Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Shangguan Qian got into the carriage, shouting that she wanted to go home to complain to the old lady.

Sun Qingmei had no choice but to say to Shen Wei, "Madam Shen, I'm going back to the Marquis' Mansion first. It's hot and humid today, and it might rain tonight, so don't go out at night."

Seeing that Sun Qingmei was soaking wet, Shen Wei gently reminded her, "Madam Sun, don't forget to drink a bowl of ginger soup to warm yourself up after you return to the Marquis' Mansion."

The carriage of the Marquis's Mansion sped away.

Shen Wei returned to the lakeside villa. Zhaoyang was very considerate and had already asked the maid to clean the wing room carefully and let Shen Wei stay there for a few days.

As for Dr. Mo, Zhaoyang invited him to stay in the outer courtyard in order to let him treat the prince. Dr. Mo was reluctant at first, but Zhaoyang brought out a jar of aged wine, and Dr. Mo, who loved drinking, immediately agreed and happily moved into the outer courtyard.

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In the blink of an eye, it was dark.

Shen Wei often felt sleepy after she became pregnant, so she went back to her room early to rest. The villa by Luoyue Lake was quiet, with only the sound of the wind and guards patrolling at the door.

Zhaoyang used the excuse of being sleepy to ask the serving palace maids to leave early.

Zhaoyang sneaked out when the time was right. This was the first time Yan Yunting asked her out, and Zhaoyang took it very seriously. She dressed up and put on her favorite gilded long skirt, a white jade plum blossom gold hairpin Yan Yunting gave her, and a black cloak.

Zhaoyang's figure was shrouded in the night, and she slipped out of the back door silently. The place she and Yan Yunting agreed to meet was the East Pavilion of Luoyue Lake. Zhaoyang walked towards the East Pavilion with a lantern in her hand.

There was no one at Luoyue Lake at night, and it was pitch black. Zhaoyang sat in the pavilion and put the lantern aside. The moon in the sky was hazy, and the wind was whistling by the lake. Zhaoyang felt a little cold.

But she was not afraid and was looking forward to Yan Yunting's arrival.

Maybe, Yan Yunting will confess his true feelings to her tonight; maybe, Yan Yunting will take the initiative to propose to her.

Zhaoyang was happily immersed in fantasy. In the future, Yan Yunting would become her consort, they would have two children, and the couple would live in harmony...

Time passed quietly, and the wind on the lakeside grew stronger. The moon in the sky was covered, and the world was pitch black, with only a lantern in the pavilion dimly lit.

"Why hasn't he come yet?" Zhaoyang waited for a long time, but Yan Yunting was nowhere to be seen. The lakeside was dark at night, and the lake water was deep and dark. At first glance, it felt like an abyss.

Zhaoyang sat in the pavilion.

She heard a little rain, then the sound of the rain got louder and louder, and soon the whole world was covered by heavy rain. There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and a strong wind blew, blowing away Zhaoyang's lantern.

The candle in the lantern went out instantly.

Zhaoyang fell into terrible darkness.

The princess, who had been pampered since childhood, was alone outside facing a storm for the first time. Her heart was in her throat, and the whistling wind and thunder and rain were in her ears. Zhaoyang was trembling with fear.

"Yan Yunting hasn't come yet!" Zhaoyang felt a little aggrieved. He had clearly said that he would not break his promise, but he made her wait alone in the storm for a long time.

The storms on summer nights come quickly and go away quickly.

The heavy rain gradually turned into a light rain, Zhaoyang was soaked and shivering with cold. Zhaoyang still had a little hope in her heart, she thought, maybe Yan Yunting was delayed by something...

She was reluctant to leave the pavilion, as if she was angry with herself. She hugged her knees and waited stubbornly in the pavilion.

I don't know how long it took, Zhaoyang was half asleep and half awake, and suddenly heard the rustling sound of footsteps. She looked surprised and raised her head happily: "Yan Yunting, you are finally here!"

The rain hasn't stopped yet.

A skinny black figure entered the pavilion, and a man's hoarse and irritable voice came out: "Damn the weather, it's soaking wet! I can't open my shop tonight!"

Zhaoyang was stunned. The person who came was not Yan Yunting.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the pavilion. In the weak light, Zhaoyang saw a strange, skinny face. The strange man was skinny and had shifty eyes.

The man who broke into the pavilion to take shelter from the rain soon noticed Zhaoyang curled up in the corner of the pavilion.

The man saw Zhaoyang's pale face in the light of lightning.

In the middle of the night, a beautiful woman was soaked all over. Her wet dress stuck to her body, outlining her exquisite figure, which was really alluring.

The man's mouth slowly opened. He was a thief wandering around. He wanted to go out to steal money tonight, but he ran into a heavy rain and had to hide in the rain.

Who would have thought that he could meet a beauty by the lake? The thief showed his broken yellow teeth and said, "Oh, I'm lucky. I met a lake fairy."

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Rumbling--

Lightning flashed across the sky, and a moment later there was a deafening roar. Raindrops hit the eaves, and on the bed in the room, the pale-faced Tan Tairou leaned weakly on the pillow.

The room smelled of medicine.

Tan Tairou said weakly: "Brother Yunting, you don't have to take care of me all the time. I just vomited some blood. I just need a good sleep."

Yan Yunting put the medicine bowl on the table and said gently, "Go to sleep first. I'll stay by your side. I'll leave after you fall asleep."

There was a touch of emotion and attachment in Tan Tairou's eyes.

She drank the medicine, leaned on the pillow drowsily, and soon fell into a deep sleep. Yan Yunting lowered the bed curtain and left the small courtyard quietly.

Tan Tairou's family was mediocre, and her father was sent to handle official business and would not be able to return home for a few days. In the small courtyard, there was only an old servant serving Tan Tairou. Tan Tairou was sick but could not afford to see a doctor, so she could only endure the pain, and she is now seriously ill.

Yan Yunting held an umbrella, and the pouring rain poured down on it. He frowned and looked into the distance.

I have missed the time to meet Zhaoyang.

It was raining so hard, cold and wet, the spoiled Zhaoyang wouldn't stay in the pavilion for too long. He would definitely get impatient and leave early.

Yan Yunting sighed silently in his heart. He was unable to keep the appointment today. He would go to the princess's house to apologize tomorrow after the rain. As long as he was willing to humble himself and apologize, Zhaoyang would definitely forgive him immediately.

It has been like this all these years. No matter how excessive Yan Yunting's actions were, as long as he bowed his head, Zhaoyang would always forgive him.

She will stay here and wait for Yan Yunting.

"Bring a box of lip balm as an apology gift tomorrow." Yan Yunting said to himself, holding an umbrella and returning to the Yan family in the heavy rain.

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Luoyue Lake Villa.

Shen Wei had just fallen asleep when she was suddenly awakened by a call from outside the room. In the yard outside, the maid Yun'er cried out, "Hurry up, the princess is missing! Hurry up!"