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Mengdie was the first to react, and left her seat to salute, with her usual submissive smile, as if Ling Zimo had only been here yesterday.
Ling Zimo clasped his hands behind his back and tightened them, trying to suppress the excitement in his heart, and looked at her deeply.
Over the past few days, how many times he wanted to walk into this garden and seek that piece of peace, but how many times he walked not far away, but finally stopped and turned around. Today, a decree came out from the palace, ordering the princes and ministers to bring their families into the palace on New Year's Eve to attend the state banquet. He told himself that he came here tonight just to convey the imperial decree to her. However, from the moment he entered the door, he refused to take his eyes off her.
Having been neglected by herself for more than a month, she has hardly changed at all, like a quiet lake, waiting patiently among the green hills for a long time. However, his face seemed a little pale. Is it unwell? His brow furrowed slightly.
Zi Hua suddenly let out a low cry, and covered her mouth with her hands, only then did she realize what she had just said. Ling Zimo finally looked away from Mengdie, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he glanced at Zi Hua, but his eyes were cold. Zi Hua trembled, immediately knelt down, and said in a low voice: "My lord, forgive me, Zi Hua is too talkative!"
Before Ling Zimo could speak, Mengdie said: "Prince, please don't get angry. It's because Mengdie is not strict. They are used to being casual in front of me, so sometimes they talk out of proportion. Besides, Zihua is loyal to the prince, No offense was meant at all.¡±
"Oh?" Ling Zimo raised his eyebrows, and then looked at Mengdie's serious expression, his heart skipped a beat. "Whether you are loyal or not, this king naturally knows." He smiled slightly, and waved to Zi Hua, "Get up!"
Only then did Zi Hua stand up relieved.
Ling Zimo looked at the table and asked, "Why, haven't you finished your dinner yet?"
But Mengdie said: "My lord must have something important to do today, please but it doesn't matter."
Ling Zimo untied the cloak, threw it to Zihua, and sat down at the table: "I just haven't had dinner yet!" As he said, he took Mengdie's chopsticks and picked up a piece of stir-fried vegetable Heart, eat on your own.
Chuchun was dissatisfied with Ling Zimo just now, but now he just stares dumbfounded.
Mengdie sighed inwardly, why does this prince always play cards not according to the rules? She had no choice but to tell Chuchun: "Go and get some tableware."
"Oh!" Chuchun replied in a daze, obviously still not able to react. Zi Hua gently pushed her aside, and pulled her down quickly.
Mengdie stood aside, looking at Ling Zimo with mixed feelings. He seems to have lost some weight, and there is a look of tiredness between his brows. Is it because he is busy with affairs in the court? Or hang around too many flowers? What did Zi Hua just say? Isn't it flirtatious?
In fact, I don't really care about his coming and going that much, do I? When she dreamed back at midnight, she could never forget that warm embrace. Although it was only possessed for a moment, the warmth she longed for for a long time seemed to have touched a certain string deeply buried in her heart. There was also the "Dream Butterfly", which she could not hear clearly, and always thought it was a hallucination, but Chuchun confirmed its authenticity. That cry, the concern was clearly palpable, so for a long time, it seemed to always echo in her ears from time to time.
However, Mengdie knows that she seems open-minded and desireless, but in fact she just dares not and cannot touch those feelings that may break her to pieces. She will never forget how her mother died with hatred under the double pain of body and mind, and the "curse" that has weighed heavily on her since she was a child
"Princess!" Ling Zimo looked up at her at some point, his eyes flashed with concern, "Didn't the concubine finish eating? What are you doing standing there?"
Mengdie tried her best to put aside the complicated thoughts in her heart, forced a smile, and sat down at the table.
"You, you don't seem to be looking well." Ling Zimo tried his best to make his concern not sound so obvious.
Mengdie touched her face subconsciously, her tentacles were icy cold, and she couldn't help reminding herself secretly that she couldn't go on like this. Now the foot is not deep enough, if she can't cut the thread of love with the sword of wisdom, I'm afraid that she will repeat her mother's mistakes in the future. Thinking like this, my heart finally calmed down, so I said nonchalantly: "Your Majesty is concerned, it may be that the weather has been cold recently, so you have suffered from a little cold."
Ling Zimo took a careful look at her before nodding his head: "Are there enough clothes and bedding? I'll ask Xihan to send some more tomorrow." Then he glanced around the room and said, "Your room is a bit colder, let He sent more braziers."
At this time, Zi Hua brought in the bowls and chopsticks. Because Ling Zimo is here, I dare not eat at the same table anymore,Then he withdrew what Chuchun and the two had used before.
Mengdie declined to Ling Zimo and said: "There are enough clothes, so there is no need to send a brazier. Although the room is cold at the moment, it will naturally get warmer after the beginning of spring."
Ling Zimo did not answer, noncommittal.
Seeing him like this, Mengdie could only say: "Thank you, my lord!"
Both of them were a little absent-minded during this meal, and they just took two bites hastily. After dinner, Ling Zimo drank two sips of tea and said the palace's will. Then the two sat opposite each other, thinking about each other, but they were speechless for a while.
Although he had nothing to say, Ling Zimo actually wanted to sit like this forever, but Mengdie looked at his nose and nose, looking at his heart, and he had no intention of talking, and finally sighed secretly, got up and wanted to leave.
Mengdie got up to see them off, and walked to the door. Ling Zimo opened the door, and a gust of cold wind came, and Mengdie couldn't help shivering. Ling Zimo seemed to have noticed something, and without looking back, he just said, "It's cold outside, don't send it away." After that, he closed the door with his backhand and strode out.
Mengdie froze for a while, then slowly opened the door again. The night outside the door was pitch black, and Ling Zimo's figure had long since disappeared. The biting cold wind was blowing on her body, but she didn't seem to notice it at this moment. Suddenly her face turned cold, Mengdie looked up, but saw a few crystal white spots rolling in the wind.
Snowing!
Mengdie reached out to catch it, and a snowflake fell silently on her palm, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. She stared blankly at the drop of clear water on the palm of her hand, just like a tear of regret, lamenting the ephemerality of life.
"Princess!" Zi Hua called out from the side, with worry in her voice.
Mengdie turned her head in a daze, and suddenly saw that she was holding a black cloak in her hand, which Ling Zimo had just untied but had not taken away. Mengdie's heart moved, she took the cloak with her hands, and ran into the night.
"Princess! Concubine! Where are you going?!" Zi Hua shouted anxiously from behind, as if Mengdie had never heard of it. She has only one thought in her mind at the moment: to catch up with him! catch up with him! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com