"Why don't you see Miss Yuzhi? Is she injured?" Shen Junfang walked out of the narrow gap behind the huge potted plant, coughing and looking at the courtyard with messy footprints.
"Well, my hand was cut when I was fighting with the assassin just now. Fortunately, it is not serious. I sent her to the imperial doctor's office to have it bandaged." Sima Duran gently lifted up her sleeves, and a large bruise on her forearm appeared in front of Shen Junfang.
"It's all my fault that I've become rusty in boxing and kicking over the years. My assassin's kung fu is just average. If I had taken him down three to five years ago, I wouldn't have given him a chance to escape."
Shen Junfang's clear eyes showed a little bit of heartache. He looked at Sima Duran's injured arm and wanted to ask her if it hurt. He hesitated for a moment but did not speak. He closed the door and let out a sigh of relief. Shen Junfang frowned slightly: "The emperor has just left.
This kind of thing is really strange, did you find anything wrong with it?"
Sima Duran nodded: "The obvious problem is that the assassin's purpose was not to kill me. Although he suddenly broke in with a weapon and was very aggressive, there were several times when he could directly hurt me but he didn't make a move, which made me feel
It seemed like he was just here to scare me, as soon as he heard Yuzhi shouting for help, he jumped over the wall and ran away without hesitation for a moment."
"Aren't you going to assassinate for a life-threatening adventure?" Shen Junfang thought thoughtfully, "In this way, the assassination is just a cover, and the person who planned it has other motives." Shen Junfang took a deep breath and looked at Sima Duran worriedly.
With a sad face: "The emperor is not in the palace, General I and General Sima are not here either, and I can't come here often. Can the Queen handle it on her own? Maybe we should let the imperial guard camp guard outside... No, no, who
Do you know if there are people with evil intentions in the Imperial Guard Camp? What should I do..."
Shen Junfang was not a procrastinator, but he did not dare to take it lightly when it came to Sima Tulan's safety, so he was inevitably hesitant.
Seeing his frown, Sima Tulan shrugged and pretended to be relaxed: "It doesn't matter, the guards of Huanqing Palace will be strengthened if this happens, and I know some boxing and kicking skills, ordinary people can't do anything to me. In fact, what I am most worried about is Yu
My son is safe, but Yu'er has already followed Jing'er to Lianchenxuan, which has always been the most heavily guarded and safe place in the harem. In addition, Jing'er has a strong sense of responsibility, so I think everything will be fine."
When it comes to trusting Yi Chenjing, Shen Junfang must be higher than Sima Tulan, even if Yi Chenjing is only a child.
The summer wind blew up during the heat wave, picking up scattered grass leaves and petals flying all over the sky. Some stray petals passed between Shen Junfang and Sima Tulan, inadvertently attracting their attention. They waited until their attention was removed from the petals.
Suddenly, I realized that the two eyes were meeting each other without any obstruction.
He was in his youth, and she had just entered her charming years. Even though they were many years apart, there was no trace of them.
Shen Junfang couldn't help but fall into confused thoughts, wondering if he could be as well-matched as the emperor to whom he was loyal when standing side by side with her? If they were compatible, he should be more suitable for Sima Duran than that emperor, right?
Because he understands her bitterness and suffering, her silence and forbearance, and even more so her desolate state of mind when she loves deeply but cannot get what she wants.
What's more, unlike Yi Huaiyu, he is willing to use his life to protect such a gorgeous woman if possible.
Such blazing eyes burned Sima Duran. She turned her head to avoid the wanton and bold gaze. Her heart was pounding non-stop, but she still tried her best to keep calm in her tone: "I heard from Yuzhi that you have been very weak recently. Go back and rest early.
If something happens here, I will send someone—"
Before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly with a touch of gentle warmth on his wrist.
"I can protect you, just outside the door. No one will find it." Shen Junfang didn't realize that he grabbed Sima Duran's hand impulsively, his eyes were clear and almost pleading, "If you don't agree, just go back. I can’t sleep well either. The thought that you might be in danger keeps me awake all night. It’s been like this all these years... always... I can’t sleep peacefully..."
By the end of the speech, I was panicking and speaking incoherently.
At that moment, time seemed to stop.
If it were four years ago, Sima Duran would have definitely thrown away Shen Junfang's hand and scolded her harshly, but her heart was made of flesh, not heartless and stubborn. Even if she could not feel admiration for the young man in front of her, that feeling The emotion had already sprouted quietly in the guarding day and night, asking her to refuse as coldly as before...
She really can't do it.
"Guoshi Shen, it's time for you to go back." Using indifference to numb the pain in his heart, Sima Duran deliberately emphasized the word "Guoshi" very strongly.
He is the national advisor and the emperor's confidant, and she is the empress, the emperor's woman.
Sima Duran had said this hint countless times, and every time Shen Junfang felt sad and disappointed, and then retreated with a bitter smile, except this time.
"I know that I have no ability, and I also know that I shouldn't do this...it's just...it's just that I really can't let go. Whenever I close my eyes at night, I will think of you..." The uncontrollable violent coughing made Shen Junfang speak intermittently, The feeling of powerlessness spreading all over the body followed him like a shadow. He couldn't hold Sima Duran's hand tightly even if he wanted to. Shen Junfang gasped hard, and his increasingly weak voice seemed to be filled with the cry of panic of a young man: "I know... I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I But...I can't do it, I can't forget you...What on earth do you want me to do..."
When I first met him when I was young, I lost my heart at first glance, and I have been obsessed with it ever since, and I will never recover.
It was wrong from the beginning, so how can we find perfection?
Sima Duran's heart was in a knife's edge. She didn't love Shen Junfang, but he was one of the most important people to her. He was the only person in this cold harem who was willing to protect her at all costs. She couldn't be cold-hearted and watch him fall out of love. hurt.
But I also understand that this feeling is absolutely unacceptable.
Before the hesitating Sima Tulan could figure out how to deal with the situation at hand, Shen Junfang had already let go of his warm palms, thinking that he was awake and understood. Just as she was about to let go of her hanging heart, the young man's sickly body suddenly pressed towards her. In a panic, Yu Sima Duran stopped Shen Junfang's body with one hand and subconsciously wanted to step back, but was startled by the heavy weight. Looking up, she saw that the eyes were tightly closed on the pale cheek so close, and the corners of the bloodless lips, A flash of dark red is shocking.
"Master...Jun Fang? Jun Fang! Come here, come quickly -"
On the cold and hard gray stone bricks, a young Imperial Master in plain clothes and snow-white lay quietly, with a certain kind of satisfaction engraved on his handsome and peaceful eyebrows - maybe because he had felt the warmth beside his body before he fell into coma. Who was holding him? Someone wrapped his arms around him and called his name hoarsely.
Such a small but huge happiness, I thought it was only in a dream.