After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Danzhou.

Xie Yunji looked at the vast night sky. The sound of the waves had a desolate feeling that penetrated everything at night.

What is he anxious about?

He deeply regretted not telling Song Nihuan clearly what he was going to do before leaving.

I deeply regret not hugging her longer.

I even regretted not bringing her with me.

But he also knew clearly that she would be fine in the Xie Mansion and that the Xie family would protect her well.

Even though Pinga Fuyu has great powers, he cannot compete with the Xie family, which has been a family of integrity for generations.

Because the Xie family is not only the head of aristocratic family, but also the face of scholars all over the world, and it is also the political achievement of the emperor to change the malpractice of emphasizing military power over culture.

As long as Song Nihuan is not seduced by the beauty of that dude... as long as she still loves him.

He had never felt so trapped and depressed. Even though he knew that what was happening at the moment concerned the interests of the Xie family and his own future, he still couldn't help feeling annoyed in his heart.

Xie Yunji sighed with regret. When did he become so unconfident?

It was not obtained through legitimate means, so you are particularly afraid of losing it.

For the first time, he agreed with Xiao Shen's military approach and said, "Your Highness, order a thorough investigation of where the rumor came from. After the investigation is complete, punish them severely and skin them alive and stuff them with straw!"

Xiao Shen nodded with satisfaction. Oftentimes, these people didn't fail to understand, but pretended to be ignorant. If you wanted to reason with them, you would be confused by their hundreds of excuses.

It would be more practical to resolve it directly with force.

Time passed quickly, and in July, with the water level increasing, the construction of the canal was finally carried out.

When the news reached Yunjing, everyone was delighted. Mr. Xie was quite emotional: "In ancient times, building dikes was a good achievement in government. Building a canal is really the first time!"

If such a thing that would benefit generations to come happened to his son, it would really be a relief for the ancestral grave and the Xie family would be remembered in history.

Song Nihuan agreed very much and was very proud that her husband was such an outstanding man.

At the same time, I was cheering in my heart. The construction of the canal began and everything was becoming stable. Did it mean that he would be back soon?

At that time, Song Nihuan had taken over half of the housekeeper's power from Mrs. Wei, probably because she was afraid that she would be bored staying alone.

From the servants, I learned that Mr. Xie had mentioned more than once that she had been married for nearly three years without any children.

Alas, it is really unacceptable. Xie Yunji is already 24 years old and doesn't even have a child. The Xie family is large and the eldest branch is so wealthy, I don't know how many people are watching him.

Now that he knew Xie Yunji was coming back soon, Mr. Xie looked at her with a little more eagerness.

It seems like it can't wait to branch out.

Since that heavy rain, she had not gone to Miaoyuan Temple to pray for a child again. Now that the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared, she invited Madam Wei to go with her. This time they went in a sedan chair and brought more servants with them.

The temple is very popular with incense fans, and some women even come to fulfill their vows with thousands of thanks.

A woman felt nauseous at the smell of incense ash and ran out, covering her mouth and nose.

She stared at the goddess of fertility enshrined in the temple. Is it really that effective?

If she could have a child with Xie Yunji, she would be willing to give anything.

However, she didn't know that some wishes would not be granted by the gods, and there were causes and consequences for all of them.

Under the swirling smoke, the woman who was praying sincerely had brows as red as distant mountains, no smile on her lips, and sighed softly.

There is still work to do during the day, and the night is all your own time.

At night, she could spend a long time bathing, combing her hair, reading, practicing calligraphy, or staring at the mirror.

No one was waiting for her anyway.

The night became extremely long, and the smell of Xie Yunji on the bedding and clothes had dissipated.

The bed was large and empty, so she only slept on half of it. Xie Yunji rarely appeared in her dreams, and she had been having messy dreams recently.

The scenes in her dream made her feel unfamiliar. The sky was very low, as if it was going to press down on people. She was breathing rapidly, and because she ran too fast, her lungs seemed to explode, and her throat was dry and hot.

Winter dresses are already heavy, and they become even heavier when running. The complicated hems of the skirts were caught on the dry branches.

There was a killer like a maggot behind him, chasing and shouting with a sharp knife in his hand.

She held the boy, who was about to faint, tightly.

"Xie Tan, don't sleep." She carried him on her back and ran hard through the bushes. "Run a little further and you can leave Yunjing from that path. Let's go."

They were still teenagers at that time, both of them were the same height, and Xie Tan was even thinner.

Faced with his brother's repeated framing, she no longer advised him to relax.

Because his brother really wanted to kill him.

How could a young man without a mother protect himself in such a high-ranking family? She was just the youngest daughter of an official family. She had told her father many times about the abuse and frame-up suffered by Xie Tan, but her father just thought she was talking nonsense. After all, the other party was the noble Xie family. How could the eldest son of the noble family do such a thing?

Red hairpins, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. At the fork in the road in the mountains, she took off the hairpins, rings, pearls and jade on her body and head and stuffed them into his arms.

There were tears in her eyes, but she tried hard to hold them back.

"You should go away...be alone..." she said.

He was pushed into the water in winter and went to study in the clan school. His calligraphy was mixed with shocking anti-poems. He had a fever and took medicine, but his hair turned white...

His brother clearly wanted him dead.

But no one believed it.

"Let's go." Her eyes were red and she pushed him, "Let's go! Be careful when you're outside alone!"

If he didn't leave, he would be killed.

She had no power to save him, and protecting him would only allow him to escape.

The young man held her pearls and jade in his arms, his lips bitten until they turned white, and he staggered and disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

His back looked thin and lonely, and he raised his arm to wipe his eyes from time to time.

She looked at his back and shouted, "I'll wait for you to come back and marry me!"

Only when she could no longer see him did she squat in the dust by the roadside and cry.

But after a few days, he was brought back.

The Xie family found him, and his father, brother, and stepmother all came out to greet him and showed great care.

However, she was locked up by her father and was not allowed to leave the house again.

She looked in the direction of the Xie family. The sky was so desolate. She moved her lips and said softly to the young man...

After waking up from the dream, Song Nihuan stared blankly at the top of the tent. Everything was silent but for the sound of her rapid breathing.

The scene in the dream faded away like ink, leaving behind a faint smell of blood in the chest as I ran desperately in the dream.

She closed her eyes, and all that was left in her dream was a pair of dark eyes, with a look that was both passionate and sad.

She sighed and got up. She didn't feel the satisfaction of a good night's sleep, but only emptiness and fatigue.