imperial psychologist

Chapter 340 Mother and Son
The Queen Mother narrowed her eyes slightly.

The figure in front of her felt somewhat familiar.

Familiar, yet a little afraid.

Emperor Jianxi approached slowly, and finally knelt and sat opposite the Queen Mother's teahouse.In the small stove on the side, the hot coals covered the flickering light, and the water in the small pot was still calm.

The queen mother lowered her head, twirling the small teacup in her hand.

Emperor Jianxi's gaze slowly turned to the tabletop—there were so many orthographic characters engraved there that it was impossible to count how many there were.

In the position closest to the Queen Mother, there is a "Zheng" that has written three strokes and has not yet been completed - the day after tomorrow, Bo Ling will enter the palace again.

At this moment, the queen mother's mood will always improve.

It's just that Emperor Jianxi didn't know about it.

Looking at these orthographic characters, he suddenly felt sore in his heart. He raised his head again and called "Mother."

The four eyes met, and the Empress Dowager's expression gradually changed from strangeness to doubt.

"If you think life here is too difficult," Emperor Jianxi said softly, "my son will take you out for a walk."

son……

The old man frowned slightly. This distant word was like a boulder hitting the water, instantly causing countless splashes in her heart.

"It's been ten years." Emperor Jianxi looked at his mother, whose body was slowly withering and bent, and his voice became lower and lower, "There are some things, it's time to pass."

past……

The old queen murmured, as if she didn't understand the meaning of this word.

She leaned forward slowly, as if she wanted to see who was in front of her
The hand covered with wrinkles and age spots slowly stretched towards Emperor Jianxi, as if wanting to touch Emperor Jianxi's face.

The aging Emperor Jianxi lowered his head slightly, this action reminded him of the moment when he was comforted by his mother when he made a mistake in his childhood - he suddenly felt that this might be the reason why he wanted to come here tonight.

The weird astrology seemed to indicate some kind of irresistible fate, some kind of fate aimed at the emperor, leaving him nowhere to hide.

He doesn't want to be someone's father or husband now, and he doesn't want to think about the fate of the people.He just felt that everything in the imperial palace could not protect him from wind and rain, so he finally thought of his imprisoned mother.

The destiny of God is one kind of destiny, and the care of the mother for the child is another kind of destiny.

Even in a world where life is so trivial, it is common to see the latter defy the former.

An emperor standing at the highest place in the world is also a mother's child.

He suddenly felt that it was a good thing for the Queen Mother to become stupid. He didn't need to explain or justify anything. He only needed to lower his head, and he could once again live under the long-lost care.

Even this kind of care was already a luxury when he was young.

Emperor Jianxi sighed softly.

However, the Queen Mother's hand stopped suddenly.

Her pupils suddenly constricted - as the distance drew closer, Emperor Jianxi's face was clearly reflected in the old empress' cloudy pupils.

Huang Chongde immediately noticed something strange, but before he could react, the aged queen mother suddenly let out a roar that didn't match her figure.

Suddenly, the entire tea table was overturned by the Queen Mother, and the wooden table directly knocked over the small pot of boiling water, and splashed the boiled water on the ground, causing a burst of white-hot steam to evaporate.

The old man let out a tearing, mournful cry—there were two blood marks on Emperor Jianxi's left cheek, and he instinctively dodged back, but the queen mother's nails still scratched his face.

"Your Majesty!" Huang Chongde immediately stepped forward to block, and the maids who had been standing around the queen mother had already reacted, and several of them rushed forward to hold down the crazy queen mother.

Emperor Jianxi stumbled to his feet, covered his face and took a few steps back.

The queen mother's voice was like the roughest rock face, and the momentary hysteria directly tore her voice.

"Executioner—!"

Her entire face was contorted together, her eyes were about to shoot sparks, and her withered and pale fingers were struggling to grab Emperor Jianxi's direction.

"Executioner——!!!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

The old man's mournful cry reverberated over the Palace of Compassion and Ning, every sound was like a slap in the heart of Emperor Jianxi.

In the fierce struggle and containment, the queen mother's loosely rolled long hair has been completely scattered, and the silver-white messy hair covers half of her face, and it also makes her already haggard face show a kind of exhaustion. The weakness comes.

"Executioner? Zhen?" Emperor Jianxi put down his hand covering his left cheek. After a moment of panic, the last bit of tenderness that had remained in his eyes dissipated, and he returned to Huang Chongde's most familiar appearance, "...no Are they all from your church?"

The Queen Mother was breathing violently, her physical strength was almost reaching its limit.

Even so, the old man was still whispering accusations—it was just that no one could understand what the whispers were saying.

Two palace men wearing iron masks stepped forward and restored the chaos that was overthrown by the Queen Mother as quickly as possible.

Emperor Jianxi sneered and approached slowly.

He looked down at the Empress Dowager—the old man was pressed to sit on the ground against the wall. Although she was extremely weak, she still stared at Emperor Jianxi's eyes with some kind of hatred.

Some kind of illusory illusion and delusion were torn apart, and Emperor Jianxi leaned over and squatted down.

"It's really not wrong for me to lock you up here." He said coldly, "You still don't repent until now, do you?"

"...Repent?" The Queen Mother's mouth twitched slightly, as if there was a hint of a smile, and it seemed that she had fallen into a fearless indifference because of madness.

Her language was fragmented, but among all the words and sentences with unclear meanings, Emperor Jianxi still vaguely heard a familiar name.

Dao Yao.

Chen Daoyao.

The side face of Emperor Jianxi moved slightly, "Yes, he is your only son, and you only have this son—but where is he now? You are old and can't walk anymore. Where is your Daoyao?" ? Even if he is still alive, can he come to your knees to perform his filial piety?"

The Queen Mother's body twitched, and she lowered her head sadly.

"A living dead," Emperor Jianxi frowned, and said mockingly, "Sometimes, I really can't figure it out... It's worth all your effort. He just does something, writes a word, and recites it. Just a few lines of poetry, and you all hug and praise, isn't that something I can do casually?"

Emperor Jianxi raised his head slightly, and stared at the old man in front of him, "Did you take a second look?"

The old queen covered her ears in a daze, and then suddenly threw herself on the ground, as if she was reaching for something.

"My half-print..." she murmured softly, "I want to find my half-print... where is my half-print?"

Emperor Jianxi looked at the crazy old woman in front of him, and suddenly felt that the last flame in his heart was extinguished.

How could he be so naive as to seek comfort from such a person?
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