Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 200 The Drunk Dream I Don’t Want To Wake Up In This Life (3)

Chonghua looked at Zhong Weiwei quietly, his eyes were warm and peaceful, and the violence and impatience that had been deeply hidden in the past finally disappeared.

She is not the most beautiful, nor is she the smartest, sometimes she is very confused, with some untimely softness, but she is the most suitable for him.

He greedily looked at Zhong Weiwei in the twilight, feeling unprecedented completeness and happiness.

Don't feel lonely, there is always someone in this world who will make you feel complete and happy.

It's just that she hides relatively deep and far away. You have to search and wait with your heart to find her out.

I found it, Master, so it turns out that this is happiness, this is Consummation.

Zhonghua said in his heart.

When he went to Cangshan, he missed the hometown of his parents and elder sister, but he couldn't tell it out. He didn't even know the place, so he didn't even have anyone to talk to. He could only stand on the hill in the villa every evening and look into the distance.

Zhong Nanjiang often stood not far away and looked at him, neither comforting him nor talking to him, just accompanying him silently.

Finally one day, he couldn't help but mentioned his parents' hometown and his loneliness and resentment to Zhong Nanjiang.

After Zhong Nanjiang listened quietly, he said: "Parents and children are just passers-by between each other, and they can't be with you for a lifetime. You should come and go, you should think about it."

At that time, he was still young, and he couldn't help crying when he thought of his elder sister who had left and his parents would leave him and die.

Zhong Nanjiang said: "Don't feel lonely, there is always someone in this world who will make you feel complete and happy..."

Chonghua hugged Zhong Weiwei into his arms, buried his head in her neck, and said in a low voice: "Awei, you are my complete happiness, marry me and be my queen."

Zhong Weiwei didn't speak, and lay quietly in Chonghua's arms, enjoying this rare moment to the fullest.

It was getting dark gradually, and there was silence in Tianji Pavilion.

The effect of Chunlin Wine and Shenxian Pill had not completely faded, Nephrite Wenxiang embraced him, Chonghua was about to move, he hugged Zhong Weiwei, ready to put him on the couch.

Zhong Weiwei sneezed, took a heavy breath, remembered that she was not in good health, and hurriedly wrapped her tightly with his imperial robe: "It's too cold here, let's go back, don't get sick again."

Zhao Hongtu parked the dragon chariot at the door with great winking, and Chonghua got up on the dragon chariot with Zhong Weiwei in his arms, and commanded in a deep voice: "Go back to Zhaoren Palace."

Long Nian got up steadily, Zhong Weiwei curled up in Chonghua's arms, absorbing the warmth of his body, and whispered to him, laughing: "Women who can sit on the dragon chariot are disasters for the country, right?"

She was like a docile cat, lying in his arms obediently, purring when she felt comfortable.

Chonghua only felt that this spring night was so cute and bright, so he smiled softly: "You hurt me first, then we'll talk about it."

Zhong Weiwei smiled, with unprecedented peace and joy in his heart.

Zhao Hongtu had a lot to say and wanted to tell Chonghua, but seeing the appearance of the two, he didn't intend to say it.

Come on, it's rare for these two to be smooth and comfortable, so he'd better not be a nuisance to them, and Empress Dowager Wei, aunt and nephew can make as much noise as they want.

Zhaoren Palace got the news a long time ago, and prepared a batch of hot water, incense towels and delicious dishes.

As soon as the dragon chariot arrived, Xia Hua, who was still sleeping, brought people forward, saluted and greeted, arranged for Chonghua and Zhong Weiwei to bathe and eat, and served them comfortably.

Xia Hua was in her 40s, and she was born with a serious face, neither talking too much nor caring about other things.

Seeing the appearance of Zhong Weiwei and Chonghua, he was not surprised at all, as if it should be like this, very conscientious.

Zhong Weiwei was a little embarrassed at first, but seeing Xia Hua's calm and calm look, he felt that it was no big deal, so he quickly relaxed and asked people to ask how Youyou was doing.

It was Xiaotang who spoke back and forth.

She squinted at Zhong Weiwei, trying desperately to hold back her smile, but the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably, and even her voice was full of joy:

"The servant has already asked someone. The eldest son of the emperor is accompanied by Aunt Qian and Li Anren. He has already fallen asleep and is very safe."

Zhong Weiwei was very embarrassed when he saw Xiaotang's expression, pretended not to see it cheekily, and said solemnly: "You have been tired all day, go and rest."

Xiaotang agreed and retreated, walked two steps, and suddenly said in a low voice: "You have just recovered from a serious illness, don't be tired."

"Get lost!" Zhong Weiwei became furious, picked up a shoe and threw it at Xiaotang.

Xiaotang giggled and ran away without a trace in an instant.

"This little girl!" Zhong Weiwei cursed in a low voice, and quietly glanced at Chonghua.

Chonghua sat solemnly not far away, looking the same as usual, but his eyes were always entangled with her, and he couldn't hide his deep love and joy.

The lights in the hall were bright, and there were several palace people standing by, Zhong Weiwei suddenly felt very embarrassed.

She looked at Chonghua, then at herself, trying to find something to say, but Chonghua said before her: "Everyone back down."

Under the leadership of Xia Hua and Zhao Hongtu, the palace people retreated quietly and orderly.

Zhong Weiwei sat quietly with her head down, seeing Chonghua's cloud dragon pattern boots approaching her step by step.

Finally, he stopped in front of her and said in a low voice, "Isn't there nothing to be afraid of?"

Zhong Weiwei plucked up his courage, looked up at him, and said in a low voice at the same time: "I am not afraid of the sky, I am not afraid of the earth, but I am afraid of the second senior brother."

Ink flashed in Chonghua's eyes, and he pushed her down on the couch without saying a word.

Zhong Weiwei couldn't breathe, couldn't move, and the memories in Tianji Pavilion came overwhelmingly.

She looked at Chonghua with wide eyes, wanting to engrave his current appearance into her soul.

His Majesty the Emperor is so beautiful!she thinks.

Chonghua lay beside her contentedly, and asked her in a low voice: "Is that medicine still working? Does it not hurt?"

Zhong Weiwei stretched out her leg and kicked him lightly.

Chonghua laughed softly, he grabbed her ankle, brought it to his lips, kissed her lightly, and then went up her calf, kissing her carefully.

Zhong Weiwei was so itchy that he couldn't bear it, and with a loud cry, he rolled to the innermost side of the dragon bed, wrapped himself in a quilt into a cocoon, and stared at him with wide eyes:
"Up to this point, even if you are calling the animal, let it rest, otherwise you will be exhausted all at once, what should you do?"

Chonghua frowned and scolded her: "Vulgar! Can you use some good adjectives? You have read a lot of poetry and books, how can you describe yourself like that."

Zhong Weiwei winked at him: "I'm talking about senior brother."

Chonghua was furious, and rushed forward to scratch her itch: "How dare you insult your husband, you bold Zhong Weiwei. I'm an animal, so what are you?"

Zhong Weiwei couldn't get him, so she acted like a baby: "It hurts to death, it hurts to death, I killed someone."

"You rascal."

Chonghua stopped, angry and funny, thinking that the most perfect state of life is nothing more than this.

(End of this chapter)