Chapter 180 Rosemary 3

The maid in charge poured a glass of water and ordered to inform Li Shimin. My throat was dry, and a glass of water led me to a sense of thirst. I drank a few more cups of water in a row. The warm water dispersed from my abdomen, my vague consciousness gradually faded, and my eyes became clear. The sunshine outside the window is very good, but unfortunately I don't want to enjoy it again.

The maid told me that after three days and three nights in a coma, Li Shimin brought folds to my hall to watch, guarded them all night, and then went to court the next day. Now the early morning is almost over. Speaking of this, there was a notice outside the hall. Li Shimin rushed to my bed in surprise, looked at me happily, and sighed, "Let you stay in the Deqing Palace. Do you think I forbid you? Do you think I don't know your body?"

I smiled at him and turned softly in my stomach: "It seems that I really can't get out of this Deqing Palace. Every time I go out, something happens."

He looked at me gently and was distressed and angry: "Have a good rest. I will often come to see you, but I can't let you find that you are losing your temper and don't eat."

I smiled slightly and suddenly asked him, "Why do you care about me so much?"

This question is so stupid for him that it is hopeless, but for me, I can't figure it out. I'm not innocent in the background. I even have a hatred for him. Why is he so kind to me? He should be ruthless to me from the beginning.

He took it for granted, "You are my woman. I don't care about you, who cares about you."

The simplest reason is that if I have never lost my memory, will I still follow him? Will he still care about me? The truth he covered with blood is my biggest shame. I would rather die than so many people suffer for me. For a moment of suffocation, I closed my eyes gently and didn't say anything.

Li Shimin held my hand and said, "If you need anything, send someone to tell me, and I'll ask someone to prepare it."

My heart moved and waved my hand to make all the palace people in the hall retreat. My eyes flowed and looked carefully at every trace of expression on his face, word by word: "I want you... pick a basket of stars for me."

A trace of shock, he smiled stiffly, a little nervous and unbelievable. He said softly, "Xiaoran, you..."

"I'm not Mo Xiran." I interrupted him and smiled astringently, "I'm Yin Qiyan, the daughter of the Yin Shishishi of General Zhangye and General Zuo Yiwei in the previous dynasty, Yin Qiyan!"

I tried to straighten up. He wanted to help me, but I pushed him away. I leaned hard on the back of the couch, and I was out of breath. I smiled brightly, but tears kept sliding from my eyes: "You led the army through the city, killed my father, killed... Fei Feng! They are all dead, but I don't know. I have forgotten what happened 20 years ago. Twenty years have passed between chaos and my enemies!"

He stopped stiffly and looked at me in disbelief. He moved his lips but couldn't say a word. He was shocked and was speechless for a moment. The wind in the window suddenly became strong, floating the picture of holding hands before, and the wrinkled memory pulled a string in the heart and suddenly broke. The picture smashed, and the light spot leaking from the outside branches was the once beautiful fragment.

Thoughts are still flowing. I remember that he once sneaked into the vagina late at night and was found hiding in my room. He told me that he just wanted to come to me. Now that I think about it, I was simply ridiculous. I asked him silently in front of me, "You peeked at my father's military book and the defense map, didn't you?" I remembered that every time I made an appointment with him, I would always ask about my family. My father's trip, and I asked him again, "You took out my father's daily military affairs in order to know yourself and know each other and win every battle, right?"

I grabbed his big sleeve and laughed so painfully: "That is to say... you are just using me and have never loved me. Your lover is the princess who watched the world with you on the wall after the victory!"

In those years, the woman he held on the wall was none other than the princess of the previous dynasty, and it was Yang Fei! The emperor of the previous dynasty was mediocre and roadless, and the people spit on it. I think Yang Fei, like me, has long wanted the world to be ruled by the faint emperor again, and what I care about is whether he has ever cared about me or not.

I laughed hard, so that my tears flowed so that I couldn't feel it. Where the tears fell, there was a burning pain, like being peeled and exposed to the sun. I smiled, powerful and weak, and whispered loudly. I don't know at all, and I don't know if he heard it clearly. I just want to say it and pour out my pain, so that it won't be so uncomfortable. That's the pain that has been sealed for 20 years. Its birth is destined to be earth-shaking in my world.

"I'd rather not remember anything, so that I can think that you have loved the dead woman in the past 20 years, the woman who is similar to me in the portrait, at least without waking up from a dream and facing the more cruel reality. You have hidden it from me for 20 years, and you have also hidden it from yourself for 20 years, but the big dream finally woke up. The corners of my mouth slipped into a trace of tears, crying so astringently. In front of me was a shadow soaked with tears, hazy and blurred, as if I had never really recognized him. I looked at him and said, "Xi Feng has left and will never come back. And why did you leave me?"

He was no longer calm in his eyes. He hugged me in a panic, pressed his heart hard, and his shoulders trembled slightly: "Kui Feng left, with Qiyan. The rest is me, you, us!"

