Morbid pet

Light rain suddenly fell from the sky, pattering and soaking the ground.

The world outside Zhuwa on the red wall began to gradually become blurred, and the mist formed by the water condensed in Changle's sight. She tilted her head and coughed, grabbed the bowl of bitter medicinal juice on Linglongyu's table, and gulped it down. go down.

After drinking, I didn't forget to eat a candied fruit, and the expression on my face was relieved.

Chang Le was sitting on the porch looking at the hazy front with confused eyes. A little eunuch ran in in the rain and reported: "The empress took her younger sister to the imperial study, and half an hour later she came out with a smile. Her sister didn't come out with her."

Chang Le nodded slightly to indicate that he knew.

The little eunuch smiled at Dian Cui behind her and ran away in the rain.

Dian Cui glanced at her eyebrows impatiently, Chang Le caught sight of it out of the corner of her eye, she chuckled lightly, "Dian Cui, go, get him an umbrella."

This square-looking little eunuch is called Fang Ji, and he has a relationship with Diancui, so Changle will naturally notice this.

Dian Cui nodded gratefully, picked up the umbrella in the courtyard and ran out.

Die Shi has no opposite food, she was born not bad, so she naturally looks down on these disgusting men in the palace, she doesn't understand Dian Cui's worried mood, just like she doesn't understand Chang Le's feelings for Xie Zhao .

Chang Le smiled and said: "Die Shi, what do you say is love?"

How does Die Shi, who has never been in love, know, but based on the book she has read, she still bites the bullet and said: "His Royal Highness, love should be that you care about me, and I care about you, and care about each other."

Chang Le shook his head, "No."

"Love is when you get caught in the rain, but I just want to hold an umbrella for you. Even if you don't care about me, I will still care about you."

Die Shifu asked inwardly: "Does the princess have her own love?"

Changle smiled wryly: "Do you think Xie Zhao and I are in love?"

Die Shi frowned and thought for a while, "It shouldn't be counted. Your Highness doesn't want to hold an umbrella for King Zhao just because he got caught in the rain."

Chang Le clapped his hands and laughed, "I just want to make the rainstorm on his head more violent!"

Butterfly poetry:.
But how can it be love?

At the same time, Dian Cui ran back, half of her clothes were a little wet, but she didn't change immediately, but ran over and told Chang Le: "Your Highness, King Zhao is still standing at the gate of the platform. I didn’t take the guard’s umbrella, it seems to have been drenched for a long time.”

Changle swallowed another piece of plum-flavored candied fruit, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, she got up and walked straight across the covered bridge into the rain in the open space.

Diancui: "Princess!"

Butterfly poem: "Princess—"

Chang Le just walked straight into the rainstorm. Her headache has eased a little in the past few days, but now it started to hurt again.

She waved away the two maids, and walked straight to the gate of the platform regardless of the umbrellas handed by the maids and mother-in-law.

Changle likes to wear black and gold charm tulle most of the time, with a tube top satin dress of the same color underneath. The black gauze is stained with water, and it just sticks to her body so tightly, making her figure even stronger. The outline is thrilling, exquisite and full.

When Chang Le saw that Xie Zhao was like herself, looking like a drowned chicken, she felt much better in an instant, and she clapped her hands and asked a nonsensical question.

"Xie Zhao, tell me, what is love?"

Xie Zhao raised his head and saw Chang Le and him standing in the rainstorm, the rain was spreading from the top of her head to her body, hair and skin, his heart skipped a beat, "Why don't you bring an umbrella?"

Chang Le stretched out his index finger and shook it back and forth, "Answer my question first, what is love?"

Xie Zhao said softly, "I don't understand love."

Chang Le nodded, "Okay."

"Then I'll answer your next question, because you didn't open an umbrella on purpose, so I also want to try what it feels like to be in the rain without an umbrella."

Xie Zhao's thin lips were tightly pursed into a line, his jaw was as sharp as a knife, and the rainwater dripping from the corner of his jaw had a corresponding arc, it was broken and beautiful, Chang Le looked at him and unconsciously thought of Zhou Yu , his eyes softened unconsciously.

Xie Zhao: "Are you not angry?"

Chang Le smiled lightly: "If you were Zhou Yu, then I would be angry. But you are not him, why should I be angry with you?"

Xie Zhao turned his head to the side, the smooth side face all the way to the neck, really like Zhou Yu.

"Your Highness, what if I am Zhou Yu?"

Chang Le denied it without thinking: "Impossible. I watched him burn to death. That stupid flame burned for three days and three nights, and burned him until there was not even a bone left."

Xie Zhao fell silent.

Sometimes he is really cowardly, and he can't say the last sentence.

He dared not tell Chang Le that he was rescued by his father's old department back then. The old department died in the sea of ​​fire in order to save him. Changle saw that the person who died was his father's old department. standing in the crowd watching
He could only watch, but he couldn't do anything, he wasn't even worthy of a grievance.

He even disappeared in the crowd, unable to raise his head.

Later, it was a matter of entering the palace.

There were very few people who saw Zhou Yu back then, and everyone witnessed his death with their own eyes. For Xie Zhao, a newly promoted eunuch, everyone only thought that he looked similar, maybe he had inherited Zhou Yu's blessing , so that he was promoted very quickly in front of the emperor, and the more he held power, the later the story with Changle.

The moon he spent half his life chasing stood in front of him, and she was thinking about 'him', but 'they' just couldn't meet again.

It's too painful to bring up the past again. It's better not to look back on the road traveled in those years.

Xie Zhao's eyes were firm, he picked up Changle and walked out of the palace.

Dian Cui and Die Shi chased after him, and were about to attack Xie Zhao, but saw Chang Le tilting his head to Xie Zhao with a bright smile, that smile was so weird, as if he was looking at the flesh inside Xie Zhao through his skin!
Waiting at the door early in the morning, there were five Tang Pozi piled up on the carriage, making the interior of the carriage very warm.

Xie Zhao hugged the man and sat in. Changle wrapped his neck around his neck, and said coldly like a seductive poisonous snake: "Abducting a princess is a death penalty."

Xie Zhao took the towel from Midnight and slowly wiped the person in his arms from head to toe. His hands did not avoid her body, and the heat in the carriage became more intense for no reason.

Chang Lehong looked at him, "Xie Zhao, don't think that because of the face of the dead, I won't really touch you."

Xie Zhao continued unbuttoning her body without saying a word, "The clothes on my body are wet, I need to change another one, or I will get sick." His eyes never dared to look at Chang Le's face.

Chang Le sneered, not caring that he was about to undo all the buttons on his body.

Her small white hands pinched Xie Zhao's chin, forcing him to look up into his eyes, "Why, are you scared?"