What kind of bad thoughts can Mr. Xiao have?

Chapter 22: Chapter 22
When she opened her eyes again, Xiao Qi was lying on the side of the bed and fell asleep, which even made her think that they were sharing the same bed last night.

Wei Huai'en has completely recovered from the vulnerability of being defeated. She should have gotten out of bed immediately and contacted all the forces that could be contacted so that she could still hold power as Princess Jiarou.

However, it seems that those are not urgent.

Xiao Qi's left arm was still around her waist through the quilt, and she was not far away, as if meeting for the first time, she carefully looked at Xiao Qi's face, who was still charming even though his eyes were black and blue. Face.

He was good to her, she could feel it.

This kind of kindness surpasses the loyalty between master and servant, nor is it the tolerance of her brother, nor the doting of her father, queen and queen.

What was it, what made him willing to sacrifice his life for her?Even if she was about to lose her life, she returned to the East Palace immediately, just to tell her the news of her enemy's death, so that she could burn Yan Weiguang's hair with her own hands to relieve her hatred?
He wasn't even just grateful for her.

He was not the only person she had saved, but he was the only one who was bolder than anyone else and more trusted by her than anyone else.

Before she could figure out why, Xiao Qi's eyelash feathers trembled a few times, and he woke up slowly.

Wei Huai'en didn't know why he suddenly felt guilty, and pretended not to wake up before he opened his eyes, as if he was afraid that he would find him looking at him.

She felt that Xiao Qi moved his left arm slightly, and let out a soft "hiss", maybe it was numb due to maintaining this position overnight.

She couldn't say she wasn't moved, and she felt that based on this alone, she should reward Xiao Qi well.

However, in the next moment, a big cool palm landed on the top of her hair softly, as light as a feather passing by, but Wei Huai'en could hardly maintain the illusion.

He seemed a little too nice.

Xiao Qi just woke up and saw Wei Huai'en's face close at hand, he still had the affection from the night in his heart, so he rubbed the top of her slightly frizzy hair according to his heart.

She slept like a cat, and he felt soft when she saw him, almost thinking it was a false dream.But now that he is sober, there is no reason to be intimate with her.

So he backed away quietly, walked to the door and whispered to the palace maid outside the door to prepare the things she needed for washing, and asked the cook to prepare the chicken soup.

Wei Huai'en quietly opened his eyes, looked at Xiao Qi's silhouette standing at the door, and listened to his rambling orders that he would never have heard if he didn't pay attention.

"Has he always talked so much?"

Wei Huai'en recalled all kinds of Xiao Qi in front of her. In her impression, he was not a talkative person except when reporting the mission trend in detail.

But now what kind of flower petals are used for the flower juice that Xiao Qilian gargles, what temperature is the water, the chicken soup should be peeled to remove the fat before cooking, when to put wolfberries, etc., etc., this worrying and complicated thing, It's kind of inconsistent with him.

The temperature in the morning after the rain was just right, no longer being a prince, it seemed that all the weight on his body had disappeared. In Xiao Qi's soft voice, Wei Huai'en closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Xiao Qi remembered the decoration of the meditation room where Wei Huai'en lived in Huang'en Temple. No matter what the thinking behind Wei Huai'en's decision to go to Huang'en Temple was, he would do his best to make her live comfortably.

Under his arrangement, the palace people packed the things to be taken away in an orderly manner, and she could leave at any time as long as she wanted to.

It's just a pity for the good things he left in the East Palace's private treasury. Although he shouldn't be greedy, those things were bought back by him in exchange for his salary and benefits, and they were all prepared for her.

For the first time, Chief Manager Xiao felt that he was too poor, but he didn't expect that after surviving, he felt short of breath after being restrained everywhere.

Donggong can no longer go, and Xuan Yusi will no longer have his place.

Xiao Qi shook his head, and turned back to Wei Huai'en's bedside. He used to be on an errand, and always felt that the time to stay with her was too short. Now that he is completely free, he is afraid that one day she will feel worthless and get bored.

The numbness and soreness in his arms have long since ceased to be sore, but he was thinking, if he pretended not to wake up now, would he still be able to continue the hug?
"No, Xiao Qi. When she doesn't allow it, you can't annoy her."

he said to himself.

mid-August.

Wei Huai'en has lived in Huang'en Temple for more than a month, the moon is waning and full, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be in a few days.

There is no time in the mountains, and the Buddhist houses in this area are guarded by the Imperial Forest Army, or imprisoned.

So even though Jiang Hong came several times, Wei Huai'en sent Xiao Qi out to refuse the meeting, saying that everything is fine, and uncle and aunt don't need to worry.

