The Queen Mother narrowed her eyes slightly.

The figure in front of her felt a little familiar to her.

Familiar, yet a little intimidating.

Emperor Jianxi slowly approached, and finally knelt opposite the Queen Mother's teahouse. In the small stove next to it, the hot charcoal reflected the light that was flickering and flickering, and the water in the small pot was still calm.

The Queen Mother lowered her head and twisted the small teacup in her hand.

Emperor Jianxi's gaze slowly turned to the tabletop, where there were densely engraved orthography, and for a while he couldn't count how many there were.

In the position closest to the Queen Mother, there is a "positive" that has not yet been completed with three strokes - the day after tomorrow, Bai Ling will enter the palace again.

Whenever this moment, the Queen Mother's mood will always improve.

It's just that Emperor Jianxi doesn't know about this.

He looked at these orthography, and for a moment his heart suddenly became sour, he raised his head again, and called out again, "Mother." ”

Looking at each other, the Queen Mother's expression gradually turned from strangeness to doubt.

"If you think life here is too difficult," Emperor Jianxi said softly, "my son will take you out for a walk." ”

Son......

The old man frowned slightly, this distant word was like a boulder smashed into the water, instantly stirring up countless splashes in her heart.

"It's been ten years." Emperor Jianxi looked at his mother, whose body was slowly withering and clumsy, and his voice became low, "There are some things that should be passed." ”

Past......

The old queen muttered, as if she did not understand the meaning of the word.

Her body leaned forward slowly, as if trying to see who was in front of her

The hand, which was covered with wrinkles and age spots, slowly stretched out in the direction of Emperor Jianxi, as if he wanted to touch Emperor Jianxi's face.

The aging Emperor Jianxi lowered his head slightly, an action that reminded him of the moment when he was comforted by his mother when he made a mistake as a child—he suddenly felt that this might be the reason why he wanted to come here tonight.

The strange astrological signs seemed to herald some kind of irresistible fate, some kind of fate against the emperor, so that he had nowhere to hide.

He didn't want to be anyone's father or husband, nor did he want to think about the fate of all nations. He only felt that everything in this imperial palace could not protect him from the wind and rain, so he finally remembered his imprisoned mother.

God's fate is a kind of fate, and a mother's care for her child is another fate.

Even in a world where fate is like a mustard, it is common to see the latter's disobedience to the former.

An emperor who stands on the highest place in the world is also a mother's child.

He suddenly felt that it was a good thing that the Queen Mother had become stupid, he didn't have to explain anything, he just had to lower his head, and he could once again live under some kind of long-lost care.

Even this kind of care was already a luxury when he was young.

Emperor Jianxi sighed softly.

However, the Queen Mother's hand suddenly stopped.

Her pupils suddenly constricted—the distance narrowed, and Emperor Jianxi's face was clearly reflected in the old empress dowager's cloudy pupils.

Huang Chongde immediately noticed something unusual, but before he could react, the elderly Queen Mother suddenly let out a roar that was not commensurate with her size.

Suddenly, a whole tea case was overturned by the Queen Mother, and the wooden table directly knocked over the small pot of boiling water on the side, splashing the boiling cooked water on the ground, arousing a burst of white-hot water vapor.

The old man let out a tearing, mournful howl - two more blood marks appeared on Emperor Jianxi's left cheek, and he had instinctively dodged back, but the Queen Mother's nails still cut his face.

"Your Majesty!" Huang Chongde immediately stepped forward to block, and the palace maids who had been standing around the Queen Mother had already reacted, and several people rushed forward tightly to hold down the crazy Queen Mother.

Emperor Jianxi stumbled to his feet, covered his face and took a few steps back.

The Queen Mother's voice was like the roughest rock face, and a moment of hysteria directly tore her voice.

"Executioner——!

Her entire face was twisted together, her eyes were almost sputtering sparks, and her dry and pale five fingers struggled to grasp in the direction of Emperor Jianxi.

"Executioner——!!!

"Ah...... Ah——!!!h ”

The old man's mournful cry reverberated in the sky above Cining Palace, and every sound seemed to hit Emperor Jianxi's heart.

In the fierce breaking and containment, the queen mother's long hair loosely pulled up had been completely scattered, and the silver-white messy hair blocked half of her face, and also made her already haggard face show a kind of weakness that had run out of oil.

"Executioner? I? Emperor Jianxi put down the hand blocking his left cheek, and after a moment of panic, the last bit of warmth that had been left in his eyes also dissipated, and he changed back to Huang Chongde's most familiar appearance, "...... Aren't they all from your church? ”

The Queen Mother breathed violently, her physical strength was almost at its limit.

Still, the old man was whispering accusations—only no one could understand what the whispers were saying.

Two palace people wearing iron masks stepped forward and used the fastest speed to restore the chaos that was overturned by the Queen Mother.

Emperor Jianxi sneered and slowly approached.

He looked condescendingly at the Queen Mother—the old man was pressed to the ground against the wall, and although she was weakened to the limit, she still stared at Emperor Jianxi with a certain look of hatred.

Some kind of illusory illusion and delusion were torn apart, and Emperor Jianxi leaned down and squatted.

"I'm not wrong for keeping you here." He said coldly, "You're still unrepentant, aren't you?" ”

“…… Repent? The corners of the Queen Mother's mouth twitched slightly, as if she had brought a smile, and as if she had fallen into some kind of fearless indifference because of madness.

Her language was fragmented, but in all the words and phrases that did not mean anything, Emperor Jianxi still vaguely heard a familiar name.

Daoyao.

Chen Daoyao.

Emperor Jianxi's side face moved slightly, "Yes, only he is your son, and you only have this one son—but where is he now?" You're old and can't walk anymore, what about your Daoyao? Even if he is still alive, can he come to your knees to do his filial piety? ”

The Queen Mother's body twitched and lowered her head sadly.

"A living dead," Emperor Jianxi furrowed his brows and said mockingly, "I sometimes really can't figure it out...... It's also worth your effort. He does something casually, writes a pair of words, memorizes a few lines of poetry, and you praise him all over the place, isn't that something I can do casually? ”

Emperor Jianxi raised his head slightly, staring at the old man in front of him, "Have you taken a second look?" ”

The old queen mother covered her ears with a chattering spirit, and then suddenly threw herself on the ground, as if she was reaching out to grope for something.

"My half-seal...... she whispered, "I'm looking for my half-seal...... What about my half-prints? ”

Emperor Jianxi looked at the crazy old woman in front of him, and suddenly felt that the last bit of flame in his heart had been extinguished.

How could he be so naïve as to ask for comfort from such a person?