After what happened last time, Huang Fengmo has moved back to his palace to rest.
The eyebrows are curved, the face is indescribably beautiful, and there is a little bit of unsightly drool dripping from the corner of the mouth while sleeping. There is a faint smell of overnight food from the slightly opened mouth. It is obvious that he fell asleep without rinsing his mouth last night.
As soon as Huang Fengmo woke up, he saw Yan Ruocheng still sleeping soundly. Before he could react, his eyes had regained sight.
Maybe I haven't seen her in such a long time that I thought I was dreaming about everything in front of me. I dreamed about her sleeping embarrassment.
He smiled softly and reached out to pinch her cheek.
Yan Ruozhen was woken up by him, opened her sleepy eyes, and asked: "Husband, are you awake?"
Huang Fengmo blinked and felt that this dream was too real. He wanted to rush towards her and give her a sweet kiss. However, his legs were still numb, which made him realize that this was not a dream at all! It was the eyes that unconsciously moved her.
His sight was restored.
"Husband, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Yan Ruocheng was a little confused. Seeing that he was motionless, he reached out to touch his face and asked.
Huang Fengmo was overjoyed and wanted to tell her the good news. But he suddenly stopped, thinking that telling her like this would not be a surprise at all. He thought to himself that it would not be too late to tell her on a good night with beautiful scenery.
So, he continued to pretend to be blind and said, "I seem to have slept with my neck crooked."
"Is your neck crooked in sleep? Don't move, I'll rub it for you." Yan Ruocheng leaned over, gently hugged him into his arms, turned him sideways, reached out and slowly rubbed around the muscles of his neck.
After rubbing it for a long time, he asked again: "Husband, do you feel better?"
"Well, much better." Huang Fengmo said lazily.
"Let's get dressed and wash up. It's almost time to have breakfast."
"OK, all right."
Yan Ruozhen helped him change his clothes first, and then changed them himself.
She unscrupulously changed while standing in front of the closet. Because Huang Fengmo couldn't see her, she developed a bad habit of not changing behind the screen.
Huang Fengmo could see clearly what was happening on the bed. He was afraid that she would find out, so he turned his head away unnaturally.
On this day, she changed into the summer princess clothes, a tube top-style purple skirt with gold edges. It was thin and fluttering, revealing her snow-white arms.
The palace maid came in with flowers and warm water, and rinsed their mouths and groomed them both. The original order was to rinse and freshen their mouths first, and then change their clothes. However, Huang Fengmo said before that he only liked her to help him change his clothes, so she changed the order.
It’s like this.
The palace maids helped them wash up separately. Yan Ruocheng sat in front of the mirror and asked the palace maids to help her comb her hair and apply rouge and gouache. Huang Fengmo quietly looked at her secretly.
Yan Ruocheng looked at the bronze mirror and saw Huang Fengmo's head looking this way. However, she did not expect that he would regain his sight at all. She just felt that he was very pitiful. Every day when she opened her eyes, she saw darkness. Then she looked at her gorgeous makeup.
, it's a pity that he can't see it.
At this time, Huang Fengmo was very satisfied with her makeup as an imperial concubine. These palace maids were very good at making up Yan Ruocheng's beautiful face.
After putting on her makeup, Yan Ruozhen solemnly raised her chest and drew in her abdomen, assuming the posture of a princess.
"It's so beautiful." Huang Fengmo didn't pay attention for a moment and blurted out a compliment.
"Huh? Husband, have you seen me?" Yan Ruocheng reacted immediately. He walked over to his wheelchair and asked urgently.
Huang Fengmo pretended to be stunned and said: "Scared? I was imagining you wearing the imperial concubine's clothes. I wonder if you are the same as what I imagined in my mind?"
Yan Ruocheng squatted down with a sigh, held hands gently, and said, "Of course it's the same. Let's go out to bask in the sun and then have lunch."
"Yeah." Huang Fengmo's two slender eyes were smiling.
Yan Ruocheng pushed him to the path of the small garden. The scenery here was beautiful. The flowers in the garden were well taken care of by the servants, and the grass was neatly trimmed.
"Huh? The clay figurine I took out yesterday was dried in the sun." Yan Ruocheng said.
A pair of clay dolls were sunbathing alone on a rock. They were one of the betrothal gifts that Huang Fengmo personally made for Yan Ruocheng. She was very happy when she received them.
Huang Fengmo thought that the clay doll she made blindly looked really good. Now it seems that Yan Ruocheng was just trying to make him happy. Not only was it so ugly, but it also looked as scary as a cursed doll. Fortunately for her,
It was very beautiful to say. He was so imaginative that he even thought that because he made such a terrible doll, he and her would have bad things happen again and again.
Yan Ruozhen took them back with interest, let him touch them with his hands and said, "Husband, do you still remember the clay dolls you made with your own hands?"
"Remember, I squeezed it with my own hands and you said you liked it." He said with a forced smile.
"Why do you look like you don't like these dolls?" Yan Ruocheng asked.
"Although you said it is beautiful, I always think it is ugly. Why not just bury it in the garden and return it to the quiet soil." Huang Fengmo just found an excuse to get rid of the clay doll.
