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Always number one in my mind. Before Pei Yu died, he made Nunu the queen. After Pei Zhao ascended the throne, she undoubtedly became the queen mother and moved to Shoukang Palace. Shoukang Palace is not bigger than Zhaoyang Palace, but it is quieter. There is an old locust tree growing in the corner of the courtyard. In summer, its branches and leaves can cover half of the roof. On the day Pei Yu left, she didn't cry. She just sat on the edge of the bed with tears in her eyes and held his cold hand to cover it for a long time. She didn't let go until her palm became cold. Pei Yu died, Nunu felt empty in her heart. It's not that a piece of emptiness is missing, it's that the entire chest has been ripped out. It's empty when the wind blows in, and it's empty when you breathe in. She would often sit by the window and cry quietly. The tears would slide down her cheeks silently and wet her clothes. She would not wipe them, just let them flow. It flows especially heavily in the afternoon. The afternoon light shone in from the west window and fell warmly on the back of her hands. She always remembered that Pei Yu used to comment on the papers and she would lie down in the corner of the dragon table and sleep. The sunlight also fell on the back of his hands. Occasionally, he would take the time to reach out and touch her ears, and the fingertips were also warm. She cried as she thought about it, and after she finished crying, she sat in a daze, as if she was waiting for someone who would never walk in again. Pei Zhao saw it all. He greets her twice a day in the morning and evening without interruption, not because of filial piety, but because he wants to see her. She was sitting by the window in the morning, and she was still sitting by the window in the evening, as if her posture had never changed. Every time he came, he would see her crying. Her eyes were red and the tip of her nose was red. When she saw him coming in, she would turn her face away and wipe it with her sleeve. He felt pain in his heart. He couldn't tell whether it was pity or something else. It was like a needle sticking into the softest part of his chest. It was neither deep nor shallow, and he couldn't pull it out or press it down. He knew that he had thoughts about Nunu that he shouldn't have. But some thoughts will not disappear just because you know you shouldn't. Instead, they will grow all over your heart like crazy weeds. The more you suppress them, the crazier they become. The longer they grow, the denser they become. In the end, you don't even remember what your heart looks like. That afternoon he wandered alone in the imperial garden without his attendants. Nunu's face was turning over and over in his mind, and he thought about how she never aged. From the first time he saw her to now, her face had not changed at all, as if time had stopped on her. He didn't know why, but he wasn't afraid or doubtful. He didn't bother to doubt, all his thoughts were spent on liking her, and he couldn't find any extra energy to think about anything else. As he was walking, he suddenly saw a figure hurriedly coming in his direction. The man came to him and bowed respectfully. When he raised his head, he recognized that it was Nan'er, the personal maid beside Nunu. "Nan'er?" Pei Zhao stopped, "Why are you running out in such a hurry when you are not serving the Queen in Shoukang Palace?" Nan'er was blown by the sultry wind before the rain, causing a layer of sweat to break out on her forehead. She hurriedly bowed and bowed again: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, but this servant is going back in a hurry." Pei Zhao looked at her red nose and panic look: "Going back in a hurry? Does the Queen have something urgent?" Nan'er hesitated for a moment, then said truthfully: "The Queen Mother is afraid of thunderstorms. It's very cloudy today, and it looks like it's going to rain heavily. I just came out to get things, so I have to go back to accompany her." After saying that, she hurriedly bowed her knees and saluted, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I'll take my leave first." Before Pei Zhao could answer, she turned around and trotted away. Pei Zhao didn't stop her, he stood there watching Nan'er's running back, and slowly raised his head to glance at the gloomy sky. The clouds overhead were very low, and there were a few muffled thunders, as if something was accumulating power on the zenith. He suddenly smiled, very softly, and the corners of his mouth curled up and then he retracted it. He just found out today that she was afraid of thunderstorms. His father must have accompanied her in the past, right? It must be. No wonder I'm so reluctant to let go of my father. It's been so long and I still haven't recovered. I'm afraid of this. He went crazy imagining how Pei Yu comforted her in the thunderstorm weather before. Was he holding her? Or a kiss? Or something else? Those images burned in his mind frame by frame and he couldn't stop. There are some things that he can't think about. He can't stop thinking about them. The more he thinks about them, the crazier he becomes. The more he thinks about them, the more he feels the fire in his heart that makes his mouth dry. Just as he was thinking about it, the little Lezi beside him came quickly with an umbrella: "Your Majesty, come back, it's been raining, be careful not to catch a cold if you get wet." Only then did Pei Zhao realize that it had started raining at some point, and the raindrops fell down and hit his shoulders. His black uniform was soaked a little, and there were dark dots. He didn't take the umbrella and said, "Guards over at Shoukang Palace, go check it out, everything in detail." Xiao Lezi was stunned for a moment: "Your Majesty, what are you doing-" "Go check it out." Pei Zhao interrupted him. Xiao Lezi didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he bowed and said, "Yes, I will take care of it now." This matter was not difficult to find out, and the booklet was delivered to Pei Zhao in less than an