Empress Dowager Liu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked, "You don't want to say it, is it because you are afraid that you will be punished by God for leaking the opportunity of heaven?" ”

Zhang Weizhao couldn't cry or laugh, raised his head and said, "I ......"

At that moment, a greater lightning bolt struck, and for a moment the house was as bright as day, and after the lightning thunder rumbled, and even the roof seemed to shake with the thunder.

The Queen Mother seemed to be frightened by the thunder, and when the thunder stopped, she said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I won't ask, I won't ask." Go down. ”

Zhang Weizhao bowed, stood up and withdrew from the hall.

There are only two left in the palace, the queen mother and the crown prince.

The Queen Mother took Chen Youcong's hand and suddenly burst into tears: "I don't have to let her leak the secrets. I'm just, just, I really want to see your imperial grandfather again......" She wanted to ask him, why when he was dying, he only called Queen Qian by his side, but he didn't leave a word for himself? Why did the edict only mention that Empress Qian would go to the emperor's mausoleum for a joint burial after a hundred years, but did not mention anything about herself? Could it be that after so many years of sharing the same bed and having children, it still doesn't have as much weight for him as Queen Qian's sad poems and mournful tears?

The crown prince took the queen mother's shoulders into his arms and comforted: "Grandmother, I know, grandchildren know ......"

Although Chen Youcong's shoulders are not as wide as those of adult men, they are stable and solid, and Empress Dowager Liu leaned on wiping her tears for a while to calm her emotions.

"You have been with me for a long time and you are tired, so go back to your temple to rest. Let's get ready for dinner. Let me be quiet for a while, too. ”

The prince comforted his grandmother a few more words, and went back to his palace.

Zhang Weizhao returned to his room, closed the door, and collapsed on the bed almost in collapse.

The few words of dialogue with the Queen Mother just now exhausted her strength.

The most critical reason why it is so laborious is not because he has to try his best to clear his name, but because he has to face the disappointment of the Queen Mother.

She knew that in fact, the Queen Mother and the Crown Prince both expected her to have the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods.

She can understand this expectation, in her previous life, when her grandmother died suddenly, her grandfather aged and emaciated a lot overnight, she also hoped that there were ghosts and gods in this world, and she hoped that there was a way to communicate with her deceased relatives and know where she had gone and how she was doing. However, she had read Zhou Yi, studied Buddhist scriptures, and visited a master from India who claimed to be able to channel spirits during her studies in England, but she did not find a truly effective way to do this.

The Indian master who claims to be able to psychic is only a sixth sense much stronger than ordinary people in her opinion, but it is far from reaching the realm of communicating with other worlds.

Whether there are ghosts or gods in this world, she doesn't know.

If anything, even she, the one who lived again, had never seen one. She inexplicably traveled to this world from the twenty-first century, without even a little transformation in the middle, she never saw Hades, ghosts, passed through the underworld, never drank Lethe water, and just moved over out of thin air. She felt that her rebirth was most likely caused by brain waves traveling through parallel dimensions by chance, rather than by the will of God or the Creator.

But if there are no ghosts and gods, according to the latest research in the 21st century, scientists believe that in the cosmic space we live in, the observable matter of human beings only accounts for a small part of the mass of the universe, and the observable dark matter occupies more than 85%. Unknown. At least twenty-first-century science has not been able to confirm this.

In Zhang Weizhao's professional psychology, in fact, a considerable part of the knowledge is close to metaphysics, and cannot be explained clearly by the existing scientific system. For example, Jim Tucker, a professor at the University of Virginia and an expert in child psychopathology, believes that some people do bear the mark of past lives, and he has studied this for more than 40 years, collecting more than 2,700 cases to prove the existence of reincarnation.

One of the most well-known cases is that of James Leininger, a boy from Louisiana, USA. When he was four years old, his parents discovered that he often had nightmares about plane fires and crashes, and knew a lot about airplanes in World War II. For example, when he was looking at a model of a World War II airplane with his parents, his mother thought that the box at the bottom of a model was a bomb, but he said it was a fuel tank. He is very familiar with the details of the mission of James Huston, a pilot in World War II, and the crash and death in battle. Researchers eventually believe that the young James was the reincarnation of the pilot named James Huston.

In 2008, Jim Tucker published a lengthy report in the American journal Explore summarizing his research on children's past life memories. The report had such an impact that many scientologists began to reflect on whether the idea that the spirit of physical death was also extinguished was too arbitrary.