However, she did not completely block the news, as long as she wanted news from the court, someone would naturally send it.It's just that when Xiao Qi saw her reading it silently, he put it aside casually, as calmly as if he read a script to relieve boredom.

She didn't seem to care about anything, she didn't care that the arrangement in the court was disrupted, she didn't care about Duan Wang's success, and she didn't care about the gossip in Beijing.

It is also strange that the news of the prince's death has never been heard. Apart from sending Eunuch Le to inquire about the place of Wei Huaide's burial, Emperor Yonghe only announced that the prince's old injury has recurred and he has returned to the palace to take care of him.

It's just that behind these turmoil, there are no things that his identity can detect.

What worried him even more was that Wei Huai'en was like a delicate flower that was extremely difficult to take care of. Even though he took good care of him every day, Wei Huai'en would eat and sleep obediently, but she still languished.

As if she lacked a nutrient that was extremely important to her, she withered day by day, and became more emaciated due to her growth.

The baby fat had completely disappeared, she sat on the stone bench under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and looked at Xiao Qi who came across the courtyard gate with dark eyes.

"Where have you been?"

She always wanted to ask him this question, because since she came to Huang'en Temple, she could only allow him to approach her alone, and even Shui Jing and the others could only enter and leave this small courtyard when he was inconvenient.

It is a kind of abandonment that does not want to be involved with the old environment because of guilt and self-loathing.

Everything that happened in Beijing is a scar for everyone in the Princess Mansion and the East Palace.

Shui Jing had no choice but to follow Xiao Qi's instructions, taking advantage of going down the mountain to buy from time to time, avoiding the surveillance of the Imperial Forest Army, and secretly passing messages to the General's Mansion, his cronies in the Xuan Yu Division, and Li Kong who entered the Xuan Yu Division as he wished.

But it can only be to understand some news that is not available on the surface. They are here and can't do anything.

"Xiao Qi?"

Xiao Qi's answer was a bit slow, and she was a little anxious, urging him to answer.

"Master, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival. I heard that the moon cakes in a pastry shop outside Huang'en Temple are delicious, so I went to buy some."

Xiao Qi walked to the table and put the oiled paper bag in her hand.

"Master, do you want to try?"

Wei Huai'en was sleepy, it seemed that he had lost any interest after he came back, and he just "hummed", which was regarded as his agreement.

After Xiao Qi opened the oil-paper package, she lay down on the stone table with her arms under her head.Xiao Qi knelt beside her to persuade:

"Master, don't lie on your stomach like this. The table is cold. The slave will go get you a blanket."

"It's okay. This mooncake is quite fragrant, and sweet-scented osmanthus is added to the stuffing?"

Wei Huai'en didn't intend to get up. Before Xiao Qi left, according to her intention, he only used a jade hairpin to loosely tie up her long hair. I don't know how she did it, and it was about to completely fall down on the stone table.

"Yes, master, try it?"

Xiao Qi had already cleaned his hands before coming in, broke off a small piece of mooncake that was good to eat, and held it close to her.

Wei Huai'en didn't reach out to take it, but slightly probed his palm and licked the small piece into his mouth, and the wet tip of his tongue swept over Xiao Qi's palm lines.

He pursed his thin lips and withdrew his hands, secretly clenched his fists and touched his palms.

This is not the first time she has treated him like this. Sometimes in the morning when he draws the curtain for her, she will throw herself into his arms by getting out of bed.

Or when she was tired of sitting in the courtyard, she fell into his arms without looking at her, asking him to carry her back to the house.

Or when you can't sleep at night, you have to hold his fingers to close your eyes with peace of mind.

All kinds of intimacy, but they are all separated at the touch of a touch, like a flying bird, which will not stay for any tree.

The same is true for her. In his heart, these dependencies can be considered as a relationship that can only be achieved between lovers. To her, they are just the pampering and doting that a noble princess deserves.

But he was like a chronic poison, obsessed with the intimacy that would happen every day without knowing when and where, even for a moment, it was enough for him to piece together and outline a false dream in his heart.

In the dream, he kept her in his arms for a long time, not allowing her to leave for a minute or a second.

Huang'en Temple can be regarded as the place where Wei Huai'en is under house arrest. Her only pleasure is to get complete obedience and love from Xiao Qi.

Of course she knew that what she had done was excessive, but she wisely held her own and didn't give Xiao Qi another chance to say "inappropriate".

It's just that she didn't know that Xiao Qi was also addicted. For her, this meditation room was a forbidden place, but for him it was a paradise where she could be trapped by his side.

Love and dependence are entangled in the temptation and pull, and they get closer and closer in the whirlpool.

