Chapter 8: A Chance for You (2)
Zhong Weiwei glanced at Chonghua out of the corner of his eye, stretched out his hand boldly and confidently, stole another pastry from another plate, still slid it into his sleeve and hid it, and then sat upright.
After waiting for a moment, but seeing no movement from Chonghua, she extended her claws to the third plate and took the third pastry.
Probably because she had stock in her sleeve, her courage and spirit were a little better, and people began to be bolder, moving out little by little, intent on getting two plums in a fruit bowl farther away to try them.
Before she could move to the fruit bowl, she heard a slight sound of "pop", which frightened her, and quickly knelt down to peek over, only to see Chonghua putting down the ivory red pen and looking at her expressionlessly.
Zhong Weiwei smiled at him with a disguised flattery: "Your Majesty is free." ”
"Come back!" Chonghua is concise and aggressive.
Is it being seen? No, he clearly kept his head down and criticized it.
Zhong Wei's only face was ignorant: "What Your Majesty is saying, Weichen can't understand." ”
Chonghua narrowed his eyes slightly: "You really don't understand?" ”
Zhong Weiwei looked at him for a while, and in the end he was no match for him, so he took a step back:
"The minister just thinks that Zhu Li in this crystal plate is handsome and good-looking, and he just wants to pay a look. Before he could stretch out his hand, His Majesty's eyes were like a torch and he discovered the minister's bad intentions. ”
"Do you want someone to help you?" Chonghua was impatient and raised his hand to call someone to clean her up.
"Everyone's busy, 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:
"The minister has no money to buy water, he hasn't washed his hands for several days, this pastry has been soiled, in order not to waste food, Your Majesty might as well ......"
"I see that you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin!" Chonghua suddenly got up, grabbed her arm and pulled her forward violently.
Zhong Weiwei was caught off guard, rushed forward and hit his chest, and then fell into his arms in embarrassment.
A piece of pastry flew out of her sleeve, slashed in a beautiful arc in mid-air, fell to the ground, and shattered into several pieces.
Zhong Weiwei looked at the piece of pastry that was broken into several petals and felt that it was her heart.
She exhaled, quickly pulled her arm out of Chonghua's hand, and quickly retreated three feet away from him, arranging her crumpled sleeves with him, and was honestly afraid:
"Your Majesty is angry, the minister is rubble, you are a pearl, how can you be good if you break it?"
How dare she dislike him?
Chonghua glared at Zhong Weiwei angrily, grinding and grinding his teeth, the hands hanging on his sides clenched into fists and released, and his voice was cold to the bone: "Even you can break me?" Bite off more than one can chew! ”
Zhong Weiwei echoed: "Yes, Weichen is not self-sufficient. ”
Chonghua closed his eyes and gritted his teeth: "Purse!" ”
"Huh?" The jump was too fast, and Zhong Wei only couldn't react.
Chonghua's eyes were red, and his muscles jumped violently: "Purse!" You don't have ears? ”
"Oh, oh." Zhong Weiwei was relieved, and without hesitation, he offered the Tangtang flower purse and laughed dryly:
"I have been keeping it for a long time, waiting for His Majesty to ask for it, and now it can be regarded as the return of the goods to its original owner. Hey, I'm just a little embarrassed, and I was accidentally soiled by Li Pipa. ”
Six years have passed, and the purse, which should have been worn out a long time ago, is still intact, but unfortunately it has dirt footprints.
"Li Pipa despised the emperor's prestige and should be punished. Sun Shourong bullied the king, damn it. ”
Chonghua returned to his cold appearance, and threw his purse to the ground in disgust: "Zhao Hongtu, take it and burn it!" ”
The implication is that he cleaned up the two only because they offended him, not to help her out.
Zhong Weiwei understands it, and she won't be sentimental, but it's inevitable that she has a pity for the purse, and she has been with her for six years.
Chonghua saw her expression and ridiculed her: "What are you staring at it, don't say that you are reluctant." ”
Zhong Weiwei was righteous and awe-inspiring: "This is Your Majesty's thing, you can do whatever you want, the minister has nothing to say." ”
Chonghua's face suddenly darkened, and he said sharply: "Get out!" ”
Did she say the wrong thing?
Zhong Weiwei hurriedly retracted what he just said: "Your Majesty forgives the sin, the minister told a lie, the minister is really reluctant to use the purse, so he has been with the minister for six years, and the minister has been cherishing it, and he is reluctant to ......use it."
But seeing Chonghua's anger, his eyes were about to erupt with fire: "Get out!" Get out now! ”
"Your Majesty is angry, and the minister will go out."
Zhong Weiwei immediately walked out, tsk, this person who became an emperor is different, he turned his face ruthlessly, even if he was like a madman, no one dared to say a word.
Walking outside the hall, she met the little yellow door that passed on to her, so she pretended to be proud of the spring breeze and greeted the little yellow door: "Thank you." ”
Xiao Huangmen was beaming when he saw her, thinking that Chonghua had forgiven her, so he congratulated her: "Congratulations to Lord Zhong, don't forget us when you develop in the future." ”
"That's, that's." Zhong Weiwei finished greeting Xiao Huangmen with joy, left with his head held high, and greeted people with a spring breeze when he met someone.
There is no way, she needs to create the illusion that she has been forgiven by Chonghua to make ends meet.
When he returned to his room, he quickly closed the door, sat down on the floor against the wall, and took out the last remaining pastry to eat.
The pastry was delicious, she was reluctant to eat it, and broke it little by little to taste the taste, so sweet that she was satisfied.
Someone knocked on the door, Zhong Weiwei immediately stuffed all the remaining pastries into his mouth and swallowed them, and stood up with the door.
Brushing his hair, tidying up his official robe, opening the door with one hand and crossing his waist with the other, he was triumphant: "Who?" Is Your Majesty's reward coming? ”
There was no one at the door, except for an oiled paper bag with two cold steamed buns on the ground.
Zhong Weiwei looked around, not to mention the figure, not even a ghost shadow could be seen, she picked up the cold steamed bun and was proud: "It seems that my character is not bad, and someone actually sent charcoal in the snow." ”
I ate a cold steamed bun with cold water, and the rest of it was hidden and eaten tomorrow, and then I fell asleep with a belly full of cold water.
The fourth watch drum sounded, and she struggled to get up to go to the front to block Chonghua, who wanted to put her foot on the ground as if she had stepped into cotton.
When I touched my forehead, it was terrifyingly hot, and I knew that I was sick, so I touched the cabinet and found a pill to take it indiscriminately, washed my face with cold water, and then hid the remaining cold steamed buns in my arms, and cheered up and leaned on the wall to go to the Qingxin Palace.
She had been delayed for a long time this morning, and when she arrived outside the Qingxin Palace, Chonghua had already walked to the bottom of the steps and was about to board the dragon chariot.
Zhong Weiwei gave Chonghua a salute: "The sinner is ......"
The voice was so hoarse and unpleasant that she was so frightened that she immediately shut up, but Chonghua heard it.
He stood in front of Long Yuan with his back to her, never looked back, and said coldly: "Even the daily service to the monarch can't do his best, how dare he say anything to atone for his sins?" Spread my will, the criminal minister Zhong Weiwei was arrogant and rude, and the emperor lost his manners, and from now on, he was dismissed from the post of living room. ”