Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

Nothing had changed except that the two brothers had lost their mother.

Li Zhao was depressed for quite some time.

Wen Yuan was afraid that he couldn't hold on, so he stayed by his side day and night.

I would fall asleep in the middle of the night and suddenly wake up. I would turn my head and see the person lying next to me. Only when I saw that he was fine would I breathe a sigh of relief and continue to sleep.

What she didn't know was that Li Zhao knew every time she woke up.

He knew that Wen Yuan would quietly get up, first check his breath, then touch his forehead, and finally stare at his face for a long time before lying down.

Such days continued until the day Li Heng went to the border.

At that time, Concubine Gao had just passed away for more than half a month, and New Year's Eve was approaching, but Li Heng was told to leave immediately for the border.

With Ji Xingyao's arrangement, the couple visited the East Palace at night and brought a roast chicken and half a pot of wine.

Li Heng and Li Zhao can drink a lot, so this half pot of wine is not enough to fill their stomachs.

They didn't even have a chance to drown their sorrows in alcohol.

Ji Xingyao forced a smile and poured them some wine.

She said: "Today is New Year's Eve, the day when everything starts anew. We will definitely get better and better."

Today is not New Year's Eve at all, but Ji Xingyao insisted that as long as the family is together, any day can be called New Year's Eve.

Li Zhao smiled faintly after a long absence.

He clinked glasses with Li Heng: "Heng, have a safe trip. And have a healthy New Year's Eve."

Li Heng finished the drink in one gulp and said in a hoarse voice:

"Happy New Year's Eve."

Life was really hard back then. We didn't have enough to eat or warm clothes to wear. We were extremely cautious, afraid that every step we took would go wrong and lead to eternal damnation.

Walking on thin ice was exactly what they were in at the time.

As the sun set in the evening, Wen Yuan slowly awoke to the scorching orange sunset that bathed the crabapple trees within the Yonghe Palace courtyard. The newly sprouted buds were bathed in golden light, making it difficult for her to tell which day it was.

She stared blankly at the wooden window lattice, and suddenly realized that spring had come.

I wonder if the Aurora in Norway is beautiful, and whether Ji Xingyao had sex with that 188cm tall male college student with abdominal muscles.

She had spent eight years in this world, so how many years had passed in the world she came from?

The average life expectancy of women in the Taifeng Dynasty was about forty-five years old. At her current age, it would take another twenty years, a very long time.

When the golden light on the crabapple tree faded to the point where it was almost invisible, Wen Yuan looked away out of boredom.

"Are you awake? Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

Li Zhao's voice suddenly rang out.

Only then did Wen Yuan notice the emperor sitting not far away.

He hasn't left yet?

After sleeping for a long time, Wen Yuan was indeed thirsty.

Li Zhao brought a cup of honey water and put it to her mouth.

Wen Yuan was so thirsty that he gulped down a few big gulps from his hand.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

In recent months, their conversations have been limited to this: whether they are thirsty, hungry, or want to eat.

At first, Wen Yuan pretended to ignore his concern, but later she found it boring. No matter how she ignored it, Li Zhao would still appear.

So now, I drink when I am told to drink, eat when I am told to eat, and my main goal is to live a tasteless life.

"Give me a bowl of shredded chicken porridge."

Wen Yuan was hungry after a dream. He recalled the amazing experience he had when he first ate chicken porridge at Bu Er Congee Shop. He suddenly wanted to relive it.

After hearing her words, Li Zhao curled his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, let someone do it right away."

Eunuch Zhou trotted all the way to the imperial kitchen and asked the chef from Buer Porridge Shop to quickly prepare a bowl of fresh shredded chicken porridge.

That night, Wen Yuan and Li Zhao had dinner together.

They tacitly agreed not to mention what happened during the day.

As for what will happen to Princess Amire, Wen Yuan doesn't care.

She actually hoped that Amire could be like the vicious female supporting characters in melodramatic novels, indomitable and cockroach-like, either killing the heroine or on her way to killing her.

Maybe one day she will get what she wants and be killed, and then everyone will be happy.

After dinner, Li Zhao did not stay in Yonghe Palace.

After Wen Yuan became pregnant, she had poor sleep and always woke up in the middle of the night. Even the slightest breathing sound could disturb her and make it difficult for her to fall asleep.