“It's just a momentary scolding, the rest is hard...” She sighed softly but did not regret it, there was no one to wait on her and she did not dare to let anyone wait on her, she uncapped the bottle, put some ointment on her hand, with great difficulty she put it on herself and then she blew out the candle and went to sleep.
The pain was unbearable, Wei Yingluo rolled over uncomfortably, where her hands could not reach, where she had not applied the ointment, it itched and hurt.
... Who is it?
Wei Yingluo doesn't open her eyes, continues to sleep with her eyes closed.
A cold hand falls on her forehead, quietly testing its temperature, before withdrawing.
Afterwards, the sound of the cap being removed, the hand returned to her body, with the scent of the ointment, gentle and slow movements, the back of her arm, her neck, the back of her shoulder... He applied the ointment to places that were out of her reach but he didn't step out of line, the back of her back, places that a man shouldn't touch, he didn't take the opportunity to touch them, even if she was “asleep”, even if she wouldn't blame him if she was awake.
Yes, it was a man's hand.
The hand of a man she knew.
The cap is put back on, the room is silent.
Wei Yingluo's eyes are still closed, her body is much more relaxed, her heart itches and tingles, she doesn't know if she should open her eyes now, doesn't know if she should look at him and smile at him.
And afraid he would run away, as he always did.
Until a gentle kiss falls on her eyelashes, like a dragonfly, like a tiger on a rose.
Wei Yingluo tried to restrain herself to keep her lashes from trembling like her heart.
It was not until the sound of the door closing softly, that she opened her eyes and sighed and raised her hand to cover her kissed eyelashes.
“... This illness.” In the darkness of the night, Wei Yingluo couldn't help but curl her lips, “It's not all bad.”
The sickness came like a mountain, the sickness went like a silk, Ye Tianshi's medicine was boiling on the tenth day, in the guardhouse, Fuheng was looking at a book of war in his hand and a hand suddenly reached out from behind him and blindfolded him.
“Yingluo, what are you doing here?” Fuheng let her blindfold him, easily guessed his identity and asked with a smile, “Are you well now?”
“How do you know it's me?” Wei Yingluo lowered her hand and came around to his side, she seemed to have lost some weight from the previous days' illness and her waist became even slimmer, not enough to hold. The smile on her face was much more touching, she smiled at him, always different from others, “I am well, thanks to the careful care of a certain gentleman with a snail, he changed the paddle on my forehead every night and wiped my hands and arms with cold water.”
“Ahem.” Hearing the name of the gentleman with snails, Fuheng unnaturally covered his lips with his fist and coughed, “Who is this man?”
Seeing that he was playing dumb, Wei Yingluo simply played dumb with him and said with astonishment: “Isn't that you?”
Fuheng shook his head.
“... What should I do then?” Wei Yingluo bit her lip, her white teeth left a few light white marks on her red lips and said, “I thought he was you, that's why I allowed him to medicate me, those places, I don't allow other men to touch...”
Fuheng stared at this.
“Since it's not you, then I'll leave.” Wei Yingluo sighed softly and turned to leave.
“Wait!” Fuheng can't sit still any longer, he got up and took her arm.
“... What else do you have to say to me?” She turned her face away from him.
“I...” Fuheng didn't know what to say to her for a moment.
It's a self inflicted crime, why did you lie like that, how will you get out of it now?
“Fuheng!” Fuheng was in distress, his best friend's voice came through the door, “Ten days in a row, I'm falling apart-”
Clang, the door opened, Hailancha kept pushing the door, frozen in the doorway, his eyes were in the air. Hailancha remained in the same position as he had pushed the door, his eyes shifted from side to side, she smiled and said: “Am I disturbing you? I'm leaving, I'm leaving, you guys go on, you guys go on...”
“... Ten days?” Wei Yingluo suddenly turned around and punched Fuheng in the chest, her cheeks were as red as her lips, not so much in anger as in shyness and said through clenched teeth, “It's not you!”
Fuheng looked at her back as she ran away, couldn't help but raise his hand to his chest, he felt sick too, the place was itchy and soft, like soaking in warm soup, like bathing in a sea of flowers.
“I really didn't mean it.” Hailancha saw Wei Yingluo run away, thought it was his fault, rubbed his hands together, said carefully and curtly, “How about... I'll cover your shift for another day?”
Fuheng slammed his fist into his chest, not unlike Wei Yingluo's fancy kicks, the force of the blow nearly made Hailancha vomit.
“No need!” Fuheng laughed and said, “You're a big mouth!”
His heart was like a blossom, cascading, in contrast to the other man's less beautiful mood.
“What did you say?”
in the Yanxin Palace, another tealight was broken.
Hongli sat on the edge of the bed with a grimace and said: “You said that the maiden has returned to the Changchun Palace? When? Isn't she still ill?”
“Your Majesty, Miss Wei has recovered, she moved back to the Changchun Palace last night.” Liyu replied cautiously.