But in any case, Zhang Weizhao has no ability to inspire ghosts, and she has no way to tell anyone in this world about her rebirth experience. She believed that the two worlds, the past and the present, had their own laws. She can borrow the knowledge and technology of past lives and use them in this life, but she can't tell them what kind of time and space exists outside of this world, and tell them about her own experience of crossing time and space, because she is afraid that this will cause great panic and uncontrollable changes.

Despite this, she still felt very sad when she faced the Queen Mother's deep disappointment. At that moment, she really hoped that she could pass through the ghosts and gods, but, unfortunately, she didn't.

She is not a god, she has no ability beyond the laws of nature, there are some things, you can only watch it happen, watch it exist, and you can't shake and change it.

For example, death, and the parting and pain that death brings.

In her previous life, she became a psychiatrist because she saw and felt the suffering of the human world.

In this life, she saw more suffering and suffering, and she felt more and more the limits of her personal power.

Her power is very limited. But, so what? She can do a little bit is a little bit!

She is a psychiatrist who can help people alleviate their pain or, when it really can't be removed, help people learn to live with their pain. That's what it means to live with illness.

Thinking of this, Zhang Weizhao got up from the bed, went to the medicine box to rummage through the clean muslin and wound medicine, wrapped it, found an umbrella, and went out to find pothos.

Zhang Weizhao began to boil medicine for pothos every day. Although the queen mother only punished the pothos with a small punishment, and the executed grandmother did not use enough strength, the back half of the pothos was still beaten to the point that the back half of her body was bruised, and there was blood in some places. Zhang Weizhao carefully helped her with medicine, and tried not to leave any sequelae.

Although she is not sensitive to palace politics, she roughly knows why the Queen Mother not only disposed of the peony, but also asked for the cane to scold the pothos for thirty.

The pothos' worship of the portrait of the begonia has touched the bottom line that the palace cannot pay private sacrifices, practice witchcraft, or do things like gods and ghosts. The matter of pothos has been brought out by the peony, and if it is not punished, it is equivalent to making a very bad example.

It is okay for the emperor to sacrifice to the ancestors of heaven and earth, and it is okay for the queen mother to do things for the first emperor, but the concubines, palace maids and eunuchs cannot privately pay tribute to their parents and relatives. Because once the wind of ghosts and gods rises, the court will use the things of gods and ghosts to dump each other, and I don't know how many people will die in vain.

This is also a typical example of only allowing state officials to set fires, and not allowing people to light lamps. But if you don't, it raises bigger problems.

So Zhang Weizhao really doesn't like the rules of the game in the Forbidden City. Everyone is held back by it, but they are powerless to get rid of it, even the queen mother and the crown prince.

But the world outside the Forbidden City is not much better than the inside of the Forbidden City. Or even worse.

When Zhang Weizhao had just crossed over, on the way to escape, he even saw extremely hungry victims eating the corpses of the dead. Human trafficking is even more common, and some people carry burdens to buy children from parents who are too hungry to walk, put them in baskets, and sell them in the towns and cities like chickens and ducks, 80 yuan for boys and 50 yuan for girls. The person who buys the child picks and chooses, pays the money and pulls the child away, which is no different from buying a chicken and a duck.

Zhang Weizhao had always felt that he was an outsider to this world at that time, and although he was shocked when he saw these scenes, he still had a sense of detachment from the world, and he could not empathize with the pain of these people. Later, with her ingenuity, she saved herself in the zombie-like refugee tide, and soon became a disciple of Zhang Rongkun, where she was taken in and sheltered, which also led to her still being able to look at the world from an outsider's perspective for a long time, and maintain that sense of superiority from the more civilized world.

But the longer she lived on this plane, the more she experienced the suffering of this world. Everything that happened around her was no longer irrelevant to her.

For example, this time, if it weren't for Peony's jealousy of her, Pothos would not have been involved and suffered the pain of these thirty rods.

She's just a twelve-year-old child, and she just wants to use her own method to honor the aunt who raised her gently, what's wrong with her?

But this longing was used as an excuse and almost killed her.

Of course, the person who framed them did not succeed in the end, but was eaten up by his own anger, suffered more cane punishments, and was driven out of the Forbidden City.

I heard that the rod is eighty, and it is almost the limit of people. If you don't recover from your injuries, you may die or be disabled.

Zhang Weizhao doesn't like Peony, a person who is gentle and generous on the surface but narrow-minded and ruthless on the inside. However, she still finds it difficult to let go of the thought that Peony may lose her health or life due to the loss of competition in the workplace.