I was reborn by the emperor

Chapter 22

Lu Jieming put on his outer robe, kicked on his shoes and socks, and opened the door. The outside was white, shining white.

The two red plum trees in front of the court, the petals are embedded with snow petals, for a while, I don't know who should set off the other.

The movement came from the east room. There was a stove in the east room. In spring and summer, when the weather was clear, they would occasionally go to the east room to make some food by themselves. At that time, the firewood was still dry and easy to burn. of.

Now it's winter, and the air is still humid on such snowy days, not to mention the exposed woodpile, which is useless at all.

During the period of Xueluo, Xuemelt, and Xuexiao, the east room was locked.

It is really strange that there is a sudden movement of Xixisuo now.

Lu Jieming walked towards the east room, he didn't think there was anything else in the Tower of Clouds that was worth thinking about, after all, he was poor and pots and pans were missing corners.

But there are two other women in the family.

There is nothing else in Shuoyun Pavilion, but there are two beautiful women.

Thinking of this, his brows were stained with sternness, he clenched the handle of the dagger in his sleeve tightly, the cold blade pressed against the flesh of his arm, his sleeves were wide enough to completely cover the dagger.

This dagger was a gift from the Mongolian vassal state when he was eight years old. It has no decoration, the handle is ordinary, but it cuts flesh like mud and is extremely sharp. Seeing that he likes it, the emperor gave it to him.

Concubine Rong didn't like it at the time, saying that he played with knives at a young age, what to do if he hurt himself, it was scary.Thinking about keeping it for him, and giving it to him when he is a little older.

But the emperor hugged him to his knees, handed the dagger to his son's palm, and said, how could his son be so timid, he had beheaded a felon with his own hands when he was 15 years old, if the son he had the most high hopes for even If you dare not touch a small dagger, it would be ridiculous.

Later, Lu Jieming not only played well with a dagger, but he also excelled at playing with a dagger. When he was nine years old, this dagger was stained with blood.

He squinted his eyes, the snow stained his long eyelashes, and there was a faint smell of blood on the dagger, even if he had washed it vigorously, it couldn't be cleaned off. This person is already difficult to clean.

The last time I saw blood, it was stabbed into the throat of the thieving maidservant.

At that time, the servant girl had just finished the [-] boards, she was out of breath, and threw the broken mat into the thatched cottage. The wound on his body was still festering.

When Lu Jieming passed by, the maidservant was cursing him with wide eyes and cursed him and Concubine Rong for a terrible death.

He found it strange that she was the one who stole it, but he didn't force her to do it, and when someone found out about it, they scolded him and cursed him instead.

He doesn't understand, and he doesn't bother to understand.

The servant girl refused to give up, and struggled to stand up and scuffle him.

Lu Jieming didn't hate her that much. Although she was pretending and putting on a show, the Yunge Pavilion was indeed a bit tidy in those days, and he came here today to just take a look.

By the way, he took the wound medicine... Lu Jieming looked at the medicine in his hand. It was worthless, and he didn't know how effective it was. Anyway, he kept it, so he treated it as a favor, even though it was all pretended by her. .

But she didn't think about it, she started to curse: "You little bastard, you son of a bitch, my mother is heartbroken, are you a dead person, don't you know how to be grateful? People like you don't deserve anyone You don’t deserve it, your mother doesn’t deserve it, you don’t deserve it. I’ve done so much, if it weren’t for your unkindness, would I steal things to find ways, would I become like this? You deserve to be rejected by the emperor.”

"You bastard star, Sangmen star, did you kill people, drive your mother crazy, and beat me!"

Lu Jieming felt that what she said was wrong, his ears hurt from the noise, so he raised his hand and inserted the dagger into her throat.

Blood splattered all over him, but the roots of his ears were finally clean.

What she said was wrong, he was not a dead person, she had been pretending for so long, but it was not that he was not grateful, it was just a superficial level, before it deepened, her nature was revealed.

The hairpin is something cherished by the mother and concubine, she stole it as soon as she stole it, Lu Jieming thought it was just a dead thing, thinking of her hard work, he was so angry.

