Zhong Weiwei heard the rustling of clothes, and wondered if Chonghua got up and walked towards her, but he didn't dare to raise his head, his heart was raised high, and even his palms were slightly wet.

However, Chonghua did not come to her side, and nothing happened.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but she was a little unsure, not knowing what Chonghua wanted to do next.

After all, after being separated for so long, up to a year, she already has a feeling of strangeness to him.

She couldn't help but recall the scene when she saw him during the day, remembering that he responded to Li Shang domineeringly and savagely at that time, her heart was sour and sweet, and it also brought countless chagrin and despair, and the despair was almost suffocating.

Suddenly, a pair of boots embroidered with dragon cloud patterns appeared in front of her, and the ink fragrance mixed with ambergris was overwhelming, even if it was a foot away, Zhong Weiwei seemed to be able to feel the heat from Chonghua's body.

She took a big step back in horror, still not daring to look up.

She was afraid that as soon as she raised her head and saw Chonghua's eyes, she would abandon all her insistence, throw herself into his arms desperately, and fall into hell with him.

She was so sad and nervous that her upper and lower teeth bumped uncontrollably, making a slight tooth knocking sound, and she felt ashamed, so she gritted her teeth and pinched her palm.

Chonghua looked at Zhong Weiwei in silence, seeing the horror flashing on her face, seeing the corners of her lips drooping slightly, and seeing her desperate expression as if she was about to cry.

He forcibly withdrew half of his outstretched hand, but he didn't want to get farther away from her, he stood in front of her, and said casually: "You have no king, you enter Beijing privately, and you will be fined for three years and reduced to seven grades." ”

Reduced to the seventh grade, he is still the owner of the Fang Ming Pavilion, and he still holds the golden seal of "If I am here", it is not painful or itchy, and it has no effect at all.

Zhong Weiwei desperately squeezed out a smile and saluted to thank him: "Thank you Your Majesty for not killing, the ministers will smear their livers and brains on the ground, and they will die." ”

The minister will smear his liver and brain on the ground, and he will die.

She said these ten words word by word, and she said all the things in her life.

Chonghua stood still, she also pressed her forehead against the cold gold brick floor, and she did not move, two hot tears slipped out of her eyes and fell on the cold ground.

The wind outside the window lingers, and the candlelight in the hall is swaying, which is a reunion after a long absence, and it is better than a newlywed, but it is close to the end of the world.

"You don't regret it?" Chonghua looked at Zhong Weiwei's thin shoulders, couldn't help but squat down, clasped her shoulders with both hands, and said in a deep voice: "Do you really want to do this?" ”

Zhong Weiwei tilted his head slightly, wiped his tears on the sleeves of his robe, and then raised his head and kept seeing Chonghua's eyes: "This is fate." Your Majesty. For the sake of everyone, for the sake of Liguo, please don't embarrass Weichen. ”

Chonghua looked at her eyes steadily, and said in a dumb voice: "Ah Wei, I think you should understand my heart." ”

Zhong Weiwei smiled: "I understand, but I know better who you are." ”

I know better who you are.

"You know what? You don't understand anything! Anger swelled up in Chonghua's eyes, and the hand on her shoulder became harder and harder.

Zhong Weiwei looked at him, gentle and calm: "What I wish, only Your Majesty is healthy and long-lived, the grand plan can be developed, and the world is peaceful." ”

Chonghua clenched her shoulders hard, and bowed his head viciously to kiss her: "Fuck your health and longevity, the world is peaceful!" ”

Zhong Weiwei averted his head sharply to avoid him, pushed him away forcefully, and said loudly: "Do you want to be a monk for the rest of your life?" I can't! No! You don't understand! ”

It's not that you can't conceive, but that the fetus can't survive, and the avoidance of the child soup and miscarriage will cause great harm to the mother......

Chonghua turned white and said in a dumb voice: "You don't believe me? I can ......."

"I don't believe it!" Zhong Weiwei leaned back slightly, desperately trying to let the tears flow back: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe a word!" Can you endure a year, two years, three years, four years, ten years? One day, either you can't help it, or I can't help it, instead of suffering later, it's better to give it a good time now! ”

Chonghua clenched his fists, closed his eyes slightly, and shivered all over.

He remembered that when he was in Changchun Garden today, Li Shang talked to Zhong Weiwei affectionately, and Zhong Weiwei pulled Li Shang's sleeve to wipe Li Shang's face.

Knowing that he was jealous for no reason, and knowing that Zhong Weiwei was deliberately disgusting himself, he still wanted to pinch Li Shang to death, and he couldn't wait to lock Zhong Weiwei in the palace and never allow her to go out.

Zhong Weiwei took a few steps back and saluted hastily: "It's not early, Your Majesty should rest early, Weichen will retire." ”

Chonghua didn't keep her.

She rushed out of Zhaoren Palace as if she fled, and when she saw a palace lamp approaching in front of her, she calmed down, wiped away her tears, and stood by the side of the road to avoid it.

"Zhong Tongshi." Hu Zizhi brought two palace people to stand not far away, kind and respectful, "I heard that you are back, I specially came here to wait for you." ”

Zhong Weiwei even felt difficult to speak at the moment, so it was easy to squeeze out a smile and salute: "Niangniang is healthy." ”

Hu Zizhi hurriedly supported her and said, "I shouldn't have bothered, but the eldest son of the emperor wanted to see you, and His Majesty didn't allow him to come out, so ......"

At the mention of again, Zhong Weiwei was a little sour and wanted to cry, so he endured it for a moment before saying, "Xiaguan will come to see the emperor's eldest son another day." ”

The relationship between the monarch and the minister is clear.

Hu Zizhi had a lot of unbearability in his eyes: "Since it's already good, why don't you ......?"

Suddenly, Li Anren trembled and felt out of the palace gate, holding the door mosquito and whispering: "Concubine Hui, Your Majesty asks you, if you don't stay in your room in the middle of the night, what are you going to do when you come out and walk around?" ”

Hu Zizhi's face instantly turned white, smiled bitterly, gestured to Zhong Weiwei, and quickly turned to leave.

Zhong Weiwei nodded at Li Anren and continued to walk forward.

In the moonlight, her shadow was thin and shallow, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any moment, but her steps were firm, because she knew where she was going, and knew where to go.

In the Zhaoren Palace, Chonghua smashed everything that could be smashed.

Li Anren and Yan Chu knelt on the ground, trembling.

Finally, Chonghua was tired and sat down, staring at the dancing candle flame.

There was the sound of drums in the distance, Li Anren and Yan Chu, you pushed me, I stared at you for a long time, and then quietly stretched out my hand to rock-paper-scissors, three fights and two wins, Li Anren was unlucky, lost, so he had to stretch his face and tremble: "Your Majesty, it's not early, it's time to rest." ”

Chonghua raised his head suddenly, his eyes were cold, and he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty? ”

"Zhang Yi?" Chonghua shouted.

Zhang Yi hid in the shadows far away, and his strength was weak: "The minister is here." ”

Chonghua gritted his teeth: "You take people, go to the post house immediately, no matter what method you use, don't let the weak dog surnamed Li sleep peacefully!" (To be continued.) )