Chapter 222 I Didn't Smile

In the middle of the night, Zian tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

In the days since ancient times, she always lacked sleep and was always exhausted.

But now she is slowly getting on the track, but she starts to suffer from insomnia.

The memories of the original owner Xia Zi'an always flooded into his mind late at night, entwined with her hatred.

Outside the window, there is a sound.

She jumped up.

Nanny Yang hasn't come back from the palace yet, Xiaosun is serving in her mother's room, and Dao Boss will not enter the inner room without orders, let alone come to the door of her wing.

"Who?" Zian asked alertly.

"You can open the door, or I can knock on the door." A gloomy voice came from outside the window.

Zi'an was startled, is it him? What are you doing here this late at night? Could something have happened?

Zian hurriedly opened the door and took a step back. Before she could stand still, a black shadow covered her, and she was pulled into a huge embrace like this. The smell of wine came out, accompanied by his heavy and suppressed breathing. .

"What happened? Have you been drinking?" Zian panicked. He had never seen him like this before. What happened?

"Don't ask, don't talk!" He breathed out on top of her head with a strong alcohol smell, and his voice still had an indescribable depression.

Zian guessed in his heart that something must have happened.

She didn't ask any more, but put her arms around him, buried her head in his chest, and remained silent.

His breathing was rapid, and his whole body was filled with sadness. Even if he didn't say anything, Zian could still feel that his whole body was soaked in sadness.

She was flustered, unspeakably flustered, there were really too many disputes surrounding them recently, and situations appeared almost every day.

She really couldn't imagine what would make him almost collapse.

It was a long time before he let her go.

Zian looked at his face, he was very haggard, his lips were dry, and his whole body lost all spirit.

"I'll pour you a glass of water!" Zian turned around and poured him a glass of water. The water was already completely cold, but he drank it in one go.

He held the cup and sat down, looked at her, and said without thinking, "The woman who was the best to this king is dead."

Zi'an was taken aback, could it be Rouer?

She felt sorry for him from the bottom of her heart, but she couldn't think of words to comfort him, so she could only say: "My condolences, the dead cannot be resurrected."

Murong Jie leaned back in his chair and adjusted to the most comfortable position, "Go to sleep, I want to be quiet here for a while."

The Regent's House had suffocated him, and he had to flee.

"I'll sit with you." Zi'an said, he should love that girl named Rou'er very much, right? Although his heart was a little sad, their marriage was never decided by himself, and he never expressed his liking for her, and they could only be described as being happy together before.

She didn't know that he liked this Rou'er girl so much before, if she knew, she might restrain her heart a little.

Sadness poured out in the silent atmosphere, with unspeakable sorrow, neither of them made a sound, Murong Jie closed his eyes, but Zian knew that he was not asleep, because his eyelashes were trembling all the time.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, which showed that his mind was constantly spinning, and his headache should have happened again, because he always frowned subconsciously.

Zian walked over, stretched out his hand to rub the center of his brow, and said softly: "Relax, everything will be fine."

Warm fingers rubbed between his brows to his temples, and then pressed his forehead down from his temples. Under his fingers, his expression gradually relaxed.

After a long time, he took her hand and asked her to come in front of him. His eyes were heavy with pain and his voice was broken, "Zian, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, survival will be your biggest concern."

Zian nodded, "I know, everything I do now is to live well."

"Whether you can live well or not, you must live first. Only when you live can you have hope." Murong Jie emphasized.

"Hmm!" Zian stretched out his hand to touch his face, and his heart was filled with shock and pain. It seemed that the dead person was really important to him.

"Sleep, okay?" Zi'an asked softly.

Murong Jie looked at her, and finally nodded slowly, "Okay!"

Just like in a house in the suburbs of Beijing, the two share a bed.

Her hand was always in his, and the sound of her breathing was almost consistent.

"My king is fine!"

After a long silence, Murong Jie spoke suddenly.

Zian looked at him sideways, his face looked extremely cold under the weak light, "Some things are difficult for people to accept, but they must be accepted, because you will know that the grief in front of you is actually nothing. There are more tragedies beyond your imagination waiting for you, and the greatest tragedy in the world is that you are betrayed or hurt by the people closest to you."

"To a certain extent, I'm the same as you." Zian said while looking at the ceiling.

"Are you trying to say we're all in the same boat? The word itself is pathetic."

Zi'an was silent for a while, and then said: "Yes, it's sad, but you have to accept it."

"Aunt Sizhu is dead. She poisoned her master for me, and was bestowed a post by her master." Murong Jie said quietly, his voice filled with indescribable grief, "This is the saddest thing. In order to prevent my mother from hurting me, Aunt Sizhu wanted to kill my mother."

Zian was shocked, he was talking about Aunt Sizhu? She remembered that woman, who had been standing beside the noble concubine without saying anything.

died?

She actually wanted to poison the noble concubine? She turned out to be loyal? Always thought she was cheating.

That is to say, isn't he sad for Rou'er tonight?

"What are you laughing at?" Murong Jie suddenly asked angrily.

Zian was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand to pull down the corner of his slightly raised mouth, and rubbed his face vigorously, "Are you smiling? No, I always look like this when I want to cry. I feel bad for you. Aunt Sizhu must love you very much." you."

"I see, you were just laughing just now." Murong Jie stared at her, looking very angry.

Zian shook his head and denied, "Impossible, how could I laugh when you told me such a sad thing? I was so sad that it was too late."

"This king is not blind." Murong Jie sat up, threw off the quilt and was about to leave. He saw Xia Zian smiling, which made him feel very humiliated and very angry.

Zian stretched out his hand to hold him, and said angrily, "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I just... just couldn't control it, I didn't even know I was laughing."

"You mean, when you heard that Aunt Sizhu died, you couldn't help laughing?" Murong Jie couldn't believe his ears, and his little affection for her suddenly turned into fury.

Zi'an muttered: "No, I thought, at the beginning I didn't know that it was Aunt Sizhu who died, I thought it was the person you liked, you said, the woman who was the best for you died."

He looked at her inexplicably, "What kind of ghost? When will this king have a crush?"

"Rou'er!" Zi'an twisted the quilt, "Didn't you give me her clothes before?"

Murong Jie looked at her, "You mean, you just heard that this king doesn't have a crush, so you laughed?"