Zhao Fujin, the Emperor who brought disaster to the country

Chapter 32 Looking for a Substitute
Zhao Fujin looked at the person in the painting, and somehow felt close to him, and slowly approached him.

The smile of the person in the painting became even more friendly: "My child, my mother has been waiting for you for tens of thousands of years, and you are finally here! Come on, let me take a closer look at you!"

Zhao Fujin has been a man for two lifetimes, and he has never enjoyed maternal love.

She was in poor health in her previous life, and Fang Ming treated her with great care, making her feel less than half of his mother's love.Later, after Zhao Wuyang was born, Fang rarely appeared in front of her.

In this life, as soon as she passed through, Queen Mingda died.

She didn't know what a mother's love was like.

It was just the kindness on the face of the person in the painting that made her feel that this is what a mother's love is like.

Sweet, friendly, warm.

Her gaze just fell on him, making her feel warmth, happiness, excitement and elation.

This feeling is like the slight smoke after drinking half a glass of white wine, and the warm sunshine of a winter afternoon makes people feel a boiling emotion from body to heart, unable to extricate themselves.

Zhao Fujin was intoxicated. With a smile on her face, she ran towards the person in the painting briskly.

Time seemed to have stopped, and the smile on the face of the person in the painting gradually changed from amiable to eager.

One step, two steps, three steps...it's coming soon!

"No!" When Zhao Fujin was two or three steps away from the painting, there was a sudden "buzzing" in her head, which made her wake up instantly and stop in time.

"You said you can live and die here, and live forever?" Zhao Fujin looked at the people in the painting and asked, "Does that mean that once you walk in, you will never come out?"

"Ah?" The person in the painting was stunned, and the smile on his face froze: "Then, how is that possible!"

"Is it impossible?" Zhao Fujin stood on the spot and stretched out his hands to hug me: "Mom, can you come down and give me a hug?"

"I, I am a painting, how can I keep walking?" The person in the painting smiled again: "Fuer, come here, come here, and you can hold your mother."

"Mom, can I tell you a story?" Zhao Fujin did not move, but said to himself:

"This story was told to me by Zhao Huaijin's mother when she was still alive.

She said that outside their hometown village, there was a large pond, and every year on the same day, at the same time, a person would drown in the same place. People in the village were very strange, why did everyone know that people would drown there, and why Is there always someone who goes to that place at that time of day?

Until one day, a young boy in the village fell into the pond at the same time and place. But he was lucky. Not long after he fell, a Taoist priest passed by the pond. The Taoist priest jumped without saying a word. Go into the water and fish him out.

After the boy was rescued, the villagers asked him why he went there even though he knew something would happen at that time.

The boy said that when he was taking a nap, he heard his mother calling him, and he followed the sound.It wasn't until he fell into the water that he realized he had been called to the edge of the pond. "

"That old woman is not a good person, she is trying to scare you on purpose!" The person in the painting solemnly said: "It's just that she doesn't like me, saying that I am charming and not a person who lives a good life, so she forced Zhao Huaijin not to marry me!"

"Otherwise, my blessed son, you can grow up smoothly in your mother's arms." The voice of the person in the painting became gentle and approachable again.

That familiar light shone into Zhao Fujin's heart again, causing Zhao Fujin to shudder uncontrollably and take a few steps back: "Mom, please listen to what I have to say!"

"The young man said that when he fell into the water, he heard a voice that kept urging him to die soon, die soon, it's time for me to be reincarnated!"

Zhao Fujin spoke quickly: "The Taoist priest who rescued him said that a drowned ghost is not a good death and cannot be reincarnated. He can only stay where he is and wait for another person to drown in the same place before he can enter the reincarnation cycle. "This approach is called scapegoating."

"Mom, are you eager to find a scapegoat right now?"

After Zhao Fujin finished asking, he gently squeezed the lotus pendant in his hand, and he disappeared from the Zixu Palace.

After she disappeared, the person in the painting returned to his original appearance: head lowered and eyes lowered, with a kind expression on his face.

Calm was restored in the hall.

Zhao Fujin came to another place where there was a pile of golden wheat. It turned out that it was the ones that had been taken away from the land next to it!

She sat on the ground leaning on the wheat, her heart was beating wildly, and her hands and feet felt weak.

She had an intuition, and just now, she was just one step away from being pulled into the painting!

However, after sitting in Liangcang for a long time, she decided to go back to Zixu Palace to have a look.

It has been almost three months since she traveled through time, and she still has no clue about space.

Except for being able to summon a few books and a few light objects from the space every day, she has always been in a state where she can only come in to see and touch the things in this space, but cannot take them away.

She was going to inquire about the man in the painting to see if she could get any useful information.

She pressed the lotus pendant, and then she appeared in the main hall of Zixu Palace again.

When the person in the painting saw her coming, a smile immediately appeared on his face: "Fu'er, you're back, come here and show me!"

"You know, I have seen through your trick." Zhao Fujin did not move at all, looking at the man in the painting with a smile: "In my previous life, I was lingering on the sickbed, and I wanted to go outside in my dreams. "

"It took a lot of time to travel here. The time is just right and I am in good health. I finally have the opportunity to realize my wish in my previous life. There is no way I would be willing to be your scapegoat."

"But, I am your mother! I have been locked up here for tens of thousands of years. If you don't come back, I will collapse!" The person in the painting raised her brows slightly, with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful.

"You are my mother, so you shouldn't tempt me into the painting." Zhao Fujin was afraid of being tempted again, so he withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and pretended to be pitiful: "You know, I was born without Mom, I have never known what it’s like to be pampered by a mother.”

"Please, don't let me have bad feelings about my mother's wonderful identity, okay?"

"Fu'er~~" The person in the painting had indeed fallen into the trap, and tears finally fell from her eyes: "I, I'm sorry for you, I shouldn't have given birth to you and then abandoned you."

"It's just that at that time, I fell for Meng Ruyi's trick and was tricked into this ghost painting by her, and I couldn't get out again." The person in the painting confessed: "Fu'er, those two things I first came in Year, I'm going crazy!

I miss you so much. You are still so young and weak, and even your crying sound is like a kitten's meow.

I am afraid that you will die young, that you will be disliked by Zhao Huaijin, and that you will be in torment all the time. "

"Mother~~" Zhao Fujin called out passionately and asked in a murderous manner: "Then tell me the story in this space, okay?"

"For example, who is Meng Ruyi and how did she trick you into coming here?"

　These two women are fooling each other, it depends on who has the deeper moral character.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)