Hongli was furious, he knocked over the copper basin, the basin rolled over, warm water fell to the ground and the people in the palace fell to their knees.
“She fell ill after Zhen, for at least a month!” Hongli said coldly, “How could she be cured before Zhen?”
“It's... It's...” Liyu stammered, “Maybe... She's less sick?”
“Because she wasn't sick from the beginning to the end!” Hongli said angrily, “Find this bitch, this time Zhen will skin her with his own hands!”
“What is wrong with the Emperor? Such a temper.” A gentle, calm voice suddenly rang out, everyone looked at her and was fixed in the other's smile.
There are only two women in the world, whose smiled have such a calming power, one is Guanyin the Goddess of Mercy and the other is the Empress.
Even Hongli, at the sight of her smile, had lost half of her anger and was about to give vent to the remaining half, when she said: “This humble woman has been walking along and I have heard many of the court people praising the Emperor.”
“Oh?” Hongli said, slightly surprised, “What did they say?”
“A lot.” The Empress sat down on the edge of the bed and said, “For example, Your Majesty can endure what no one else can, Wei Yingluo offended you in order to cure your illness and you did not take it personally, you are a magnanimous ruler.”
Hongli looked puzzled at this.
“Not only did you not blame her, when you found out that she was infected by you, instead of driving her away, you allowed her to stay at the Yanxin Palace and let the best physicians treat her and a virtuous ruler, hard to find in a thousand years...” The Empress continued.
“Enough!” Hongli could not listen any longer, he interrupted her.
The Empress stopped talking and just looked at him with a smile.
Liyu cautiously looked at their faces, seeing that neither of them were speaking, he had to speak up himself: “Your Majesty, that Wei Yingluo... Should I take it back?”
Hongli was not happy to be angry with the Empress, when he saw that he had hit his mark, he immediately turned his gun around and threw his fire on him, his dragon boots hit Liyu on the chest and kicked him over, Hongli said angrily: “Didn't you hear! She spoke out of anger to save Zhen! To save Zhen she caught a bad disease to serve it! Even if word got out, everyone would praise her for being a loyal servant who defied power! What's more, she's cured, she'll never be caught again! If Zhen were to condemn her now, he would be a foolish ruler! Zhen is just like a dumb man who can't say what he has to say!”
As he said this, his face really showed a hint of bitterness, as if he had eaten Yellow lily, Mu Tong, Gentian Herb, Bitter Ginseng, one after another...
The medicine he had poured into Wei Yingluo's bowl, now he felt like it had ended up in his own mouth.
So, bitter, so bitter.
“It's just a momentary scolding, the rest is hard...” She sighed softly but did not regret it, there was no one to wait on her and she did not dare to let anyone wait on her, she uncapped the bottle, put some ointment on her hand, with great difficulty she put it on herself and then she blew out the candle and went to sleep.
The pain was unbearable, Wei Yingluo rolled over uncomfortably, where her hands could not reach, where she had not applied the ointment, it itched and hurt.
... Who is it?
Wei Yingluo doesn't open her eyes, continues to sleep with her eyes closed.
A cold hand falls on her forehead, quietly testing its temperature, before withdrawing.
Afterwards, the sound of the cap being removed, the hand returned to her body, with the scent of the ointment, gentle and slow movements, the back of her arm, her neck, the back of her shoulder... He applied the ointment to places that were out of her reach but he didn't step out of line, the back of her back, places that a man shouldn't touch, he didn't take the opportunity to touch them, even if she was “asleep”, even if she wouldn't blame him if she was awake.
Yes, it was a man's hand.
The hand of a man she knew.
The cap is put back on, the room is silent.
Wei Yingluo's eyes are still closed, her body is much more relaxed, her heart itches and tingles, she doesn't know if she should open her eyes now, doesn't know if she should look at him and smile at him.
And afraid he would run away, as he always did.
Until a gentle kiss falls on her eyelashes, like a dragonfly, like a tiger on a rose.
Wei Yingluo tried to restrain herself to keep her lashes from trembling like her heart.
It was not until the sound of the door closing softly, that she opened her eyes and sighed and raised her hand to cover her kissed eyelashes.
“... This illness.” In the darkness of the night, Wei Yingluo couldn't help but curl her lips, “It's not all bad.”
The sickness came like a mountain, the sickness went like a silk, Ye Tianshi's medicine was boiling on the tenth day, in the guardhouse, Fuheng was looking at a book of war in his hand and a hand suddenly reached out from behind him and blindfolded him.
“Yingluo, what are you doing here?” Fuheng let her blindfold him, easily guessed his identity and asked with a smile, “Are you well now?”
“How do you know it's me?” Wei Yingluo lowered her hand and came around to his side, she seemed to have lost some weight from the previous days' illness and her waist became even slimmer, not enough to hold. The smile on her face was much more touching, she smiled at him, always different from others, “I am well, thanks to the careful care of a certain gentleman with a snail, he changed the paddle on my forehead every night and wiped my hands and arms with cold water.”
