The two embraced each other tightly, and the scissors cast on the ground melded together and were inseparable. After the great joy of the past, the faint sorrow surfaced, Monsanto Elm closed his eyes and tried to withstand the tears in his orbit. Father is fine, but Po is never there. Nobody knows how important Po is to her. He went, and she didn't even dare to show her sorrow to prevent others from getting sick. Now that there is an opportunity to vent, then, tonight, at this very moment, allow her to sacrifice for him in her heart.
“Mulberry Elm?” Feeling the wet heat coming from her neck, Zhou Wudi frowned, grabbed her jaw and lifted her cheek. White faces were already filled with tears, and women who had always been strong were crying silently.
“What's going on here? Tell me something!” The man's tone is very depressing and although the pear blossom has a beautiful face with rain, he doesn't like it!
“It's all right, I... the concubine is so happy, happy to cry with joy!” Monsanto Elms quickly wiped away tears, and the fragile state disappeared instantly, as if it were a hallucination. Returning from the great sadness and joy, she realized that her feet stepped on a man's dragon boots, her hands wrapped around his neck, and her posture was too intimate.
Three years into the palace, this is her first breakdown, or in front of this man, she is a little surprised, you can't deny that it feels good to have someone sharing joy and sadness with her. Sometimes people are depressed for too long, and they do need to vent.
“Really?” the man shrugged his eyes, nodding his head and kissing her wet corner of his eyes, licking the bitterness left over.
Sister Feng and Sister Kim waited by the door and heard the noise inside. Sister Feng was slightly uncomfortable, but Sister Kim did not move like a mountain. After another half cup of tea, Sister Kim almost saw it. She went up and rang the door and whispered, "Your Majesty, it is not too early for you to go back. The old lady said this is the Cining Palace, not your place to stay. ”
“I am gone, send me.” Breathe deeply between the women's necks, and when Zhou Wudi raised his head, he heeded the order.
Monsanto Elm bent on her knees and was preparing to wear a large pocket, but the man had picked up the outer robe to wear for her first, then squatted down, grabbed her small jade feet, put on her stockings and embroidered shoes, the movement was extremely natural and extremely skilled, as if she had done it a thousand times. Monsanto Elm looked down at him and his eyes couldn't tell the complications. If this person is not an emperor, she may not be sincere, even in the modern age of monogamy, such gentle care is rare.
Dressed neatly, the man smiled and rationalized the mess she scattered across her cheeks and wrapped her tight with a big hammer, which pushed her hand open the door. Sister Feng and Sister Kim, like the two gods of the gate, watched from left to right. Changxi, crowded into the corner, was bowing his head, full of sympathy. The Emperor is so boring to make out with his daughter-in-law for a limited time!
“Tell Miyagi to wait at the gate of the palace. We will walk with Mulberry Elm for a while.” Zhou Wudi gave orders to Changxi.
Chang Xieyeno saw two people walking together into the snow and hurried up to the front umbrella.
The new snow is very clean and sharp, stepping on it as soft as cotton and squeaky and crisp, interesting to hear, hands tightly clamped by men, ten fingers wrapped, sharing each other's body temperature, two lines of footprints stretching in parallel on snow that no one has ever stepped on before, intimately. Without use and calculation, without falsehood and hypocrisy, this is the first time that Monsanto Elm is at peace with a man, and the feeling in his heart is very subtle.
“That's it. Let's go home.” Though he tried to slow her down, the palace gate arrived soon. Zhou Wudi carefully closed her up, photographed a few snowflakes on her shoulder and opened her mouth softly.
“The concubine greets the Emperor.” Monsanto Elm bowed his knees, saw the man still, looked up and asked. As a matter of fact, she can't leave until she sees a man disappear.
“You go first, and I will look at you here.” Zhou Wudi pinched her frozen slightly red nose, the tone was hard to hide and drown. He saw her with a slight eyebrow and wanted to refuse. He held her shoulder forward and turned her around. “Go, wait for me to leave.” The strong tone cannot be rejected.
Mengsang Elm nodded and walked forward for a moment. Turning around, the man actually stood at the gate of the palace and looked back at her. He raised his hand and waved. He seemed to be urging her to return quickly. Welcome Sister Feng with her umbrella, the corner of Monsanto Elm's mouth blossoms with a comfortable smile. The man, although generally bad, was not comparable to anyone else, and he said that the promise of an exit would never fail. Promised to help him find his father, promised to inform himself the first time, and he did it all. She is truly grateful.