Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 8 Give You a Chance (2)

Zhong Weiwei glanced at Chonghua from the corner of his eyes, stretched out his hand confidently and boldly, stole another pastry from another plate, slid it into his sleeve to hide it, and sat up straight again.

After waiting for a while, seeing no movement from Chonghua, she stretched out her claws to the third plate and took away the third pastry.

Probably because she had some stock in her sleeves, her courage and energy improved a bit, and she began to be bolder, moving away bit by bit, all she wanted was to get two plums from the fruit plate farther away to taste. early adopters.

Before she could move to the fruit plate, she heard a slight "pop", which made her tremble in fright, and quickly knelt down to peek over, only to see Chonghua put down the ivory vermilion pen, looking at her expressionlessly.

Zhong Weiwei gave him a flattering smile under cover: "Your Majesty is free."

"Come again!" Chonghua said concisely and aggressively.

Was it seen?No, he clearly kept his head down while approving the memorial.

Zhong Weiyi's face was confused: "What is your Majesty talking about, I don't understand."

Chonghua narrowed his eyes slightly: "You really don't understand?"

Zhong Weiwei met his eyes for a while, and in the end he was no match for his sharpness, so he took a step back knowingly:
"I just think that Zhu Li in this crystal plate is handsome and good-looking, and I just want to admire it. Before I could reach out my hand, His Majesty discovered the minister's evil intentions with his eyes like a torch."

"Do you want me to send someone to help you?" Chonghua was impatient, and raised his hand to ask someone to clean her up.

"Everyone is quite busy, so don't bother them!" Zhong Weiwei reluctantly took out a piece of pastry and returned it, glanced at Chonghua and said in a low voice:
"I have no money to buy water, I haven't washed my hands for several days, this pastry has been soiled, in order not to waste food, your Majesty might as well..."

"I think you won't cry without seeing the coffin!" Chonghua stood up suddenly, grabbed her arm and yanked it forward.

Zhong Weiwei was caught off guard, jumped forward and bumped into his chest, and then fell into his arms in embarrassment.

A piece of pastry flew out of her sleeve, drew a beautiful arc in the air, fell to the ground, and broke into several pieces.

Zhong Weiwei looked at the piece of pastry that was broken into several pieces, and felt that it was her heart.

She let out a breath, quickly withdrew her arm from Chonghua's hand, and quickly retreated to a place three feet away from him, covering her sleeves that had been wrinkled by him, fearfully:

"Your Majesty, please calm down. The minister is rubble, and you are a pearl. What if you are damaged?"

How dare she despise him?

Chonghua glared at Zhong Weiwei, grinding his teeth again and again, clenched his hands hanging on both sides into fists and then loosened them, his voice was cold to the bone: "You can break me by yourself? You can't overestimate yourself!"

Zhong Weiwei echoed: "Yes, my humble minister is beyond his control."

Chonghua closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Purse bag!"

"Ah?" Jumping too fast, Zhong Weiwei couldn't react.

Chonghua's eyes were red, and his veins were twitching violently: "Purse bag! You don't have ears?"

"Oh, oh." Zhong Weiwei felt relieved, and presented the Tangdi flower purse without hesitation, and laughed dryly:
"It has been kept until His Majesty wants it. Now it can be regarded as returning to the original owner. Hey, I'm just a little embarrassed. It was accidentally dirty by Li Pipa."

Six years have passed, and the purse, which should have been dilapidated long ago, is still intact, but it is a pity that it is stained with mud and footprints.

"Li Pipa despises the emperor's prestige and deserves to be punished. Sun Shourong deceives the emperor and deserves to die."

Chonghua returned to his frosty look, and threw the purse on the ground in disgust: "Zhao Hongtu, take it and burn it!"

The implication is that he took care of these two people only because they offended him, not because he wanted to help her out.

Zhong Weiwei understood, and would not pretend to be sentimental, but it was a pity that the purse had been with her for six years anyway.

Chonghua saw her expression and taunted her: "What are you staring at it for, don't say you don't want to."

Zhong Weiwei was just and awe-inspiring: "This is His Majesty's stuff, you can do whatever you want with it, and I have nothing to say."

Chonghua's face darkened suddenly, and he said sharply, "Get out!"

Did she say something wrong?
Zhong Weiwei hastily took back what he said just now: "Your Majesty, forgive me, I told lies, I really can't bear to part with that purse, at least I've been with you for six years, I've been keeping it dear, and I can't bear to use it..."

But Chonghua was so angry that his eyes were about to burst into flames: "Get out! Get out immediately!"

"Your Majesty calm down, I will go out now."

Zhong Weiwei immediately went out, tsk tsk, this person who became the emperor is different, he is ruthless, even if he looks like a lunatic, no one dares to say a word.

Walking outside the hall, I met Xiao Huangmen who was passing on the news for her, so I pretended to be proud of myself and said hello to Xiao Huangmen: "Thank you very much."

Seeing her beaming, Xiao Huangmen thought that Chonghua had forgiven her, so he congratulated her: "Congratulations, Mr. Zhong, don't forget about us when you become prosperous in the future."

"That's it, that's it." Zhong Weiwei greeted Xiao Huangmen beamingly, and left with her head held high. When she met someone, she greeted them happily.

No way, she needs to create the illusion that she has been forgiven by Chonghua to make ends meet.

After returning to the room, he quickly closed the door, leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, and took out the last remaining pastry to eat.

The pastry was so delicious that she was reluctant to eat it. She broke it up bit by bit and tasted it carefully. It was so sweet that she was satisfied.

Someone knocked on the door, Zhong Weiwei immediately stuffed the remaining cakes into his mouth and swallowed them, and stood up holding the door.

He stroked his hair, straightened his official robes, opened the door with one hand, and put one hand on his hips, triumphantly: "Who is it? Is it His Majesty's reward?"

There was no one at the door, except for a greased paper bag with two cold steamed buns on the ground.

Zhong Weiwei looked around, not to mention people, not even a ghost. She picked up the cold steamed bun and said triumphantly: "It seems that I have a good character, and someone actually gave me help in a timely manner."

I ate a cold steamed bun with cold water, and hid the remaining one to eat tomorrow, and then fell asleep with my belly full of cold water making a "bang bang".

The fourth watch drum sounded, and she struggled to get up to block Chonghua in front, who would have thought that the moment her foot landed, it would be like stepping on cotton.

Touching his forehead, it was terribly hot. He knew that he was sick. He searched for a pill from the cabinet and took it indiscriminately. After washing his face with cold water, he hid the remaining cold steamed buns in his arms. Go to Qingxin Hall.

She was delayed for a long time this morning, and when she arrived outside the Qingxin Hall, Chonghua had already walked down the steps and was about to board the dragon chariot.

Zhong Weiwei bowed to Chonghua: "The guilty minister..."

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, so frightened that she immediately shut up, but Chonghua heard it.

He stood in front of the dragon chariot with his back to her, without looking back, and said coldly: "Even if you can't do your best to serve the monarch every day, how dare you say atonement? Passing my will, the sinner Zhong Weiwei is mad and disrespectful, You are disrespectful in front of the imperial court, and from now on, you will be resigned from the post of living lord."

(End of this chapter)