomfortable. It was really embarrassing to call her face to face.

My concubine seems to have dreamed that I was singing in the house. There are empty rocking carts in the garden, and there is no one waiting around. The small courtyard is very dilapidated, and I don't see you. The little hand tightened his clothes. , buried his head deeply in his arms.

Your Highness, this concubine feels... very cold.

In an instant, my heart ached. Caressing the top of her hair with calloused hands, Zong Zhenglin's phoenix eyes were dark, and too many emotions in his eyes were tightly suppressed.

Bowing his head close to her face, the man's warm breath puffed on his forehead.

Was it his distrust that made her think wildly and believed what Wan Shi said?

He was clasped tightly in front of his chest, and the corners of his eyes and brows were all touched by this man carefully and gently. Her lips were still cold, but she softened her body and leaned against his embrace.

Being haunted by a nightmare, this is also the first time she has encountered it. I don't know if it has something to do with yesterday, but if I have been wronged, I must let him know and share it with him.

I was secretly upset in my heart, but I heard the man's heavy words resounding in my ears.

It's not lonely. I won't make Jiaojiao sad again.

Whether in the previous life or in the dream, it would definitely not be her.