Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 732
"Oh, how pitiful...the poor mother whose elder son and younger son are fighting each other, but I dare not let you out. You know, it is very risky for me to hide you here." The man laughed. , Going further and further away, the sound gradually disappeared.

Empress Dowager Wei beat the wall frantically: "Let me out, let me out...I'll give you everything, who are you? Who are you?"

Only the cold walls and bright lights answered her.

Empress Dowager Wei burst into tears, shedding more tears than her whole life combined.

She cried hoarsely, lying on the ground in despair, sobbing straight: "Who are you?"

Tired of crying, she suddenly became angry again, grabbed the unbroken wooden bowl and threw it at the lights on the roof: "Damn! It's all your fault! If you listen to me and let Pingye succeed, how can you be so angry?" Have these things? Seeing that our mother and child are unlucky, are you happy now? Are you happy? Woooooo..."

She cried miserably, but no one could hear her.

Inside the Hall of Purity.

Zhong Weiwei woke up from the nightmare, dripping with cold sweat, only felt that his heart was beating violently, almost bursting out of his chest, which was very uncomfortable.

"What's the matter?" Chonghua woke up startled, stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, touched her brow full of sweat, called someone to come in to light the lamp, then hugged her, and said softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhong Weiwei lay motionless in his arms, not wanting to speak.

Aunt Qian lit the lamp and asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you need to pass on the imperial physician?"

Chonghua said without hesitation: "Of course!"

"No, I'm fine." Zhong Weiwei moved and pressed his face tightly against his chest.

His heart was beating powerfully in his chest, and his strength could be felt through the musculoskeletal.

Zhong Weiwei seemed to be able to draw strength from it, and kept getting closer and closer, wishing to get in.

Chonghua patted her on the back in a good-tempered manner, told Aunt Qian to leave, and asked her in a low voice, "Do you want some water?"

Zhong Weiwei still didn't move, and it took a long time before he whispered: "Yes."

Chonghua asked her to let go, and he went to get water, but she refused to let go, and just hugged him tightly and burrowed into his arms.

He asked someone to come in and deliver water, but she didn't allow it, so she hugged him so domineeringly and unreasonably, without saying a word.

Chonghua stopped talking, hugged her quietly, and accompanied her.

After two cups of tea, Zhong Weiwei finally let go: "I'll go to sleep in the back room, you still have things to do tomorrow."

"No need." Chonghua got up and got out of bed, and gave her water to drink: "Drink. You're not feeling well, how can I sleep? It's better to be with you and feel more at ease."

Zhong Weiwei put down the glass after only taking two sips of water, feeling very worried.

She was having a nightmare, a terrible nightmare, so terrible that she didn't even want to mention it, and there was a vague sense of discomfort that "saying it might become true".

Chonghua didn't question her, instead he hugged her in his arms after turning off the lights, not tight nor loose, so that she could feel his presence without making her uncomfortable.

His tenderness made Zhong Weiwei unstoppably think "to be nice to him, you must be nice to him, very nice".

After a long time, the two contented people lay side by side on the bed, clasped hands with their fingers crossed, and they both lazily did not want to move.

Zhong Weiwei finally felt tired, she said softly: "I'm sleepy."

"Oh." The corners of Chonghua's lips kept curling up, "I'm going to sleep too."

He leaned over and kissed Zhong Weiwei tenderly on the forehead: "Awei, I'm so happy, thank you."

In the past few days, he has been tense, he has been busy day and night, and he has been exhausted for a long time, but his spirit has been tense, and he can't sleep well. It was not until this moment that he felt that he was truly relaxed. I would like to thank Zhong Weiwei.

Zhong Weiwei pursed her lips and smiled, and kissed him back: "I also want to thank Your Majesty, I am also very happy."

She closed her eyes to sleep, and when she was about to fall asleep, she vaguely heard Chonghua whispering behind her: "Awei, the dream is just a dream, because you are too worried. Don't worry, I will always be by your side and accompany you ,I do not care what time."

"Oh." Zhong Weiwei responded, feeling that the dream was really not so scary, she told herself to be happy and brave.

At dawn, there was the sound of birds chirping outside the window, Zhong Weiwei stretched and opened his eyes.

Aunt Qian, Xiao Tang, Yan Zhi and the others gathered around the bed, and when they saw her wake up, they smiled and said, "Just guessing how long you'll sleep, you just woke up."

Zhong Weiwei didn't sleep well in the first half of the night, but slept soundly in the second half of the night, so he was refreshed: "Has the public trial started?"

Xiaotang told her: "No, His Majesty made an explanation before leaving, if you want to go, you can take His Highness Prince Rui with you, if you don't want to go, then don't go."

How could Zhong Weiwei miss such a big show, she immediately got up to wash and change clothes, picked out a plain and dignified palace attire, and asked Duan Ren if he wanted to go to the school with her to pick him up.

Duan Ren refused, saying that he was a member of the Holy Maiden's Palace. According to the rules, the people of the Holy Maiden's Palace cannot interfere in the state affairs of the two countries. If she went, it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings.Besides, King Qi was her own younger brother, she felt uncomfortable seeing him, so she didn't go.

Zhong Weiwei just let it go, and went to the school in the palace car.

On this day, Su Qiong, the former living man and the current Hanlin, was teaching the children. He was young, but like an old master, he sat on the stage and shook his head to explain the scriptures.

The children in the audience were either whispering, or winking at each other, or hiding their hands under the table and playing with things quietly.

Sitting in the middle of the first row again, he stared at Su Qiong solemnly, looking very attentive and different from others.

(End of this chapter)