"Well, it's delicious, don't you want to eat it?"

Wei Huai'en swallowed that piece of moon cake, it tasted really good, but she never told Xiao Qi that she didn't like sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Hey, here it is."

She picked up another piece of broken moon cake and put it to his mouth.

Will Xiao Qi take it with his hands, or open his mouth to eat it?Wei Huai'en suddenly became interested and waited for his reaction with burning eyes.

A gust of breeze blew by, shaking off the blooming sweet-scented osmanthus, her sleeves slid to the crook of her arms, revealing her bright wrists in front of his eyes.

In the rain of flowers, Xiao Qi lowered his eyes, and opened his mouth to hold the mooncake between her fingers.

Wei Huaien withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and twirled his fingertips to shake off the residue.

"Do you know, Xiao Qi, I actually hate sweet-scented osmanthus the most."

Xiao Qi's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't believe what he heard. He thought he knew all about Wei Huai'en's likes and dislikes. How could he even get the things she hated wrong?

She smiled lightly, finding his bewilderment amusing.

"In the past, I liked its fragrance, which was so strong that it was hard to forget, and it was also a tree that could shelter from the wind and rain. The queen mother also liked it."

She lay down on the table again, like a flame that had been invigorated with a little fuel, and returned to the original state after exhausting her interest.

It's just that Xiao Qi didn't interrupt her. He could feel that after Wei Huai'en said it this time, he wouldn't say it a second time.

"But after the queen mother left, I started to hate osmanthus.

There is nothing wrong with liking, but after the preference is known by too many people, people and things become one in the eyes of others.

When the queen mother was alive, all things related to sweet-scented osmanthus would be sent to her palace.So after she left, as long as she saw these things, it made Ben Gong feel uncomfortable.

What kind of thing is this, worthy of being compared with the queen mother? "

Speaking of relatives, she was always so sad that he didn't even dare to meet her sad eyes.

"Xiao Qi doesn't know, please punish me, master."

Xiao Qi knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty.

Wei Huai'en talked about other topics as if he didn't hear it.

"What's for dinner? I want to eat red bean paste and your meatballs, is that okay, Xiao Qi?"

Xiao Qi would never refuse her request, she knew it.

But every time she wanted to ask him like this, she didn't even need to call herself "Ben Gong", and looked at him with almond eyes as if she was afraid that he would refuse.

"Yes, the servant will prepare later. It's getting cold, master go back to the house to rest?"

Wei Huai'en jumped forward like a boneless one, Xiao Qi stretched out his arms to firmly wrap her around her.

He didn't say anything, just hugged her tightly silently, stood up and walked into the bedroom.

This is a bit of tacit understanding.If she lowered her posture, he could cross an inch.

After placing her on the small couch under the window, Xiao Qi wanted to straighten up and retreat, but she hugged her neck.

Afraid of dragging her, he quickly stopped his movements, bent over her and hung in the air: "Master?"

"I don't want to be here alone."

Wei Huaien's fingers moved to the side of his neck, itching in his heart.

"The servant will ask Shui Jing to come in to accompany you."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled it off him, but Wei Huaien hooked his fingers again.

"I'll watch you cook in the kitchen, okay?"

Xiao Qi's fingertips had a thin layer of calluses. The moment she held his fingers, the feeling of interlocking fingers that night in Qingluan Palace burned him like a flame.

He quickly withdrew his hand into his cuff and stepped back.

"The kitchen is not the place where the master should go, the slave will go back as soon as he goes."

After finishing speaking, he didn't dare to look at Wei Huai'en again, and ran out in a panic.

Forgetting the sound of restrained footsteps, he ran all the way outside the small courtyard for a long time before completely disappearing from Wei Huai'en's ears.

As the sky gradually dimmed, Wei Huai'en, who was leaning on the couch in a white dress, held up the catkin that Xiao Qi had just thrown off to his eyes, and immediately understood the reason why Xiao Qi was flustered.

When Shui Jing walked in, she saw Wei Huai'en laughing heartily with her arms on her pillow and squinting her eyes. The heart that had worried her for a long time was finally completely let go, and she joked:

"Is there any good thing, master, to hide from Shui Jing? Why is he smiling so happily alone?"

Wei Huai'en tilted his head and reached out to Shui Jing. Shui Jing naturally came over and sat on the side of the couch, and re-pinned her black hair when she lay on his shoulders.

"Sister Shuijing."

Wei Huai'en has been unruly since he came to Huang'en Temple, and Shui Jing persuaded her several times, but she could only call herself that.

"What do you think Xiao Qi looks like?"

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