hour. He took it and opened it and glanced at it. The name of the guard, the shift on duty, and the number of years of transfer were clearly written. After reading it, he closed it and threw it aside. That night, all the guards in Shoukang Palace were replaced by secret guards who were only loyal to him and would not say a word, look twice or question. Even the people serving Nunu were changed by him, including Nan'er. Nunu didn't notice it at first. She didn't care much about it. It didn't matter who served her. She spent most of the time sitting by the window in a daze, and occasionally walked in the yard. Until that afternoon when she asked Nan'er to make tea, a strange face came in, holding a teacup and bowing, his movements as regular as measuring with a ruler. Nunu glanced at the cup of tea but did not take it. "Where is Nan'er?" The new palace maid lowered her head and said in a respectful voice: "Back to the Queen Mother, my servant's name is Yue'e. Sister Nan'er has been transferred to another palace to serve you. From now on, the slaves will serve you." Nunu frowned and raised his hand to push away the cup of tea: "Let Nan'er come back." "Yes, I'll go and find out where Sister Nan'er is now." The palace maid's voice was still respectful, and she couldn't fault her at all. But it was this thoroughness that could not find any fault that made Nunu feel that something was wrong. The maid came back after being away for more than an hour. She stood in front of her with her hands lowered and said that Nan'er was sick and had a high fever. She couldn't get out of bed and was recovering in her room. Nunu's fingers rested on the window sill for a moment, and after a long while she said: "Why are you so sick when you are so fine?" The palace maid did not dare to answer. Nunu was silent for a while and sighed: "Let her take good care of her and don't rush her to come back." She cherished Nan'er and felt that she had worked hard with her over the years, so she should have a good rest when she was sick. She didn't think much about it, but she felt vaguely uneasy, as if something had been moved without telling her. The new girls served her with all their heart, serving tea and water, making the bed and folding the quilts, everything was done properly. But Nunu always felt that something was wrong - those people were too quiet, as quiet as shadows, walking silently, working silently, and even breathing very lightly. Sometimes she would sit by the window. When she looked back, she would see a man standing in the corner, his hands hanging down quietly, as if he had been standing there for a long time. She didn't know when those people came or when they left. It seemed like everyone in the Shoukang Palace would become invisible. She always felt like there was no one around her. She felt good, she was indeed alone now. Because those people belonged to Pei Zhao, they could watch him staying in Shoukang Palace late at night and pretend they didn't see him. They could also turn a deaf ear to her and Pei Zhao's argument in the dormitory as if they were dead, as if they were deaf and blind. That night when it rained, Pei Zhao swaggered into Shoukang Palace. No one stopped him, no one informed him, it was as if the entire Shoukang Palace threshold was completely undefended against him. When he came in, Nunu was sitting under the lamp reading a book. When she saw him pushing the door open, her face suddenly changed. She put down the book and looked at him, with a hesitation in her eyes as if she clearly wanted to drive someone away but didn't know where to start. Before she could say anything, Pei Zhao put the food box in his hand on the table and opened it. Inside was a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and a cup of lily and lotus seed soup, which were still steaming, as if they had just been brought from the dining room. "The late-night snack made in the dining room tastes good to me. I thought my mother would also like it, so I brought some here." Pei Zhao's voice was neither high nor low, with just the right amount of casualness, as if he was saying something ordinary. "My mother hasn't had a rest yet, so we just happened to use them together." Nunu looked at the two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, and then looked at him. Speaking of which, if she drives people out again, it will look like she is not the person she is. She didn't want to make the scene too ugly, so she didn't chase him away. She just responded calmly: "Put it there." Pei Zhao really sat down and pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake towards her: "Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold." Nunu glanced at him, picked up a piece and took a small bite. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is indeed still warm and just right sweet. She chewed slowly without saying anything, and Pei Zhao also took a few mouthfuls of the lotus seed soup. The two of them sat quietly across the candlelight, with the rain pattering outside, and there was nothing out of line for a while. After finishing the midnight snack, he did not leave, but sat there talking to her. They were talking about history books. Pei Yu told Nunu that she understood and had her own ideas. The candlelight danced, the rain pattered outside, and there was a damp moisture in the air seeping through the crack in the door. Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, she spoke, her tone as calm and gentle as possible, as if to remind a junior who had forgotten the time: "Your Majesty, it's time to go back to approve the folding papers. There will be an early morning meeting tomorrow, so it's not advisable to rest too late." Pei Zhao smiled, took a sip from the teacup, and put it down leisurely: "Today's foldings have been approved." Nunu paused, and then said, "Then it's time to rest early, tomorrow -" "I will be energetic tomorrow." Pei Zhao looked at her, the candlelight danced in his eyes, and he did not look away, "Mother, you don't have to worry about me." Nunu was so confused by his words that she didn't know how to answer. She was silent for a moment, lowered her head and turned a page of the book, saying in a calm voice: "Then your Majesty, you can do whatever you want." But she didn't read a single word on the page. She could feel that his eyes were still on her, not heavy, like a feather, but that feather was burning after being left for a long time. She turned two pages and found that she had no idea what she was turning. Her fingers stopped on the paper without moving. The sound of rain outside was getting louder, as if something was thickening layer by layer in the night. Suddenly there was a thunderous explosion, and the window frames shook. Nunu's face turned pale, and her pupils suddenly shrank. Her fingers suddenly clenched the pages of the book, and her voice was tight and she shouted: "Someone, go and close the doors and windows -" No one answered. The hall was empty, except for the two of them, there was no one else. She shouted again: "Someone is coming-" Still no one came in. The sound of rain swallowed up her voice, as if it was blocked by an invisible wall. Her heart suddenly sank and she looked at Pei Zhao uneasily. Pei Zhao stood up slowly. Without looking at her, he walked over and closed the door. The "click" sound when the door latch fell was particularly clear in the quiet hall. Nunu stared at him, clenched the fabric of the cuffs with her fingers, and spoke in a tight voice: "Pei Zhao, it's getting late, you should go back." She called his name. Pei Zhao ignored him. He turned around and approached Nunu step by step. His steps were neither hasty nor slow. The soles of his shoes made a steady sound when stepping on the blue bricks. He got closer with each step. He stopped two steps in front of her and didn't come any closer. He looked down at her, the candlelight dancing in his eyes, and his voice was neither high nor low, as if he was saying something he had been thinking about for a long time: "Mother, it's going to rain tonight, so let me accompany you." Suddenly, Nunu's alarm sounded and she stood up suddenly. She stood up suddenly and took a step back. She knocked her knees on the armrests of the chair and didn't bother to rub them. "You're crazy! What are you talking about!" She shouted, "Come here - come -" The door of the palace was closed tightly, and the sound of rain outside blocked all her sounds. Pei Zhao stopped two steps away and did not get closer. He looked at her face, candlelight dancing in his eyes, and his voice was neither high nor low: "The queen is so beautiful. No wonder my father likes her, I also like her." Nunu's face suddenly turned pale. She stared at him, her chest heaving violently, and her voice was cold and stern when she spoke: "Pei Zhao, get out of here!" Pei Zhao didn't move. He looked at her, the corners of his mouth even curved, and there was something in his eyes that she was already very familiar with - the same temperature as when Pei Yu looked at her. His voice was a little lower: "Mother, why are you panicking? I know my identity and don't want to do anything. I just want to be with you. That's enough." As he said that, he took a step forward, his voice was lower and harsher, "I am unwilling to give in, I really am unwilling to do so. I can only call you Queen Mother, but there is no other way. Queen Mother is Queen Mother, and I can't change it. I am very content to be with you. I beg you, don't drive me away. I am just worried that you will be scared and want to appease you, just like my father." Nunu's back has been pressed against the wall. She looked at his face. The candlelight was clearly extinguished on that young face, but there was something in his dark eyes that she was too familiar with. She suddenly felt cold all over and stretched out her hand to push him: "Go away - don't touch me -" Pei Zhao did not move. His hand reached over and gently grasped her wrist that was pushing against his chest. It wasn't heavy, but it didn't allow her to break away. His voice was low, with a slight tremor: "Did my father hold you like this on rainy nights before?" Nunu struggled hard, but couldn't get away. His arms slid along her arms to her back, pulling her into his arms. His chest was warm, with a faint scent of ambergris, exactly like Pei Yu's embrace in her memory. His arms were tightened very tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear if he let go, but there was a kind of careful restraint in them, as if he was afraid of breaking her. His chin rested on the top of her head, and his voice came from the top of her head: "Don't be afraid, mother, I just want to hug you. I love you no less than my father, but I am not destined to be honest with you. I am very satisfied to be able to hold you. Don't push me away. I promise not to do anything that is out of bounds." Nunu was still struggling, but she suddenly stopped when she put her hand on his chest - the heartbeat, the ambergris on the clothes, and the tightened arc of the arm were so similar. It was like she couldn't tell who was holding her for a moment. Then a thunder exploded again, the window lattice buzzed and trembled, and Nunu's body shrank suddenly. Pei Zhao put his hand on her head, his palm covering her hair, and his voice was as soft as melted warm water: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Familiar words, familiar tone, even the temperature of the embrace and the smell of ambergris are the same. Nunu froze suddenly, and then she started to cry. Her whole body shrank in his arms, her shoulders shook violently, her hands gripped the material on his chest until her knuckles turned white, and she cried so hard that she could hardly breathe. Pei Zhao hugged her and stroked her back with one hand, without urging her to stop or telling her to stop crying. His voice came from above her head, low: "My father is gone and I am still here. Don't be afraid, I will be as good to you as my father is to you." No one answered. Only the patter of rain outside the window was heard, one after another, covering up all the sounds.
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