C85

I was a very cooperative patient, telling me to take medicine. I drank it without a frown, and sometimes I saw him in a bad mood, but there were not many days like this.

After the imperial physician had said it all, he didn't come back again. Instead, he left two palace maids to take care of me. This illness was really too sudden and heavy, forcing me to lie in bed for seven or eight days.

I felt that those heaviest few days were like a dream. He would actually come and accompany me, look at me, and even take care of me for a bit.

I don't understand the reason for this. Could it be that in his heart, playing tricks on me is very important, so important that he has to personally understand me before he can use a higher method to play around with me? It wasn't that I wanted to think so badly of him, it was just that he didn't have any good intentions in the first place.

When I had just recovered from my illness, I sat on the threshold feebly, like a silky silkworm blowing on the wind. The two palace maids went to fetch my lunch, but I had no appetite. I didn't need them to take care of me before I called them back to rest.

The wind at the end of November brought with it the cold of winter, causing the bamboo to creak and the yellow-green leaves to fall with a melodious sound.

I heard it's colder in the Northwest. Is it snowing there? Snow should be taken care of.

I waited for you, but it was just a belief. I knew that in the end, I wouldn't be with you.

It doesn't matter if I'm clean or dirty. I'm still a prostitute, regardless of whether I'm still clean or not in your eyes, I know that I'm already muddy under the water.

"Thinking about me?" A laughing voice entered from the bamboo forest.

Although he was dressed in casual clothes, he looked elegant and graceful. He had a face full of rippling love, and his peach blossom eyes revealed a cheerful expression. He only had two young men by his side.

He must have known that I was better, so he came back to show off.

I turned my face away from him and respectfully said, "Your servant greets your majesty."

"I really did burn incense in my previous life." He was still as vicious as before.

Yes, I've burnt incense. I don't care about you. I won't fight you. I won't fight with you or something.

He seemed to feel it was a bit depressing, but he didn't say anything. Seeing my swing made from bamboo, he sat on it and looked up at the bamboo, saying, "Only a servant like you would enjoy this place."

I quite like it. It's mainly a quiet place, and there's also someone from the harem up and down. They all don't like it here, but this place which is close to the harem is called bad luck.

"Yun Zhiqiu." He raised his voice and called to me.

I lazily raised my head to look at him, only to see that he had a serious expression on his face. "I wonder what orders does Your Majesty have for me?"

"What are you looking at?"

Boring, yelling so carefully, and asking such a question.

"Looking at the clouds."

"I've heard from someone that all women who look at the clouds are as lonely as the clouds. All women who look at the clouds are like the clouds, unable to be caught."

Is that so? Is he very free to come here and talk about this? I won't look anymore. I look down to find sleep.

"Yun Zhiqiu, what do you think of me?"

These words were asked with a sudden shock that almost made me fall to the ground. "The emperor is the most respected emperor. Your servant's status is low; how could I dare to look at him casually?"

"Are you playing dumb with This Emperor? "Who's the one that took care of you when you were sick? Alright, keep all of your thorns. I want to take you under my wing and pamper you." He had a kind of charity mentality.

"This servant was fortunate in three lifetimes."

"I don't want to hear any of this nonsense. I'm still interested in you, so don't take any of my favors. I want you to serve me wholeheartedly. Your heart can only think of me, and your eyes can only see me." He glared with a hint of viciousness, as well as a few of his barbaric models.

I faintly smiled. "Is the emperor talking to this servant?"

He was so angry that he grabbed the bamboo and jumped down, his eyes gleaming with a cold light. "Yun Zhiqiu, you can say it another time …"

Oh no, he felt something in his hand, and he lowered his head to look.

He saw it, turned aside, looked again, and when he looked up at me, the look in his eyes became like ice. He smiled grimly and said, "Zhiqiu, are you waiting for me?"