Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Even Song Shichu was not afraid. They were in a mess, but also fulfilled. Song Yue was too busy on weekdays to have any chance to teach Song Shichu. This was a good opportunity to teach her something different. Wouldn't it be a waste not to make use of these snakes, insects, rats and ants?

Su Wanmo waited for a long time but Song Yue didn't give in. He felt annoyed and was trying to figure out the right measure.

Finally, Song Yue couldn't hold on any longer, and Song Shichu was bitten by a poisonous insect and fell into a coma.

Song Yue finally sent a message for help.

Su Wanmo couldn't sit still any longer and rushed to the prison.

Even though he knew that his subordinates would pretend to obey him but actually disobey him, he still couldn't help but feel angry when he actually saw their miserable condition. In just a few days, they became extremely thin, with pale faces and skinny bodies, and no longer had their former charm.

"How dare you! How dare you! Investigate for me, who did this?"

Leaving the stinking prison, the air outside seemed to be sweet. Song Yue greedily took a few sips, nestled in Su Wanmo's arms, and spoke slowly: "Do you know how many days Chuchu was in a coma?"

Su Wanmo didn't know: "I don't know, I'm sorry, I don't know."

Song Yue didn't care whether he knew or not. If he truly valued it, he wouldn't have let anyone start this. He was undoubtedly warning himself, telling himself that he had plenty of strength. Of course, he couldn't exaggerate. To say he knew everything wasn't entirely true. There were so many people under him who had their own opinions and were fence-sitters. Wouldn't he be exhausted if he tried to deal with every one of them? "If the water is too clear, there will be no fish." Isn't that the way of a ruler?

Fortunately, fortunately, I have always maintained my rationality, fortunately, I am not deeply trapped. During these days in prison, I have long reflected on the reasons for my long series of self-reflection. Because I am not as I thought that I would not fall in love with him. On the contrary, I have fallen in love with him. That is why I feel disgusted, lost, and care about and pay attention to everything about him. Wherever he is, my eyes are fixed on him.

Fortunately, I discovered it myself.

She never believed in reconciliation. If you can't go back to the beginning, you can't go back. Even if you can go back to the beginning, she doesn't necessarily want to take such a big risk for this little bit of love.

She understood that her weight was much lighter than that of the country, and Song Yue never liked to put beauties and the country in opposition. Rather than saying so, it would be better to say that it was the opposition between privilege and powerlessness, but why must beauty be used to replace this privilege?

Because in their subconscious, women are narrow-minded and inconsiderate. They deny women's contributions, fight for women's credit, but put all the blame on women.

But women could also sacrifice themselves for their country and contribute to their families...

They are blind to all of this, they suppress, flatter, and undermine the power of women.

Why?

Because history books are written by men, decisions are made by men, and power is held by men...

The Imperial Hospital concluded that Song Shichu had been poisoned for more than three days. If Song Yue had not had the silver needle, Song Shichu would probably be a corpse now.

Su Wanmo pulled those people out, and found that they all had some relationship with those noble ladies, so it was natural for him to send all those noble ladies back home, once and for all.

Those noble ladies are Su Wanmo's stepping stones, and also Song Yue's stepping stones. Song Yue doesn't believe that Su Wanmo didn't do it on purpose. As a vested interest, Song Yue will certainly not stop him.

That is, if he is willing to hand over the ladder, what if he walks down himself?

It was a gorgeous dress, but Song Yue could no longer wear it. The loose clothes hanging on her body greatly affected her appearance and Su Wanmo's mood.

Song Yue's spirit and energy also gradually withered like his body, becoming dull, like a sick animal trapped in a cage.

Su Wanmo withstood tremendous pressure and even took the initiative to rescue the Song family from prison. When love becomes calm and passion is worn away by dullness, one day he will regret his current efforts.

There will be such a day. How can we talk about fairness when the relationship is not equal?

But now he is still curious about Song Yue, and he still has patience and love for her, so he feels sorry for her weight loss and will do everything he can to make her happy.

She had the imperial kitchen prepare different snacks for her every day, and even the other members of the Song family were well taken care of.

She was eating attentively, cooperating attentively, but she wasn't the same as before, like a puppet at his mercy, soulless. Once you have something, you want more. What had he said back then? He said he didn't care whether it was love or hate, that he didn't care whether she forgave him or not, as long as she stayed by his side.

But he is completely different now. He wants her to be happy, to laugh or get angry when he sees him, to mock him like usual, and to call his name without knowing the consequences like usual.

Song Yue was like a flesh and blood balloon that would expand when injected with gas. She gradually regained her flesh and blood, and would smile at her family and servants. She would get angry and punish the servants if they did something wrong.

But when he sees Su Wanmo, he is always dull and avoids others.

Su Wanmo knew that she did it on purpose, but he didn't want to lose such a lively girl.

But gradually, the accumulation of official duties, the nagging of ministers, and Yan Zhuo's admonitions seemed to push him away, away from Song Yue. Suddenly, he remembered the words: "When Song Yue starts to be cautious with him, the heavy hammer from that year will hit him in the chest again."

He had never longed for someone so much. The piece of clothing had long been placed at the head of his bed. He had to hold it in his arms day and night before he could fall asleep. Whenever the scent dissipated, he would sneak in and steal the smell.

The same goes for tonight.

The moonlight and cool breeze made Su Wanmo particularly awake. She imitated Song Yue's sleeping face. It had only been a month since the incident, and she had only been in the palace for half a month, but it seemed like a long time had passed, as if it had been decades.

He seemed particularly greedy tonight, and didn't want to leave after sitting on the edge of the bed.

When Song Yue turned over, her moon-white undergarment slipped out of the quilt. After covering her with the quilt, Su Wanmo discovered that she had gained a lot of weight. Perhaps it was because the food in the palace was too good, or because she ate honestly. Every time Su Wanmo saw her eating, his appetite would increase greatly.

I looked at her quietly, thinking about the past. Suddenly, I realized, when did I have to rely on memories to live my life? She was right beside me, so why should I rely on memories to live my life?

The confident and strong Su Wanmo seemed to be back. Was he ever a person with low self-esteem? He had rarely been unconfident in his three years of rescue. There were plenty of ways to win her back.

I squeezed into her bed and slept soundly.

It’s good to have a quiet harem, without having to worry about your life all the time.

Song Yue has woken up very early since she became pregnant, but she was still surprised when she woke up and saw Su Wanmo.

Looking at him after he fell asleep, he was no longer as strong as when he was awake. He seemed to have turned back into the person he was at the beginning, respecting the wishes of others, calm and decisive.

"Bad guy, big bad guy Su Wanmo! I don't want to bother with you."