The Prince Consort's Beloved

She had never seen him wear clothes of this color. Xiao Luobai never liked such bold and warm colors.

Now he looks very good in this bright red suit, with a kind of eye-catching beauty that suits him very well.

She couldn't help but wonder whether he was also dressed in red when he married Shanyang, so dazzling, even more handsome than the girl.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel regretful that she didn't marry him and didn't wear such a gorgeous red dress with him.

She reached out and touched his forehead again. It was still a little hot, so he must still have a low fever.

Xiaotian chased in, angrily pushed Li Yuanrou, and lowered his voice to scold: "What are you doing!"

When he saw Li Yuanrou with a frown and red eyes, he was also stunned.

He asked in surprise: "Why are you crying?"

Li Yuanrou wiped away the tears from her eyes and said as calmly as possible: "The wound on his face scared me."

Xiao Tian felt relieved and explained, "Oh, that, don't worry about it, it will heal in two days and won't leave scars. Look at my brother, isn't he handsome? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Li Yuanrou's voice was somewhat restrained and obscure: "Well... yes... you didn't lie to me..."

She smiled suddenly, as bright as the clouds and rain, her eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a beautiful beauty, but her face was slightly relieved, her long eyelashes fluttered and two tears fell, she murmured to herself: "He is indeed handsome, a graceful gentleman, as bright as the sun and the moon... I like him very much."

Xiaotian was happy: "You are quite good at speaking, not bad, you have good taste."

He smiled and pulled Li Yuanrou out: "Okay, now that we've finished, let's go out first and wait until he wakes up. I guess he will wake up tomorrow."

Li Yuanrou was pulled by him and looked back frequently, wanting to see him one more time. She hadn't seen enough.

As she walked, she asked, "Is he seriously injured? Is his life in danger? Has the wound been treated? His forehead is a little hot. Has he used medicine?"

She asked a series of questions, but she hadn't finished asking them when she was almost at the door. She paused and accidentally glanced at an unclosed box on the ground, with an opened scroll on it and several rolled up scrolls underneath.

Li Yuanrou broke free from Xiaotian's hand, quickly went over to pick up the scroll, her heart filled with shock.

This is a lifelike painting, it depicts her face and her age of 12, with the traditional Chinese character "十二" written at the end.

She put it down quickly and hurried to turn to the scroll below. There was a portrait. She quickly opened it and glanced at the signature: 11.

Xiaotian hurriedly grabbed her and scolded her in panic, "What are you doing? Don't touch these. These are my brother's treasures. If you break anything, my brother will slap me to death."

Li Yuanrou's hands were held by Xiaotian. Two tears fell from her eyes. She looked up in astonishment and asked him, "Did your brother draw these? What are these?"

Xiaotian explained to her nonchalantly, "Don't worry about it. My brother drew these in a dream for fun. They are all fake. Just treat them as if they were you."

As he packed the box, he muttered to himself, "I came here today to look for this but haven't had time to pack it back yet. I have to finish it quickly. Otherwise, if my brother wakes up and finds out, he will definitely not let me off..."

He packed up and moved the box to the corner, then dragged Li Yuanrou out and sent her back to the woodshed: "You stay here first and wait until my brother wakes up. I won't tie your hands and feet. But I warn you, you'd better not run around. There are guards everywhere here. If you are discovered, you will surely die!" Xiaotian made a ferocious expression to scare Li Yuanrou.

Li Yuanrou ignored him. She was still immersed in the paintings for a long time and couldn't come back to her senses.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Xiaotian bolted the door and left.

Li Yuanrou sat beside the firewood pile and began to think. If she guessed correctly, the painting should be one per year, which means that Xiao Luobai could dream of her in the past. This sounded a bit too unbelievable, but on second thought, if she could travel through time, then what else could be impossible?

She laughed again, as if she suddenly understood something, and chuckled softly.

She was saying, how could a man like Xiao Luobai fall so deeply in love with her and never forget her just based on a single encounter in childhood, and be willing to pay such a huge price to marry her? How many secrets was he hiding from her?

After thinking about it, my heart gradually calmed down.

After a while, Xiaotian came back angrily. He removed the bolt and kicked the door open. He panted and scolded Li Yuanrou, "You unreliable woman, why didn't you tell me earlier that you already have a husband!"

Li Yuanrou raised her head and glanced at him slowly, but didn't reply. She guessed that it was the fortune teller who told him that.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Xiaotian thought that she was guilty and speechless, and he became even angrier. He walked to Li Yuanrou, looked down at her, and breathed rapidly, obviously angry. He said through his nostrils: "Go away!"

Li Yuanrou chuckled and said slowly and lazily: "I won't leave. I like your brother."

Xiao Tian's eyes widened with anger, and he refused in a deep voice: "No! You are already a married woman, and my brother won't want you either."

Li Yuanrou leaned against the firewood pile, looking relaxed: "How do you know he won't want me? If I say he will definitely like me as long as he sees me, do you believe me?"

After hearing this, Xiaotian laughed disdainfully: "What big talk are you making! Do you think my brother is someone you can just take over from anyone?"

Li Yuanrou looked at him with a half-smile and said slowly: "If you don't believe me, just try it. I'm a married woman, so what? I look like the woman in his painting. Maybe he likes me."

Xiaotian tilted his head and looked at Li Yuanrou suspiciously, with scrutiny in his eyes. Now he stopped panting, as if he was considering whether what she had just said could come true. After all, she did look somewhat like the woman in the painting.

Li Yuanrou saw that his eyes were avoiding her, and she said, "If he doesn't like me when he wakes up tomorrow, I will leave the mountain immediately."

Xiaotian lowered his eyes and looked at her critically. Without saying anything else, he locked the door and went out.

The sky gradually darkened again, and no one came to deliver dinner. Li Yuanrou suspected that she had been forgotten.

It was pitch black all around, and being in such a small space, she began to get scared again.

When she was alone in Qingmei Garden, she always lit candles before going to bed at night. Later, when Xiao Luobai moved in, she changed her habit of lighting candles all night before going to bed.

Now there is no candle in the woodshed, nor is Xiao Luobai...

Li Yuanrou hugged her arms tightly, closed her eyes, and silently chanted in her heart: Xiao Luobai protects me, Xiao Luobai protects me, Xiao Luobai protects me...

She didn't know how many times she had recited it, nor did she know how she finally fell asleep.