The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 239 The Rain in the Dream

Once the idea of ​​self-destruction is born, it can no longer be controlled, Yan Wenmao unconsciously tightened his palms, feeling a little sad and tired.

Luo Chuchu only thought that what he said was ironic, Yan Wenmao must have felt that Shi Huaishan had entered the palace to discuss with her, and what he did must be at her behest.

"Do you not believe me? I really won't spread bad words about you..."

With tears in her eyes aggrieved, she looked straight at the semi-transparent screen on the window lattice, wondering what Yan Wenmao was thinking.

There was no way to talk face to face, and even an apology seemed insincere.

In the end, Yan Wenmao still didn't let her in, and Shi Feng gently and non-negotiably blocked the door, saying: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to return to the palace."

Luo Chuchu glanced at the closed door with tears in her eyes, and trotted away from Panlong Palace with her skirt in hand, ignoring the maids following behind.

The early spring wind lingered in the chill, blowing Luo Chuchu's wet cheeks red, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears, sucked her red nose, and sat on a certain step at random.

After she wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, she calmed down a little, and suddenly thought of a question.

If Yan Wenmao wanted to, even she wouldn't be able to enter Panlong Palace.His power is too great, if he wants to completely wipe out Prince Qin's Mansion, it is impossible to give Shi Huaishan a chance to save people.

So, so...

Yan Wenmao was actually planning to let those people go.

The hand on the cold stone steps clenched unconsciously, so if she asked Shi Huaishan to save someone, did she just step on him and fulfill Shi Huaishan?
Thinking of this possibility, the guilt towards Yan Wenmao increased.No wonder he has a bad attitude towards Shi Huaishan, it turns out...

Luo Chuchu looked at the clouds floating in the sky blankly. How many times did she hurt Yan Wenmao without knowing it?Could it be that something like this has happened before, but she just didn't notice it?

Coupled with her rejection of him, Yan Wenmao's refusal to see her is understandable.

Thinking about this clearly, Luo Chuchu wiped his face clean, lowered his head and walked towards Qifeng Palace in small steps.

Looking at the lonely figure, Shi Feng moved into the shadow of another tree.

Not noticing that someone was following behind him, Luo Chuchu walked back to Qifeng Palace, thinking a lot on the way.

She began to wonder if there was some reason for Yan Wenmao's attack on those houses before the Prince Qin's Mansion was settled, rather than simply offending Yan Wenmao.

It's just that now there is no reason to ask Yan Wenmao again, and it is very likely that he will think that he is turning over old scores.

Luo Chuchu realized belatedly that some things would become irreparable once the right time was missed.But how to judge and see clearly when to do something is difficult for the parties to know.

She could only guess based on the little information she had learned, that those families must have made some mistakes, and there was a reason why they had to be killed.

The night silently engulfed the palace, Luo Chuchu went back to her room to sleep, the candles were flickering, she was lying on the big bed made of brocade, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

It wasn't until the moon was in the middle of the sky that her disturbed thoughts were suppressed by the darkness, and she fell asleep vaguely.

Between half-dream and half-awake, a window that was not closed tightly seemed to be blown open by the wind.

A black shadow floated into the room like the night wind, and the windows were closed to block the night wind from the warm room.

The cloak stained with frost was taken off, and the bamboo hat was placed on the table.

Walking silently, she walked towards Luo Chuchu who was lying on the bed with one hand and one leg hanging down beside the bed.

She didn't sleep well, her brows were tightly frowned, half of the brocade quilt had been kicked away and piled on the other side.

Perhaps it was because she didn't go to sleep until she couldn't bear it anymore, Luo Chuchu's dreams were not very peaceful, her mind was groggy, and she seemed to be haunted by a nightmare.

Yan Wenmao leaned over, gently put Luo Chuchu's hands and legs back on the bed, and pulled the Jin quilt over, carefully tucking her in.

The half of the nephrite-like white and tender face was pressed against the pillow, making the cheeks round, very cute.

There was no trace of crying, but the corners of the eyes were still a little red.

Yan Wenmao stared at the sleeping Luo Chuchu, bent down, and covered her cheek with a fragile kiss.

She would feel wronged and sad because she refused to see her, and Yan Wenmao felt more sad than she.

Even this moment, so close to the breath intertwined, could not numb the heartache.Rather, the closer you get, the more you feel sad because of the distance between the two.

And Luo Chuchu's consciousness was blurred in his sleep, and he smelled a nice fragrance approaching, staying very close to him, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and hugged the source of the fragrance.

The solid and warm feeling made Luo Chuchu very dependent, holding her tightly and refusing to let go.

Yan Wenmao froze, thinking that Luo Chuchu had woken up, but she couldn't speak.Looking at it calmly, Luo Chuchu was still breathing evenly and long, and was still sleeping, but his brows unconsciously relaxed a little.

Luo Chuchu's consciousness was chaotic, he only felt very safe, and fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep was very long, as if someone was talking to me, that person was very familiar, but I couldn't see his face clearly in the dream.

He wasn't talking about love, but was counting all the forces he possessed, telling Luo Chuchu everything tirelessly, as if he was afraid that she wouldn't know.

At the end, he also said that he would hand everything over to her, which made Luo Chuchu pouted in dissatisfaction. How did he say these things? Did he say what she liked to hear?
After Yan Wenmao finished speaking, the room returned to silence, only two breathing sounds remained.

Luo Chuchu dreamed that it was raining in the sky again, and the raindrops fell on her cheeks drop by drop.She was a little confused, obviously she was hiding under the mountain, why did the rain still hit her?

A drop of rain slid down her cheek to her lips, a little bitter, as if melting many emotions.

Yan Wenmao's eyes were a little red, and he gently removed Luo Chuchu's hands from her body, and wiped off the water droplets on her face with a handkerchief.

He was never willing to show his vulnerability in front of others, but at some point, he began to be willing to take off his disguise in front of Luo Chuchu.

He took off the faded red string on his wrist, pulled out the amulet Luo Chuchu was wearing around his neck, and put the red string into the amulet.

May she be safe and well, and may she be safe in everything.

……

I slept too late last night, and woke up the next day with a little groggy head.

Luo Chuchu rubbed his forehead and shook his head.

She seemed to have dreamed of Yan Wenmao last night. She dreamed that he had said a lot to her, but unfortunately she only remembered a little bit.

She didn't quite understand. It was strange to dream of him, but not to dream of confessing her cards to her.

And that rain...

Luo Chuchu subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face, and smelled a faint fragrance, so faint that it was about to dissipate.

She couldn't believe it, and sniffed again.

Then he simply pulled up the quilt, and there was also this fragrance outside the quilt.

Luo Chuchu sat on the bed blankly, first she puffed up her cheeks and was a little angry, then a certain sourness in her heart swelled up, and then this slightly sweet sourness spread to her whole body.

(End of this chapter)