A long time passed, and Hu Ling'er, who had been hungry all day, finally couldn't bear it anymore.
With a "swish", he lifted the hikerchief on his head, took off the heavy phoenix crown and threw it on the bed.
md, it’s okay if she’s hungry, but she can’t let the baby in her belly starve with her.
Xia Yihan is so good, he dared to ignore her on their wedding night!
Looking at the peanuts, longans, pastries, snacks and Hexin wine on the table, Hu Ling'er grabbed them all and ate them all.
But because I was pregnant, I didn't touch the wine.
But she had been hungry for a whole day, and these things were only enough to stuff between her teeth. Seeing that it was already dark outside, Hu Ling'er sighed deeply. It seemed that no one would bring her food, or would she?
Let her find some herself.
After making up her mind, Hu Ling'er walked towards the door. The moment she opened the door, she saw the two worried faces outside the door.
Hu Ling'er paused. Xiaomiao came in several times, but was kicked out by her. Later, she forgot about it.
"Miss..." Seeing that Hu Ling'er had already lifted the hijab and took off the phoenix crown, Xiao Miao pursed her lips and looked full of grievances.
But Min Mo just looked at her and lowered his head.
Hu Ling'er looked at them, and then said: "Xiao Miao, go and clean up in the room. Throw away some things that should be thrown away, so as not to worry me. Min Mo, just stay here for now. I'll go find some food. You
No need to follow."
Min Mo raised his head and moved his lips to say something, but in the end he just nodded without saying a word.
The moon shadow is clear and the cool breeze blows.
It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the weather has become a little cooler.
Hu Ling'er, dressed in red makeup, was walking in the garden of Prince Han's Mansion. Perhaps because today was Prince Han's wedding, there were no guards patrolling the garden.
Looking at the night scene in the garden with fluttering ribbons and flickering lanterns, Hu Ling'er felt extremely ironic.
Is today's wedding really a wedding?
But at the same time she was bitter, she was also somewhat comforted because Xia Yihan refused to marry Mu Wanru just because the person in his heart was Hu Ling'er.
And that Hu Ling'er is herself.
She put the purple dress on her new bed. She originally wanted to find a chance to show off with Xia Yihan tonight. Although she had not recovered her memory, Xia Yihan would always recognize her clothes.
But now, he didn't even give him this chance.
Alas, let's go find something to fill our stomach first. There will always be a chance to meet Xia Yihan. She doesn't believe that he can keep pretending to be sick.
At worst, I can just go find him directly when the time comes.
Touching her growling belly, Hu Ling'er quickened her pace. She had already explored Prince Han's Mansion the last time she came here, so she knew where the kitchen was.
But after taking only a few steps, she heard a burst of footsteps not far away. Hu Ling'er became alert and hurriedly hid behind a rockery.
The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and Hu Ling'er quietly poked her head out to look over, only to see Xia Yihan, who had already changed out of the groom's wedding robe, walking towards this side supported by Sang Rong.
This Hundan left his bride in the room and came to the garden for a tryst with another woman?
Hu Ling'er was so angry that she gritted her teeth and watched them walking towards her, and then stopped at the lotus pond only a few steps away from her.
The two stood facing the lotus pond. Under the dim moonlight, one purple and one blue, their long hair fluttering lightly, they looked incomparably harmonious.
But this scene, in the eyes of Hu Ling'er who was behind the rockery, was particularly annoying.
If she didn't know her identity before, they would at most just sneer at her like this.
But now, she knows that she is Hu Ling'er, and she has a child with Xia Yihan. Even though she has lost her memory and does not have Xia Yihan in her heart, she cannot calm down.
Moreover, she also discovered that she was not completely indifferent to Xia Yihan, otherwise she would not have felt suffocated for a moment when he nervously held Sang Rong in the village last time.
"Senior brother..." After a long silence, Sang Rong spoke first.
"Yeah." Xia Yihan responded lightly, but her eyes still stayed on the lake.
September is about to pass, and the lotus flowers have withered and fallen, leaving only a pool of remnant lotuses swaying lonely and gently in the wind.
Sang Rong turned to look at Xia Yihan's side face, his eyes filled with sadness. He hesitated and said, "Father said that the emperor intends to recruit me into the palace."
"What?" Xia Yihan, who was originally calm and composed, finally had some fluctuations. She turned her eyes and looked at Sang Rong in shock, only to see her biting her lip and lowering her head with a sad look on her face.
