Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 159 Birthday Ceremony (4)

A long time ago, Zhong Weiwei's dream was to defeat the old man Crane Festival.

After the old man Crane Jie died, she dreamed of defeating Mei Xun. Years of hard work and persistence were all for that moment.

Finally, she could represent Li Guo in the battle, why should she back down?

The blood boiled in Zhong Weiwei's veins, she clenched her hands again, looked directly at Chonghua: "I will try my best."

Chonghua looked into Zhong Weiwei's eyes and saw the light and determination in her eyes.

The already tense string in his heart bounced up suddenly, and then fell heavily, his heart was pulled into pieces, all of them were Zhong Weiwei.

He wanted to give her some encouragement: "Although Mei Xun is a genius, you are not bad. If Qiu Ze was alive back then, he would probably be about the same as you.

I have learned about Qiu Ze very carefully. You are very similar to him in many ways and ideas.

For example, regarding your idea of ​​loose tea, I once told you that when I was young, I met a person when I was visiting tea gardens with my father.

He also said similar things, and I thought about it carefully later, and that person was the Dashicha Qiuze back then. "

It seemed that there was a cold hand slowly stroking Zhong Weiwei's back, making her painful and sad.

She sat up straight and said with a smile: "Your Majesty wants to encourage and comfort the humble minister, so that's why you say that?"

Chonghua shook his head: "No, it's true."

Zhong Weiwei was upset, and quickly changed the topic to another direction: "I've heard people talk about this matter after I entered Beijing."

Chonghua sneered slightly: "It means that the imperial father's seat is unfair."

Zhong Weiwei was silent.

When Chonghua was born, Emperor Yong was just an idle prince. As the younger brother of the emperor, he didn't seem to have any hope of succeeding to the throne.

But Emperor Yong took Chonghua away from Empress Dowager Wei to raise him himself, and made plans early. Before he inherited the throne, he sent Chonghua to Cangshan to study under his name.

She remembered that back then, her adoptive father would often teach Chonghua some things alone, and she was not allowed to sit in with the elder brothers and elder sisters, and Chonghua never gave any explanation.

Thinking about it now, Chonghua should have learned the way of the emperor at that time.

This shows one thing, Emperor Yong knew that Zhenzong would never have a child and would die early, so he made such a long-term arrangement.

It looks like a very big game of chess. Chess players have worked step by step, and after decades of hard work, they have finally created a Chonghua who is not bound by blood and family and dares to compete with Lu and Webster.

Zhong Weiwei looked at Chonghua's beautiful side face, and felt that the people in Dongfang's family were full of thieves.

Even Emperor Yong, who has always been kind and gentle, probably has a dark side that she doesn't know about.

Seeing her acquiescing, Chonghua didn't think he was disobedient, but said calmly: "The person who played this game of chess is the emperor's grandfather. Only by doing this, Wei Shi and Lu Shi won't know what we are going to do. When they understand, the deal is done. "

The drum sounded in the middle of the night, fine autumn rain floated outside the window, the wine on the table was drunk, and everything that should be said or should not be said had been said.

Zhong Weiwei rubbed his face and stood up: "I drank too much, I can't do it, I have to go to sleep."

Seeing that Chonghua was still sitting there, he said, "Your Majesty, don't you want to go to sleep?"

Chonghua nodded, got up and went out, he sat for too long, drank too much, he staggered when he got up.

It's so late, and the autumn is cold and rainy, where else is he going?

Zhong Weiwei helped him and blurted out: "Where is Your Majesty going?"

Chonghua didn't look at her, and slowly pulled his arm away: "Go back to Zhaoren Palace."

He walked so crisply that Zhong Weiwei felt lost and reluctant for no reason.

She called to him: "Your Majesty..."

Chonghua turned his head back, sparks were beating in his dark eyes, and what was hidden was anticipation.

Zhong Weiwei didn't dare to look into his eyes, looked at the dark sky outside the door, and asked softly:

"Your Majesty told me a lot about Qiu Ze before, and I want to ask you, in your opinion, did Emperor Zhenzong wrong him?"

Chonghua was a little disappointed, but he still answered her question seriously: "For such a big event, you can't tell right from wrong with just a touch of your lips, you must have conclusive evidence.

I was young at the time, and didn't know much about it, but I heard from the emperor's father that Emperor Zhenzong had evidence in his hand, proving that Qiu Ze had indeed done something he shouldn't have done, and it didn't count as wronging him.

Although he is a talented person, collaborating with the enemy and treason is not a small matter, if it were me, he would not forgive him lightly. "

"Oh." Zhong Weiwei squeezed out a faint smile, and saluted him: "Respectfully, Your Majesty."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Chonghua saw that her smile looked particularly bleak under the light.

But when he took a closer look, she had returned to normal.

He nodded to Zhong Weiwei and strode away.

Zhong Weiwei stood there in a daze for a while, shook his head, and walked back to rest.

The warm pavilion was very quiet, and Xiaotang left a small lamp for her in the corner.

Zhong Weiwei blew out the small lamp, climbed onto the bed lightly, and just got into the bed when he touched a small and soft body.

Yes and again, he curled up in her quilt, tightly clutching the corner of the quilt with one hand, breathing lightly, and sleeping soundly and sweetly.

Zhong Weiwei sighed, very melancholy.

Chonghua did what he said, and since this day, no one has bothered Zhong Weiwei with trivial matters, and even Youyou seems to be a lot more well-behaved.

Many different kinds of tea were continuously sent to Qingxindian, and all kinds of tea-related books were piled high in her small tea room.

She can finally study the tea ceremony quietly without any interruptions.

She didn't deliberately inquire about Chonghua and the concubines, and no one passed those things to her ears.

The palace wall of Qingxin Palace separates the inside and the outside into two worlds.

Chonghua would come to inspect her skills occasionally, and sit down and drink a cup of tea with her calmly, chatting about tea leaves, chatting again and again.

But more often, when he wants to see Youyou, he always asks someone to pick you up to Zhaoren Palace and send him back.

They were polite and courteous, they no longer mentioned romance, they no longer provoked each other deliberately, they were no different from ordinary monarchs, ministers and brothers and sisters.

It's just that Zhong Weiwei spends more and more time alone in a daze.

Xiaotang can often see her clutching a rare and precious flower in winter, crushing the petals with her hot hands, chanting words:
Yes, no, yes, no...

Li Anren made a big fuss and told Chonghua about this: "Zhong Tongshi probably went crazy while practicing the tea ceremony, isn't he going crazy?"

Chonghua put down the vermilion pen in his hand, looked up at the leaden sky, raised the corners of his lips, and made people reward Zhao Hongtu.

Thanks to Zhao Hongtu for reminding him, if you press too hard, too hard, it will be counterproductive.

Let it sit for a while, let it cool down, but not too cold, there will be surprises.

Zhong Weiwei's seemingly indestructible heart of iron and stone was finally shaken.

The winter of this year was spent silently.

Without Zhong Weiwei poking his eyes, all the concubines seemed much calmer.

After Hu Zizhi, no one was summoned again.

The concubines dressed up in fancy dresses and wandered around, hoping to create a romantic encounter with the new emperor.

However, the new emperor basically did not enter the harem, and occasionally entered the palace, either to see the Empress Dowager Wei, or to sit with Wei Rou or Lu Chun, with a pleasant face, but never stayed for long.

(End of this chapter)