“Ahem.” Hearing the name of the gentleman with snails, Fuheng unnaturally covered his lips with his fist and coughed, “Who is this man?”
Seeing that he was playing dumb, Wei Yingluo simply played dumb with him and said with astonishment: “Isn't that you?”
Fuheng shook his head.
“... What should I do then?” Wei Yingluo bit her lip, her white teeth left a few light white marks on her red lips and said, “I thought he was you, that's why I allowed him to medicate me, those places, I don't allow other men to touch...”
Fuheng stared at this.
“Since it's not you, then I'll leave.” Wei Yingluo sighed softly and turned to leave.
“Wait!” Fuheng can't sit still any longer, he got up and took her arm.
“... What else do you have to say to me?” She turned her face away from him.
“I...” Fuheng didn't know what to say to her for a moment.
It's a self inflicted crime, why did you lie like that, how will you get out of it now?
“Fuheng!” Fuheng was in distress, his best friend's voice came through the door, “Ten days in a row, I'm falling apart-”
Clang, the door opened, Hailancha kept pushing the door, frozen in the doorway, his eyes were in the air. Hailancha remained in the same position as he had pushed the door, his eyes shifted from side to side, she smiled and said: “Am I disturbing you? I'm leaving, I'm leaving, you guys go on, you guys go on...”
“... Ten days?” Wei Yingluo suddenly turned around and punched Fuheng in the chest, her cheeks were as red as her lips, not so much in anger as in shyness and said through clenched teeth, “It's not you!”
Fuheng looked at her back as she ran away, couldn't help but raise his hand to his chest, he felt sick too, the place was itchy and soft, like soaking in warm soup, like bathing in a sea of flowers.
“I really didn't mean it.” Hailancha saw Wei Yingluo run away, thought it was his fault, rubbed his hands together, said carefully and curtly, “How about... I'll cover your shift for another day?”
Fuheng slammed his fist into his chest, not unlike Wei Yingluo's fancy kicks, the force of the blow nearly made Hailancha vomit.
“No need!” Fuheng laughed and said, “You're a big mouth!”
His heart was like a blossom, cascading, in contrast to the other man's less beautiful mood.
“What did you say?”
in the Yanxin Palace, another tealight was broken.
Hongli sat on the edge of the bed with a grimace and said: “You said that the maiden has returned to the Changchun Palace? When? Isn't she still ill?”
“Your Majesty, Miss Wei has recovered, she moved back to the Changchun Palace last night.” Liyu replied cautiously.
Hongli was furious, he knocked over the copper basin, the basin rolled over, warm water fell to the ground and the people in the palace fell to their knees.
“She fell ill after Zhen, for at least a month!” Hongli said coldly, “How could she be cured before Zhen?”
“It's... It's...” Liyu stammered, “Maybe... She's less sick?”
“Because she wasn't sick from the beginning to the end!” Hongli said angrily, “Find this bitch, this time Zhen will skin her with his own hands!”
“What is wrong with the Emperor? Such a temper.” A gentle, calm voice suddenly rang out, everyone looked at her and was fixed in the other's smile.
There are only two women in the world, whose smiled have such a calming power, one is Guanyin the Goddess of Mercy and the other is the Empress.
Even Hongli, at the sight of her smile, had lost half of her anger and was about to give vent to the remaining half, when she said: “This humble woman has been walking along and I have heard many of the court people praising the Emperor.”
“Oh?” Hongli said, slightly surprised, “What did they say?”
“A lot.” The Empress sat down on the edge of the bed and said, “For example, Your Majesty can endure what no one else can, Wei Yingluo offended you in order to cure your illness and you did not take it personally, you are a magnanimous ruler.”
Hongli looked puzzled at this.
“Not only did you not blame her, when you found out that she was infected by you, instead of driving her away, you allowed her to stay at the Yanxin Palace and let the best physicians treat her and a virtuous ruler, hard to find in a thousand years...” The Empress continued.
“Enough!” Hongli could not listen any longer, he interrupted her.
The Empress stopped talking and just looked at him with a smile.
Liyu cautiously looked at their faces, seeing that neither of them were speaking, he had to speak up himself: “Your Majesty, that Wei Yingluo... Should I take it back?”
Hongli was not happy to be angry with the Empress, when he saw that he had hit his mark, he immediately turned his gun around and threw his fire on him, his dragon boots hit Liyu on the chest and kicked him over, Hongli said angrily: “Didn't you hear! She spoke out of anger to save Zhen! To save Zhen she caught a bad disease to serve it! Even if word got out, everyone would praise her for being a loyal servant who defied power! What's more, she's cured, she'll never be caught again! If Zhen were to condemn her now, he would be a foolish ruler! Zhen is just like a dumb man who can't say what he has to say!”
As he said this, his face really showed a hint of bitterness, as if he had eaten Yellow lily, Mu Tong, Gentian Herb, Bitter Ginseng, one after another...
The medicine he had poured into Wei Yingluo's bowl, now he felt like it had ended up in his own mouth.
So, bitter, so bitter.
