The visitor stood up, bowed, and hurriedly ran out.
As soon as the person left, Lu Wanying lowered her neck and stared at the cloak in her hand, then grabbed it and took a deep sniff. It was clearly the clean and cold scent of cedar.
She closed her eyes and buried her head in her cloak.
Soon, muffled sobs sounded in the room where the incense was burning.
Ruizhu remained silent and lowered her head.
*
A group of people who went to Yanzhou according to the emperor's order set off in the afternoon, and Chen Dechun was among them.
Liang Huan went to see them off, knowing that they would not be able to come back for months after leaving.
When parting, Chen Dechun briefly exchanged a few words with her. In the eyes of others, they only regarded it as the master's instructions and instructions to his disciples.
After coming to Yuezhou, although I didn't hear anyone talking openly, I could still detect the occasional glances.
The emperor always had a fixed number of people serving him, but suddenly there was a female disciple of the Imperial Medical Ling, which naturally attracted attention. More importantly, not only was the Imperial Medical Ling kind and polite to this female disciple, he even allowed her to live freely in the emperor's residence. In and out.
Some people said privately that when the emperor was still the King of Qi, he once had a mediocre concubine. Because she was proficient in medical skills, she also worked with the King of Qi to treat floods and provide disaster relief, but little was heard about her later.
When you think about it, it makes sense. The female disciple is fake, but the concubine is real.
When Liang Huan heard what Qingzhu said, she just smiled, guessing that Yu Wenjue had deliberately released the news to facilitate her actions.
*
After Chen Dechun left, Liang Huan became even busier.
During the day, Liang Huan and Yu Wenjue were busy with their own affairs and hardly saw each other. Only at night did they have the opportunity to sit together and talk.
What we are talking about is either the Yanzhou area or the situation in Jinye and Pingwucheng.
Liang Huan finally rejected the proposal to send Xi'er to Yuezhou. Not to mention that the front line was not yet stable, but there was still the matter of quelling the chaos that needed to be dealt with.
After working hard for several days, Liang Huan was also a little tired. He rubbed his sore neck, put away the prepared pills, and went for a walk in the courtyard to get some fresh air. Not wanting to see the sweet-scented osmanthus tree beside the wall blooming well, he followed her. Qingzhu suggested picking some to make pastries, dividing some of the finished ones to give to Xiao Qianyi, and using the rest for herself.
Seeing that it was still early, I went to the blister to prepare ancient soup for dinner.
When I came out of the blister again, the lights were on in the courtyard.
When the first piece of mushroom was thrown into the pot, Yu Wenjue came back.
I couldn't help but be surprised when I saw the antique soup and pastries on the table.
My somewhat dull heart suddenly became clear.
He raised his hand to block the others, with a smile in his eyes.
"Are you cooking?"
Liang Huan glanced at the person with burning eyes and frowned: "Yes, why are you so happy?"
After saying that, he put down the chopsticks in his hands and stood up to help him change clothes.
Before she could reach her, she was pulled over by him, his chin rested on her shoulder, and he sighed: "Do you know how long it has been since I ate something you made with your own hands?"
In fact, she was not good at cooking, but during those days when she lived in Prince Qi's Mansion, no matter what she did, Yu Wenjue would eat it cleanly, which once made her think that her cooking skills had improved greatly.
Now that she said this, how could she not understand the meaning?
Liang Huan's eyes were astringent, but she was very angry: "You do this every time."
Yu Wenjue was a little confused and looked at her strangely: "What do I do every time?"
Liang Huan tilted her head and glared at him: "First you praised me for making tea well, then you coaxed me into making tea for you for so long, and then you tricked me into giving birth to a child for you, and now you just started fighting me and asked me to be your pawn." What’s the cook’s idea?” Hearing this, Yu Wenjue hugged her and laughed softly.
Seeing him smiling so happily, Liang Huan said angrily: "You are not allowed to laugh."
Yu Wenjue nodded and looked at her with interest: "There is indeed a way. Do you want to try it?"
Liang Huan's face suddenly turned red, and she turned away from him angrily: "You are really—"
Yu Wenjue stopped teasing her, tightened his arms, and sighed quietly: "Huanhua, let's always be together like this, okay? Even if you don't want to make tea, have children, or cook... it doesn't matter, just now. That’s good.”
After spending so many days together, he could clearly see that there was always a layer between them, and he also knew that it was not intentional.
Yu Wenjue narrowed his eyes and stepped away to look at her: "You don't know, although I know that Qingzhu is with you, I am still worried that you will leave without saying goodbye like last time. I have to send someone to see what you are doing. Peace of mind.”
Liang Huan suddenly felt sad: "There is no need to send anyone to see us in the future."
He said and touched his face: "Since you have lost and found something, you should cherish it. Also, what you just said is wrong, we will get better and better."
"You—" Yu Wenjue looked at her, his eyes gradually becoming moist, and he didn't know what to say.
Liang Huan met his gaze: "Looking back over the years, you have always been the one taking the initiative, while I have always avoided problems when I encountered them. If you think about it carefully, it really shouldn't be the case. Why is it not because of me that you become sick with worry?"
She lowered her head and calmed down, then looked at him again: "Don't worry, it won't happen again. No matter you are Lu Xiu or Yu Wenjue, you are my husband. I will always trust you, respect you, and love you."< br>
Yu Wenjue stared blankly at the smiling person in front of him, with tears and laughter on his face.
Liang Huan sniffed and took out something from his sleeve. "Look, I've always kept it."
Yu Wenjue was surprised and took it. It was their wedding invitation.
With just one glance, tears welled up. He was hoarse and hugged her tightly, unable to say any more unnecessary words.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Back then, he misunderstood her and turned a blind eye to her request for help...
Liang Huan gently stroked Yu Wenjue's back, and it was only at this moment that she realized that the pain he was hiding in his heart was no less than his own.
In the villa in Lincheng, Xiao Qianyi told her that Yu Wenjue was apologizing to her even in her dreams...
But how can you blame him for all this?
Liang Huan stood on tiptoes and kissed his eyes: "Don't say such silly things in the future."
She raised her face and gently wiped his wet face, smiling with tears in her eyes: "For the sake of my meticulous preparations all afternoon, won't Your Majesty seize the time to try it?"
Yu Wenjue was stunned for a moment, then held the hand that wiped his tears: "You... agreed?"
Liang Huan smiled and nodded: "You are willing to bear the reputation of lusting after beauty for me, how can I be timid anymore? Aren't you just the enchantress who brought disaster to the country? It's not a new term, I -"
Yu Wenjue grimaced: "Don't talk nonsense. You are my wife, and you will still be the queen of Zhou Dynasty in the future. No one can slander you, not even yourself."
Liang Huan saw his expression changed and stopped joking.
If he insists on making himself queen, he will not know how much risk he is taking, and how much pressure and resistance he will encounter in the future.
Liang Huan sighed. Wasn't this the reason why she refused?
"Okay, I understand. I promise not to talk nonsense in the future."
Yu Wenjue held her hand and looked at each other, especially seriously: "I did not do it for you, but for myself. I want the world to know that Liang Huan is my wife, Yu Wenjue. I want them to respect you as much as they respect me. I don’t want you to pretend to be someone who doesn’t exist. I want you to stand side by side with me.” (End of Chapter)