Don't be tempted, sir

Chapter 145: The Bitter Couple

There were two deer in Hehe Palace, one pure white and the other with yellow spots, neither of them were afraid of people. When they saw the two people feeding the food, they raised their heads and approached with pride, and took a bite of the alfalfa in Shen Yining's hand, chewing it left and right.

"Yining, do you want to go see Master Song?"

Shen Yining shook his head: "No, the imperial doctors are here, and I will only cause trouble if I go."

Qizhu took another handful of alfalfa to feed the deer, turned her head to see her reaction and asked, "What happened when you went to Qiang this time?"

"I vowed to bring him back, but in the end he brought me back injured, haha." Shen Yining smiled bitterly, his eyes filled with painful memories.

Qizhu saw that she was sad, and neither wanted to say anything nor asked. She took Shen Yining's hand and looked at her lowered expression: "Are you really not going to see him? Are you feeling guilty or don't want to see him?"

"I'm not unwilling." Shen Yining raised his eyes and explained hurriedly.

"Then let's go and take a look!" Qizhu helped her over, and seeing that she was lame, she even called for a sedan chair.

The hall was quiet and extremely warm with many charcoal fires burning. Shen Yining naturally knew why he walked in quietly alone. The eunuchs were guarding the bed. He had his chest wrapped in gauze and was sleeping with his eyes closed.

It seemed that he was used to not being served in Qiang. The lame man wanted to get some water but the maid quickly poured it and handed it to him: "Miss, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

"Thank you." The room was too warm. Shen Yining saw that his lips were chapped and wanted to moisten his lips. He brought water and sat beside the couch. He touched his lips with his fingertips. The water dripped into his mouth. Song Xiaoyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly. The dryness made him dream that he was still in the desert. The faint fragrance lingered around Yining's right shoulder was pierced by the red moon and bleeding...

Seeing that he suddenly frowned and looked uncomfortable, Shen Yining was a little panicked and handed water to the maid beside him. She patted his shoulder and asked: "Xiao Yuan, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Xiaoyuan's lips seemed to be saying something, but she couldn't hear clearly. She leaned over and whispered something. When she could hear him mumbling, Shen Yining froze. In her dream, he was apologizing... He was begging her not to push him away, not to leave him... Self-blame and guilt completely drowned out the trace of relief. Shen Yining got up from the couch with red eyes, and walked out of the bedroom in a daze. Everyone surrounded her. Qizhu saw that she was in a trance and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Is Lord Song awake?"

"Thank you for the hospitality, sister. I want to go back..." Shen Yining's eyes were red and empty. At that time, he vomited blood and knelt on the ground, holding his skirt and begging in tears. He couldn't forget it... and neither could she.

Changjun waved goodbye and took Shen Yining home. She sat there in a daze all the way without any reaction. It was not easy to ask what happened, so he sent her to her room and could only ask Xingyue to take good care of her.

The days in Qiang State became an indelible pain in her heart. Shen Yining stayed in the house and did not go out, while Song Xiaoyuan was in a coma. The two of them were like a pair of miserable lovers, causing everyone to worry.

Luo Xi was even more worried. Last night, the carriage brought her to a mansion called Yuanyou in the city. It was very beautiful and full of purple irises. She didn't know what the future would be like, nor did she know what Zhao Jinmo meant... The irises swayed gently in the wind, and the sound of the piano was full of thoughts.

"Don't you like it?"

The sound of the zither was suddenly disturbed. Luo Xi turned around to look at the person who came. Zhao Jinmo held the bouquet of flowers tightly behind her back. The sound of her zither was full of sorrow and sadness: "Yuan Youju, Miss Luo doesn't like it?"

Luo Xi turned to look at the purple irises, put down the harp veil and walked closer to the irises: "I like it."

"This is for you, just be sure to like it." Zhao Jinmo handed over a bunch of freshly picked irises. Luo Xi took it, closed his eyes and sniffed it. The fragrance was faint but the color was rich.