But she shouldn't say that he is "unworthy", let alone that he is a "broom star" or a "sorrow star", because if she says it, he will believe it.

Later, he really felt that he was not worthy of the love of others.

Later, he really felt that he was frustrated and dragged down the luck of the people around him.

He stood outside the door of the east room, and the movement in the east room was quiet again. After listening carefully, he could only hear the crackling sound of burning firewood. He hesitated for a moment, and in this moment of silence, he heard the woman's voice again. exclamation sound.

He was too familiar with that voice, it was lively and brisk, coquettish when angry, the volume would be raised when crying out for pain, and the ending turned a corner, making people feel distressed and bullied her.

She yelled again, crying out for pain.

Almost subconsciously, his mind was still stuck outside the door, unable to turn around, and his body had already opened the door one step ahead.

Even, by the time his mind came to his senses, he had already come to her side.

This kind of subconscious conditioned reflex made him feel hopeless, and the feeling of being eaten to death was not good, especially if this person could not be completely possessed by him.

Xu Lianlang looked at the beautiful phoenix eyes that were close at hand, raised his hand slowly with more embarrassment, and quickly wiped the tip of his nose and cheeks that were blackened by smoke, "... Your Highness...Your Highness...you are not asleep yet Woolen cloth?"

She squatted by the stove, her index finger turned red and swollen, she bared her teeth and couldn't bear the pain, and let out another "hiss".

Lu Jieming's long and beautiful eyebrows were tight, he grabbed her fingers and saw that they were scalded and blistered.

He raised his eyelids and looked at something boiling in the pot. He quickly calculated whether there was any burn ointment in the medicine for wounds in Shuyun Pavilion. The white wrist protruding from the sleeve, the bruises and scratches on the snow-white skin.

Her skin is fair, and once she has a wound, it will be very eye-catching. Lu Jieming's back suddenly stiffened, and the thin anger suddenly appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth and almost felt the pressure of interrogation, "Who did it?"

Xu Lianlang was frightened by his sullen look, she shook her head, and murmured: "No one."

She subconsciously retreated and dodged, and it was her dodging that made Lu Jieming wake up in an instant. He withdrew his hand in a panic, and the thin ice covering the face broke.

He looked at her from top to bottom, not missing any details, and belatedly found that her shirts were dirty, the skirt was still stained with melted snow, and her shoes and socks must be soaked, so She just took off her clothes and warmed her bare feet by the fire.

Her feet were long and narrow, with small toes and pink edges. She greeted him for the first time, but she was shy and shy. She noticed that his eyes curled up in an instant, and she refused to let him see him again.

Lu Jieming stared at those feet, his face turning red and turning pale, until Xu Lianlang asked him to sit down.

Xu Lianlang stepped on the shoes with bare feet, the back heels were exposed to the outside, they were white and tender, so she led Lu Jieming to sit down, and mysteriously brought the bowls and chopsticks, and stroked his shoulders in a comforting manner. Falling snowflakes.

"Did your Highness hear the movement in the east room when he got up at night and thought that a thief had entered? No one came, it was the servant who made something. Is your highness hungry? Do you want to use it together?" Xu Lianlang explained slowly, setting off the pot Cover, take the bowl to hold what she cooked.

"As for the injury on this body," she sighed seriously, feeling deeply sad for herself, "servant is really stupid, the road is slippery in snowy weather, you should change a pair of shoes, who knew that these shoes are so non-slip, you can touch a little The frozen place is untenable. This hand injury was caused by being too close to the boiling water when the noodles were placed, and was splashed."

She patted her dusty face like luck, "Fortunately, it didn't splash on the servant's face. Otherwise, it would be everyone's loss if such a pretty face got burned."

Lu Jieming was a little relieved, he watched her movements expressionlessly, and only noticed the words "servant" in her words.

In front of him before, she always referred to herself as "I". Since he said that master and servant are inferior, she changed her name and became "servant".

In fact, he didn't want to, and didn't like her calling himself that at all.

He slowly lowered his eyes, covering Qi Qi in his eyes.

He didn't realize it until Xu Lianlang brought the bowl of hot noodles in front of him.