However, Yan Ruozhen was overly sensitive and regarded what he just said as a sign that he couldn't think about it anymore and was passively seeking death. As she thought about it, her eyes became moist, and tears fell down one by one.
Huang Fengmo was surprised when he saw it, and asked urgently: "Don't cry, why are you crying? If you don't want to bury it, you won't bury it."
"Huh? Husband, how did you know that I cried?" Yan Ruocheng started to feel strange. He always felt that his reaction was a bit fast. According to his usual speed, he didn't know it after she finished crying.
"Your tears are dripping on my hands." Huang Fengmo reluctantly explained. He felt very guilty and was almost discovered by her.
"Why did you ask me to bury them?" Yan Ruocheng asked unhappily.
"I'm afraid they are too ugly and will bring you bad luck. Don't you think there has been a lot of bad luck recently?" Huang Fengmo explained.
"This has nothing to do with them. Why have you become superstitious? However, if you are afraid that they will bring bad luck, just tie them with a red rope and everything will be fine. This is an ancestral saying in my village." Yan
Ruocheng said.
Huang Fengmo muttered: "It feels like this approach is enhancing their abilities."
Yan Ruozhen heard him muttering something about why he disliked the clay dolls he made. Although they were ugly, she liked them.
"Okay, let's not talk about these clay dolls anymore. Anyway, I don't think they will bring bad luck."
She took the clay doll and spun it around, but her foot accidentally tripped on something, causing her to hit a small stone pillar next to her.
Bang! After a sound, she lost consciousness.
"Ruozhi!"
The news that Yan Ruozhen fainted after hitting a stone pillar immediately reached Huang Chenling's ears.
He put down his official duties and came to check on her as soon as possible.
"Brother Imperial." Huang Chenling came over in a panic and waved all the servants to leave. Yan Ruocheng was lying on the big bed. He just called Huang Fengmo and went directly to hold her hand.
Hold it with no restraint.
Huang Fengmo sat in a wheelchair and watched his movements.
"Brother Imperial, what's wrong with Ruocheng?" Huang Chenling asked.
"Doctor Li came to see her and said that she hit her head a little hard and she didn't wake up so quickly. However, it's okay, she just fainted," Huang Fengmo said.
"It's nothing. My head was smashed." Huang Chenling said a little reproachfully when she saw Yan Ruocheng's head wrapped with a white cloth.
"It's my fault." Huang Fengmo knew that he wanted to blame.
"No, it's not Brother Huang's fault. I was too hasty for a moment. I'm sorry." Huang Chenling sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch Yan Ruocheng's face, which was full of doting.
Huang Fengmo clenched his fists. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have known that Huang Chenling did this in front of him.
"Chen Ling, have you not let go of Ruo Li yet?" Huang Fengmo asked.
"Brother Imperial, I have never let her go, you should know this." Huang Chenling said calmly.
"Did you actually want to use me to let her marry me?" Huang Fengmo asked calmly.
These words shook the hearts of the two brothers every minute.
"Brother Emperor, do you think I am using you?" Huang Chenling asked unhappily. For him, it would be more correct to say that it is mutual benefit. Huang Fengmo sought death before, and Wang Xiulin pressured and threatened to harm Xiao Xiao.
Ling, he let Yan Ruocheng marry Huang Fengmo. This not only eliminated Huang Fengmo's thoughts of suicide and gave him hope of survival, but also temporarily relieved Wang Xiulin's pressure.
However, Huang Fengmo's statement now made him feel very unhappy.
Why does it sound like he has all the advantages?
"I'm just talking, it doesn't mean anything." Huang Fengmo turned away and said.
"We are all doing it for her own good, so there is no need to argue about this issue. If she wakes up in a few days, you can leave the palace and return to the mansion as soon as possible. The mansion is safer than the palace. At least the great emperor will not come to harass you.
"Huang Chenling stood up and said.
"I understand. You should also be careful in the palace." Huang Fengmo nodded.
"Don't worry about me. He won't touch me for the time being." Huang Chenling said with a wry smile.
Later, Huang Chenling took out a piece of white jade from her body, placed it in Yan Ruocheng's palm, and said, "I hope she wakes up at night."
"I'm going back to my official duties." After saying that, he turned around and left.
Huang Fengmo waited for him to go out before taking out the white jade from Yan Ruocheng's hand.
This white jade is used for praying, and it is used to transfer personal blessings to people who are in bad luck. Huang Chenling is transferring her own blessings to Yan Ruocheng.
His name was still engraved on the white jade. When Yan Ruocheng woke up, he would definitely know that it belonged to him.
The more Huang Fengmo thought about it, the more selfish he became, so he hid the white jade in his pillow. This way he would not miss Huang Chenling's feelings, and Yan Ruocheng would not find out. It was a way to kill two birds with one stone.
At night, Yan Ruocheng really slowly woke up.
"Are you awake? How do you feel?" Huang Fengmo accidentally showed her weakness again. She opened her eyes without making a sound, but he knew it.
Fortunately, Yan Ruocheng had just woken up and was still confused.