Spring Forest Evening

"So you think..." Zhou Heng grasped Shen Fu's hand subconsciously, turned his head and asked him in a low voice with his eyes wide open, "Is that group of people going to enter the palace?"

The other hand stroked and pulled on his neck.

Shen Fu couldn't see it, so he quickly pulled her hand over and held it together, while whispering to her:

"Don't gesticulate!"

"It's okay!" Zhou Heng knew that this was a superstition of the ancients, so he didn't make any distinctions. He just smiled and took the opportunity to lean into his arms, and raised his head to ask him: "If you say that, in fact, those things that we couldn't figure out before are almost the same. .Those iron wares, if they are as expected, should have entered the palace through the same waterway as they said, right? No wonder we couldn’t find them in the mansion behind.”

Seeing that Shen Fu didn't say a word, it was a tacit consent, Zhou Heng thought about the cause and effect seriously for a while, and after thinking about it, he raised his head again in disbelief, looked at Shen Fu and expressed his conjecture in surprise:

"It turns out that their previous rehearsal in Zhongnan Road was actually for this!"

Shen Fu was amused by her shocked expression, bowed his head and kissed her, then nodded in a low voice:

"That's right, so the training that you and Uncle He saw at that time should be for...the moon-watching boat for the emperor and empress in the Taiye Pond on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Yes, you have ambition!" Zhou Heng nodded fiercely: "God bless, please fulfill their wish to feed the big red fish with your body!"

After saying this, Shen Fu couldn't bear it anymore, hugged her body and laughed.

"I'm telling the truth!" Zhou Heng himself couldn't help laughing, but stopped laughing in a blink of an eye, and suddenly raised his head and said:

"Oh, then you won't be able to enter the palace during the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Shen Fu stopped laughing when he heard this, but said helplessly: "This matter is not up to us, but I will try it first."

"How do you want to try?" Zhou Heng asked him nervously.

Shen Fu saw that her clear eyes looking up at him were full of his own reflection, thinking of his torment in the past few nights, his Adam's apple moved, and his voice couldn't help being a little hoarse:

"I just told the emperor that I am still keeping a filial piety for Miss Zhou's family. It is inevitable to look at the moon and think about people on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. Let's avoid the palace banquet for now!"

"Good idea!" Those clear eyes were filled with smiles again in a blink of an eye: "Then the two of us will go to the waterside pavilion next door to enjoy the moon, and we don't care who lives or dies!"

Having said this, he opened his eyes suddenly: "Oh, by the way, the elder sister and the others, as well as your uncles and aunts, don't they have to make excuses... But there are too many people, will it arouse suspicion in the palace?"

"Don't be in a hurry." Shen Fu heard some movement behind him, turned his head and saw that it was Chun Tao who came over with two bowls of white fungus soup. He signaled Zhou Heng to get up and enter the room, and whispered to her:

"Elder Sister, it was agreed before that she would not enter the palace, Ah Hua is still young, and there is a mother-in-law at home. It was originally agreed that brother-in-law would bring Ah Rong into the palace, but didn't she also say no later? So don't worry."

"As for the eldest uncle and the eldest aunt, they are first-class princes, and they are related to the royal family, so they can't shirk it. However, although the situation is not clear now, fortunately, there are still a few days to consider. First, talk to the empress. It’s not too late to discuss things with them after you pick up the conversation, inquire about more things.”

Zhou Heng heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. Anyway, the person in front of her was the one she really cared about, followed by Shen Yi's mother and son, and the Zhou family. Thinking of this, he followed him up and asked in a low voice:

"Then the Zhou family, are they too low-ranked to enter the palace at all?" That way they can escape smoothly.

Shen Fu also considered this:

"Don't worry about the Zhou family. You can't get in the round according to the rank. In the past, Mrs. Zhou was usually invited. It was because of the princess who had descended from the Zhou family. My aunt mainly followed her into the palace to serve Mrs. Tai. Now, after all, she just disappeared in the first half of the year...Cousin Heng, out of emotion and reason, even if the palace sends a post, the Zhou family should decline, and everyone will understand."

"That's good," Zhou Heng was held by his hand and walked to the table to sit down. He felt relaxed, and handed a bowl of white fungus soup in a white porcelain bowl to Shen Fu, and explained to him: "It's noon now. It's still a little hot, and I don't have any appetite, so I plan to just eat a little."

Chun Tao who was next to her heard this, but she took the opportunity to complain to Shen Fu with some dissatisfaction. Anyway, as long as it is about Miss Biao, the prince will definitely listen to it:

"My lord, my servant has persuaded Miss Biao several times. This tremella soup is just soup, how can it be eaten as a staple food, but Miss Biao said that she can't eat it!"

"Yo, you still care about me? I really can't eat it!" Zhou Heng turned his head and said with a smile, but when he turned around, he saw a nervous look on Shen Fu's face, and then some Nervously asked:

"Aheng, you, but your appetite has started to get a little bit bad these two days?"

"What do you mean?" Zhou Heng didn't respond, and asked back in a daze.

Shen Fu was a little embarrassed, so he raised his head and told Chuntao:

"Go to the kitchen and eat something by yourself, and come back later."

After Chuntao left, she asked Zhou Heng periodically:

"Your day of this month... seems to be coming soon, right?"

After saying this, Zhou Heng naturally understood, and replied a little awkwardly:

"Soon, almost after Mid-Autumn Festival."

After thinking for a while, he explained: "Ah Fu, actually I don't have a bad appetite, I just want to lose weight, and I don't have much activity now, and it's hot now, so I don't think it's appropriate to eat more, so that, don't eat too much." Blind thinking."

"En." Shen Fu's voice sounded a bit dull, but unfortunately he lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Then go ahead after you eat this white fungus soup." Seeing this, Zhou Heng also felt a little stuck in his heart, took a deep breath, and said with a forced smile: "We both have the same idea. It should be like this. You are busy."

Having said that, when Shen Fu left in a hurry, Zhou Heng, who was lying on the bed in the afternoon, looked at the red wishful knot that had been woven and hung in the bed curtain, but couldn't fall asleep.

Thinking of Shen Fu's expression of anticipation at the beginning, and his expression of disappointment later on, and thinking of his intentional rest in the outer courtyard these days to avoid accidents, Zhou Heng sighed, it's no way to go on like this!

In all fairness, Zhou Heng didn't know how Shen Fu felt since the two had a substantive bed-sharing relationship. From her side, it was actually somewhat difficult to continue to restrain herself and live separately.

It's okay during the day, although it's relatively free, but I finally have something to do, such as taking Chuntao to ponder a dish, or let Chuntao take me to do some handicrafts, and then I will sleep for a while in the afternoon, and it will pass, but at night, maybe During this period of time, she was used to hugging and lying down with Shen Fu, suddenly it was only herself, but she felt a little uncomfortable.

So the long night was long, and he uncontrollably thought of those two nights that made his heart pounding. At this time, Zhou Heng found that he was crazily thinking about Shen Fu, his deep and gentle voice, and his gentleness. The big hot hand still has some hard calluses, every time it touches my body, it will bring a different feeling...

In the middle of the night, every time I think about this, I even have the thought of "I don't care, just get pregnant!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Heng turned over violently in the quiet of the afternoon when there were no more noisy cicadas, and then thought bitterly:

"MD, God, since you dumped me in this place for no reason, why do you keep giving me these problems one after another?"