Clear soup with few noodles, a poached egg, sprinkled with chopped green onion.

Xu Lianlang was a little embarrassed, it was a very simple longevity noodle.

She murmured in a low voice, "Your Highness, I have tried hard to find it, but I have no choice but to find these things. Let's make a living, and I will definitely give you better things for next year's birthday."

Lu Jieming's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Xu Lianlang in disbelief, he had forgotten his birthday...

It turns out that today is his birthday... After coming to Rehe Palace, no one will celebrate his birthday again...

"Come on, try the handicraft of the servants. If it's not delicious, you have to have a bite too. Longevity Noodles Longevity Noodles, bless our Highness to live a long life."

Lu Jieming's voice was hoarse, and he responded.

Squeezed out of the throat, it was extremely small, like the cry of a kitten abandoned by its owner, born arrogant and eager to be pampered.

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a noodle and put it in his mouth. It was a thin noodle with no taste, but he seemed to have tasted a mixture of sourness, sweetness, bitterness, spicyness, and grains, as if he wanted to take away all the sweetness of the two years in the Rehe Palace. Doubling, it seems to pour out all the grievances and bitterness of the past two years.

He regretted it, he didn't want her to leave.

I don't want her to leave Shuoyun Pavilion, I don't want her to leave me.

Two tears burst out of his phoenix eyes, shining brightly, sliding down his tall nose bridge and down his cheeks, Xu Lianlang was in a hurry, "Why are you crying?"

Lu Jieming had never cried in a sober state, he was strong and stubborn, and Xu Lianlang felt his heart was gouged out when he tried to force an indifferent child to cry.

She wanted to wipe his tears away, but when she remembered that she was all dirty and helpless, Lu Jieming took the initiative to hug her.

Tight, like a hug that wants to sacrifice itself.

He hugged her so tightly, desperately pressing his flesh and blood close to her, as if he wanted to melt himself into her body.

Xu Lianlang only thought that he was weak because of a bowl of longevity noodles, and he was full of pity, and slowly hugged her back.

The roof of the east house did not know which part was leaking, and the snowflakes crazily drilled into it, falling straight into the burning oil of the stove, rushing towards the warmth with the risk of death.

Xu Lianlang felt that Lu Jieming's body was shrinking and trembling, and his usual indifferent and strong appearance was completely broken. The moment Xu Lianlang's hand hugged him back, he almost couldn't control his subconscious trembling.

"I'll be good and obedient, will you stay?" The boy's cry seemed to tear Xu Lianlang apart, and he took out her heart and kneaded it.

"I'll really be good, I'll really be obedient." He repeated it over and over again, and Xu Lianlang's heart ached over and over again.

She nodded vigorously, but felt that she was not sincere enough, so she held Lu Jieming's face with both hands, allowing him to look at her.

Those phoenix eyes turned red, and the corners of the eyes and brows were full of tears, Xu Lianlang pressed his forehead to his, both of them were cold, but the moment they touched each other, they were warm and vivid.

"Your Highness, I have made up my mind long ago to grow up with you. When I left the palace at the age of 25, it was exactly the year before your weak crown. I will prepare the weak crown ceremony and hand it over to you personally."

Lu Jieming couldn't hide in the clear almond eyes, he also found a shelter in these almond eyes, his hanging heart finally let go, for the first time in these two years, he realized what peace of mind is.

But at the same time, he had never hated his selfishness so much, how selfish he was, trying to keep her with tears.

He knew a long time ago that as long as he shows a little fragility and a little begging, she will stay, she will stay in Shuyun Pavilion, and she will stay by his side, she is so kind and good.

He has been restraining, suppressing desperately, not wanting to use this kind of scheming on her, he let her go, the sky is high and the sea is wide, anywhere is fine, but on this night, he still couldn't defeat the devil in his body, and used tears , using her sympathy despicably, trying to keep her by his side.

If the birthday wish can really come true, then he wishes that Lian Lang will always live one day longer than Lu Jieming.

He would sacrifice his life to repay her kindness and protect her.

For her, he had to work harder to live.