"Actually, I knew he was interested in me when he was still a prince, but I kept avoiding it. This time, he didn't give the order directly, but just hinted it in front of my father. On the surface, he seemed to be respecting me.
,Actually, I think he wants me to be unable to refuse him."
Xia Yihan looked at Sang Rong's confused expression and said after a long time: "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Sang Rong murmured absently, then looked up at Xia Yihan again, her bright eyes shining brightly. She bit her lip and said, "Senior brother, do you still want to pretend?"
Xia Yihan was slightly startled, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and then he turned his eyes away silently.
But Sang Rong didn't intend to let him go. He grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, saying loudly: "Brother, I won't let you run away from me anymore!"
The two were facing each other, but Xia Yihan couldn't make eye contact with her. He just lowered his head and sighed softly: "Rong'er, you clearly know what's in my heart..."
"I know, I know you only have Hu Ling'er in your heart!" Sang Rong interrupted Xia Yihan, full of grievances, "But you also know that you are the only one in my heart! Would you rather marry that Mu Wanru than
Do you want me to stay with you? I don't care about being your concubine, or having someone else in your heart. It doesn't matter to me even if you treat me with respect like before. I just want you to tell the emperor that you want to marry me, and then I will
I don’t need to enter that prison, but I can stay by your side openly, senior brother, just treat it like I’m begging you, okay?”
The tears that I had been holding back finally flowed down uncontrollably, and they flowed more and more, and they flowed more and more...
Xia Yihan pursed her lips slightly, her face full of pain. He wanted to say that Hu Ling'er would always be the only one in his heart. He also wanted to say that he knew her heart, but he only wanted to treat her as his junior sister.
But looking at Sang Rong who was crying so hard, he couldn't say anything.
He knows very well how strong a girl Sang Rong is. He has known her for so many years and has never seen her shed a tear. But today, she cried like this for him...
Sang Rong was the person who understood him best besides his master. In fact, he had thought before that maybe they would have a result, but things were unpredictable, so he met Hu Ling'er, and this person who occupied his heart.
woman.
There is no room for anyone between him and her.
Therefore, he cannot deceive himself, nor can he deceive her.
Thinking of this, Xia Yihan closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said: "Rong'er, I..."
As soon as the words were spoken, Xia Yihan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a bright red dress swaying slightly on the rockery behind him, and his expression was suddenly shocked.
But at this moment, Sang Rong, who was looking directly at Xia Yihan, waiting for his answer, took advantage of his absent-minded moment, tiptoed, and pressed her lips against his.
Xia Yihan's eyes widened and she was about to push her away, but as her mind changed, she put the hand that was about to push her on her waist and hugged her tightly.
Hu Ling'er covered her chest and stared at the two people kissing each other with wide eyes. The feeling of being pressed by a stone on her chest swept over her again, more intense than the last time.
If last time it was dull and breathless, then this time it will be suffocation and heartache.
Her heart hurts so much...
Xia Yihan, isn't the Hu Ling'er you've been looking for your favorite?
Could it be that...the person you are kissing is the person you truly love?
Her vision was blurred, and Hu Ling'er suddenly felt her chest feel hot. When she looked down, she saw that her palm was flashing red, and in the mist of tears, a lotus with only one petal was looming.
She remembered what Xia Yihan and Sang Rong mentioned about the three-leaf blood lotus that day. Could it be said that Xia Yihan was so eager to find Hu Ling'er because of this three-leaf blood lotus?
Her stomach seemed to jump twice, and she covered her stomach with her glowing red hands. Was it her psychological effect, or was her unformed child grieving with her?
Haha, irony, really ironic.
It seems that everything is just self-indulgence.
Turning around, not wanting to look at the two people behind her, Hu Ling'er dragged her heavy feet and walked forward step by step.
The moment she turned around, Xia Yihan pushed Sang Rong away, who was about to go deeper, turned her back and said, "Rong'er, I'm sorry!"
His fists were clenched tightly, and there was deep pain in his voice.
Sang Rong was startled. He hugged her just now, didn't he? He clearly didn't reject her immediately, didn't he?
Staring into a pair of unbelievable eyes, Sang Rong bit his lower lip and said, "Senior brother, you just..."
"Nothing happened to us just now, you... will always be my good junior sister. It's getting late, you should go back to the house as soon as possible." Leaving these words, Xia Yihan left decisively without looking back.
The wind blew, the lotus moved, the black hair confused Sang Rong's vision, and the tears blurred Xia Yihan's figure.
Sang Rong stood straight on the spot, watching him disappear from his sight step by step.