"Thank you." Luo Xi turned and walked into the pavilion, with Zhao Jinmo following behind him.

"This will be your home from now on, Miss Luo."

Luo Xi sat down and casually placed the iris bouquet on the table with a look of indifference on his face: "General Zhao, you brought Luo Xi to the capital, and gave her this secluded residence. Do you like Luo Xi?"

Zhao Jinmo looked at the tender eyes with different colors. Since she asked, he should be a gentleman and admit it. He sat up straight and nodded seriously: "Luo Xi, I know that you are worried that it may hinder my future, but I don't want to miss this experience. I like you, Luo Xi, are you willing to go with me..."

"I don't want to...I don't want to." Zhao Jinmo felt discouraged and lonely after his words were interrupted.

"General Zhao, I cannot be your concubine. Since I have come to the capital with you, we should say goodbye now."

"I never considered you my mistress... I will marry you, only you." Zhao Jinmo clenched his palms and explained seriously. He had never thought of keeping a mistress, let alone treating her as a mistress.

Luo Xi had never thought that he would marry her. She was a little shocked. Zhu Chai shook her hairpin and Luo Xi turned away his fiery gaze: "I am a merchant girl, and I will not be your wife. General Zhao, we are strangers, and you want to marry a girl from an aristocratic family."

"But I only like you, Luo Xi."

"No, we shouldn't continue to be entangled. You seem to have been bewitched by me. Zhao Jinmo, no matter how we change, we are not suitable for each other. From now on... let's not see each other again..."

"Entangled, Miss Luo, do you think I am entangled?"

Luo Xi didn't think of him like that, but seeing that he was upset, she didn't explain anymore and stood up to leave. Zhao Jinmo watched her leave, and the iris he had just given her fell on the table. He stood up and said, "Miss Luo, as a reward, Yuan Youju thanks you for saving my life, you don't have to refuse. From now on, I won't bother you anymore."

Luo Xi turned around and Zhao Jinmo left with his sleeves clasped in dejection. The two passed each other and said goodbye.

Late at night, Yuanyouju was locked, and Luo Xi returned to the capital with his zither on his back. The only thing he took away was the iris he had given her....

Shen Changjun came to the military camp for training early in the morning. When he entered the camp, he saw a group of people gathered together. When he approached the camp, he saw that the soldiers were the captains who hurriedly left and went about their own business. There were also a few people who were not seen and stayed there, watching happily.

"What's wrong with him?" Shen Changjun saw that it was Zhao Jinmo who was dancing with the sword tirelessly, and asked from behind them.

A few people didn't react and folded their hands and smiled back: "From yesterday to now! Drinking and fighting with swords."

"It's not wine, it's worry."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Shen Changjun leaned closer to listen, and the man turned around and was about to speak.

"Captain, Captain!" They all ran away.

Seeing that they had disappeared, Shen Changjun picked up a spear and rushed onto the field. In no time, the sword in Zhao Jinmo's hand was knocked to the ground. Zhao Jinmo lay powerlessly on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Hey, little brat, I heard you were here yesterday, what's the matter?" Shen Changjun poked Zhao Jinmo on the ground with the handle of his spear.

"Cousin, she's gone..."

Shen Changjun squatted down and saw that he was drunk and his face was red and he couldn't hide his sadness. He turned his head and looked at the wine bottle beside him that had been empty for a long time. He sighed and said, "What's the matter? Is being trapped in love a new trend?"

Zhao Jinmo closed his eyes in despair. Shen Changjun helped him up and said, "You little bastard, if you have the energy, why don't you just ride a horse and chase him back?"

"No, I can't keep pestering her. She's gone... She's gone anyway."

"Entanglement? Not loving someone is entanglement. Never mind. Just have a good rest. You are all hopeless and just talking nonsense!" Changjun put him in the tent. How could the youngsters be like this? Even the older Xiaoyuan was like this... He turned around and went out of the camp to train the soldiers.

They are all miserable couples!