It's really hard to be willing not to ask what to do.

When Concubine Hui heard this, she looked surprised, and looked at the emperor with red and swollen eyes, "Didn't Your Majesty say that His Royal Highness the Ninth is Gu Zhen's son? Why do you still have to ask the concubine, what did Yu'er say, does Your Majesty suspect that Yu'er is Gu Zhen's son?"

Saying that, Concubine Hui suddenly moved, slapped the table with both hands, got up suddenly, and staggered, "Your Majesty, concubine ......"

Just put on a swear look, Hui Guifei's eyelids rolled, the whole person collapsed softly, and sat back on the chair behind her, except for the even wheezing sound, there was no other sound.

provoked the palace maid who served on one side, her face was pale and trembling, and she knelt down on the ground and kowtowed, "Your Majesty spares your life!"

The emperor sighed weakly.

Seemingly...... Even if Xiao Ke is Gu Zhen's son, Hui Guifei and Yu'er, they don't know, but they can ...... Xiao Ke is Gu Zhen's son or not.

Drop blood for family testing, even though Xiao Ke's blood and Gu Yuqing's blood are not compatible, but the emperor does not believe in this method 100%.

At this moment, what the emperor is entangled and painful in his heart is not how he will punish Gu Zhen if Xiao Ke is really Gu Zhen's son, but how he should deal with himself from now on.

Wait until Gu Zhen comes back, directly pick it out, and say to him: "That, take your son back, I have raised you for so many years, it's enough!" or continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, Quan Dang doesn't know.

This annoying ......

The mustard in his heart has been born, no matter how many kinds of ironclad evidence are placed in front of the emperor, even if he goes back in time and lets him witness the production process of Tang Xiaozhu back then, he can no longer believe in Xiao Ke wholeheartedly.

Xiao Ke's identity, in the emperor's heart, has become a wound, even if it will heal, but in the end it will be scarred.

With a sweep of his sleeves, let the palace maids disperse, the emperor got up and personally hugged Concubine Hui into the inner room and bed, even if he poured wine on her in order to set her half a word and tell the truth, but watching her drunk and uncomfortable, watching her vent out of her suppressed grief and anger for several years, and spoiling the woman for so many years, how could the emperor not feel distressed.

personally fetched hot water, took off Hui Guifei's clothes, helped her scrub, changed into dry underwear, pulled the quilt, and turned her head to blow the lamp.

Listening to the sound of Hui Guifei's even breathing in his ears, the emperor slowly closed his eyes, but his mind was constantly rolling, tossing and turning, I don't know how long he had insomnia, and it was easy to feel a little sleepy, just when the emperor's upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and the thoughts in his brain were a little fluctuating, a terrible scream suddenly came from his ears.

was so frightened that the emperor was suddenly full of excitement, and his eyes that had just been glued opened wide.

Immediately afterwards, Concubine Hui, who was lying flat on his side, sat up straight, clutched the quilt with both hands, and whispered in horror and pain, "Don't!" The voice was full of pleading, with a strong choked voice.

The emperor was suddenly shocked, turned over, and put his hands around Concubine Hui's shoulders, "What's the matter, you're having a nightmare?"

There was a heavy snow outside the house, and there was not much light entering the house, and by the dim light, the emperor saw that Concubine Hui's cheeks, which were originally red from drunkenness, were dead to ashes.

The shoulders that were held by him trembled like chaff, and she clutched the quilt tightly, but the bones were clearly cold, cold sweat was dripping, and the broken hair on her forehead was soaked.

The warmth of the emperor's palm did not soothe Hui Guifei's fear and restlessness, she was still trembling like a bird hunted in winter, her voice let out a low cry, and her hands no longer grasped the brocade quilt, but her ten fingers were slightly together, covering her cheeks.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm not afraid!" The emperor hugged Concubine Hui in front of his chest, followed her back one by one, whispered softly, and comforted her carefully.

After a long time, Concubine Hui's crying finally stopped, and she also woke up from the panic and panic of the dream, hurriedly wiped her tears with her sleeves, got up to face the emperor, her face was uneasy, and whispered: "The concubine is out of shape." ”

After sobering up, she was always gentle and considerate.

The emperor looked at it, but he missed her hearty after being drunk......

A trance hit the tip of the heart, and the emperor shook Hui Guifei's hand, "What's wrong?

Hui Guifei nodded, even though she was sober, her face was still sticky and her heart palpitated, and it was so white that it was to the end.

The emperor pulled the brocade quilt, draped it on Concubine Hui's back, and wrapped it, "Tell me about me, I dreamed of some cow, ghost, god and snake, and scared you like this!"

The corners of Concubine Hui's mouth trembled, and her eyes were about to flicker, and she hesitated to retreat and dodge, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare, it can't be true." ”

The emperor naturally took in Concubine Hui's expression, "It really doesn't matter if it's wrong, the key is that you say it, I will help you solve it, so you won't be frightened, after drinking so much wine, if you don't sleep well, how can your body survive." ”

The voice is low and hoarse, gentle and doting, with a touch of bewitchment, staring affectionately, no matter which woman, she can't resist the tenderness that originates from this ninety-five.

Concubine Hui couldn't stand this bone-eroding grace, her eyes trembled, and she said: "I don't know if I was stimulated too much today or what, the concubine actually dreamed of Gu Yuqing's maternal grandfather, the old general of Qibei Gusu, but ...... But the concubine has never seen him!"

Speaking of her nightmare, Concubine Hui couldn't help but shudder, but her eyes were full of anxiety and bewilderment.

When the emperor heard this, his heart shrank.

The old general of Qi Beigu Su ......, "You dreamed of him?"

Concubine Hui nodded, her hands clenched by the emperor couldn't help but tremble, and she pursed her dry lips, "The concubine has never met him, let alone intersected, but somehow, his anger was vented to the concubine......"

As he spoke, his voice choked again, with trepidation.

The more the emperor listened, the more frightened he became, "In your dream, the old general is venting his anger?"

Even if he doesn't believe in the nonsense of ghosts and gods, the old general Gusu has laid down half of the country for this dynasty, and the credit is really high, and he has more than 100 lives in the house, in the final analysis, he died in the hands of the royal family, and it was such a miserable end of extinction......

Hearing him fall into a dream and vent his anger, the emperor's heart, how could he not throb.

Concubine Hui took a deep breath and tried her best to calm her emotions, only tears were clear in her eyes, gurgling constantly, and she no longer brushed it, only cried, and said: "The old general pinched the concubine's neck and asked the concubine, why did Your Majesty treat him so coldly......"

With the words, Concubine Hui Guifei saw that it was good, and when she saw that the emperor was born with a spirit, she shivered coldly, her face turned pale, she held her hand, and couldn't help but exert force, pinching her fingers were sore.

Emotions flashed in the corners of Hui Guifei's eyes, and she continued: "In the dream, his appearance is vague, and the concubine can't see what he looks like, but the voice is really poignant and scary. ”