I laughed a little, and my eyes no longer stopped on him. I stared at the veil above and listened to his extreme explanation: "I admit that approaching you was indeed a step to attack the city. After leaving you, I missed you day and night and gradually found that my feelings for you were real. I sent you a hundred blessings to show my sincerity. When I went to the underworld to look for you, you had already left. When I see you again, you don't remember anything. I want to keep you, but you are undoubtedly the most dangerous around me. Your identity may be exposed at any time. This is what I fear most. And I can't watch you captured by my eldest brother, so I am determined to leave you by my side, look at you, and protect you. Your memory has become God's greatest gift to me!"

With his hands on his shoulders, I pushed weakly. He consciously let go of his arms and looked deeply at me. After a moment of silence, I said slowly, "You are a good emperor and love the world, but you are too selfish to me."

He sighed deeply, lowered his eyes and closed his eyes. After a moment, he raised his eyes, reluctantly smiled, and gently stroked my hair as usual: "What else can I do for you?"

I hesitated for a long time before muttering in an inaudible voice, "I want to see Xiao Zhu."

He nodded: "Okay."

I thought he would not agree to this request, because he knew that I would definitely ask about relevant things again when I saw Xiao Zhu, and there was no doubt that he would be more sad, but he agreed. Do you respect me or be helpless to me?

The palm of my hair stroked to touch my cheek, but it was taken back like an electric shock in an instant. When he got up, I grabbed him with my backhand and asked, "You already know that the poison on your body is under Hongzhi, right? Did you... kill him?"

The joy flashed from his eyes, and he shook his head: "He is your own brother."

My heart was a little soft, and I struggled to ask him, "If you break the law and sin with the common people, aren't you afraid of raising tigers?"

He looked at me and said in a very heavy voice: "I have my own decision."

After saying that, he left the Deqing Palace.

I don't want to meet anyone on the couch and ask the maid to dress and wash for me. I leaned softly on the soft chair, waiting for Xiao Zhu's arrival. Not long after, there was a notice outside the hall that he came. He worshipped me and stood there waiting for me to speak. His eyes quietly moved on me, and the worries in his eyes gathered. Presumably Li Shimin has talked to him.

I grabbed the chair and straightened up and said to him, "I want to know how you found out my identity."

Sure enough, he no longer hides it. At this time, there is nothing to hide. He said, "To tell the truth, when the State of Zheng died, many antique paintings in the palace flowed into the people, and I accidentally got a portrait."

Looking into his eyes, I understand which pair he is talking about. It's Wang Shichong's woman who sees pictures day and night, and I have some imagination with her. I motioned him to continue, and he said again: "When I got that portrait, I remembered my aunt. When I was illiterate, I found that the days marked on this painting showed that it was not you. I thought it was over, but the change was after I entered the palace. At that time, you asked me to investigate the case of collecting and filling. In fact, at that time, the emperor also secretly gave me a task, which was also about collecting and filling. During the investigation, I found that what the emperor wanted me to investigate was related to you, so I began to investigate you. After your old residence and the two portraits were investigated and verified one by one, I found your identity, and the emperor was furious.

It turned out that the portrait of Zheng Guo Palace was in the hands of Xiao Zhu. No wonder the people of Luoyang could not find the painting. But what does the portrait in Zheng's palace have to do with me? I asked strangely, "The portrait in the palace is me. Who is the portrait of Zheng Guo Palace?"

Xiao Zhu paused and lowered his head: "The portrait from Zheng's palace is your mother." I was stunned. My mother died as early as I was a child. How could... How could she be involved with Wang Shichong? Xiao Zhu below was still talking. He explained, "When Wang Shichong was frustrated and met your mother's help, he left a deep root in his heart. At that time, your mother was already the wife of the Yin House and the wife of the Yin Shishi.

I closed my eyes and sighed secretly. When I saw Wang Shichong, he also told me such a story, but he didn't care at that time. It turned out that he was thinking about my mother, and he used that feeling to me even more wrongly. At the same time, I had to admire Xiao Zhu's ability. I smiled faintly and said to him more like saying to myself: "I understand. You are the only one who can find the mystery from the two paintings. No wonder you know this secret, and he is not willing to kill you.

Xiao Zhu hesitated and said sincerely, "Actually, the emperor did this just to protect you. Can you forgive him?"

I smiled coldly and sighed: "This is not protecting me. So many people died for me, and I have long been full of sins. God is very fair, and it will be my turn next. Moreover, I have not only personal grudges with him, but also family hatred. My father dug his family's grave, and they broke the city and killed my father. How can I regard this intoable national hatred that has never happened?

fell into silence, and no one could help me this time. I waved my hand and said, "Get back. I'm tired."

Xiao Zhu retreated, turned around a few steps and slowly walked back and left a word: "Love can tolerate all hatred. He loves you, so he protects you regardless of his family's grudges. The most important thing in the world is not to remember kindness, but to forget hatred.