So today, Peony and Wenzhu will be angry and dissatisfied with Zhang Weizhao's behavior. They may not know what the ultimate purpose of Zhang Weizhao's behavior is, but they already feel that Zhang Weizhao has transgressed the rules they have always followed.

We take it as a heavenly thing, why can't you do it? Minions are sometimes harsher on minions.

They may not be evildoers, but Zhang Weizhao doesn't want to be assimilated by them.

Zhang Weizhao still remembers the scene before he lost consciousness in his previous life. She was in a tent in a refugee camp surrounded by a group of girls and children who were listening to their journeys in unskilled English.

Suddenly, someone barged in with a gun and pointed it at them. For it is these foreign women who shake their women's faith in the One God, teaching them to write, to think, and to no longer be content with life under the veil.

Zhang Weizhao stood up, stretched out his arms, and protected the frightened girls behind him.

The men who pointed their guns at her had hatred in their eyes.

Her past life is frozen in this frame.

She was teaching the children not to be slaves, and she died.

In this life, she doesn't want to be a slave, otherwise the first thing she will be sorry for is herself.

She knew that it would be difficult to do this in an era where there was a constant emphasis on dignity and order. However, she is willing to do her best to achieve her goals.

When Chen Youcong came out of the main hall, he was still thinking about the Taoist doctor just now, and he thought that her behavior was very interesting. There is too little fresh ideas and actions in this palace, so it is good that the imperial grandmother has accepted such a doctor to be on call in the palace at any time.

But as he walked all the way to the east, the interest of seeing something new quickly dissipated.

It was as if he was stepping out of the light early summer breeze into a thick black and sticky water. He began to feel tightness in his chest again, unable to breathe, and his limbs were dragged by the water wrapped in his trousers, and he struggled to walk. But he couldn't stay, he couldn't call for help, because he knew that no one could drag him out. He only has himself.

Even his beloved imperial grandmother could not understand his suffering. In fact, it is not accurate to say that suffering, this pain is mixed with a strong hatred.

He is the respected crown prince of this empire, a filial child in the eyes of the emperor's grandmother and father, a model descendant in the mouth of Taifu and Hanlin, and an example of the world's youth.

And in private, he knew that under this skin, there lived a demon-like self, with a bloody mouth and sharp fangs, and wanted to choose people to eat.

What he wants to bite the most is the demon concubine who bewitched his father, Jin Ling'er.

Because it was she who killed her mother, Concubine Ji Shu. And the reason why she killed her mother was because her mother gave birth to herself, the first boy to survive in the Forbidden City.

His own mother died because of himself, and he lived for nearly fourteen years, and he never knew anything!

How many times, seeing those young siblings snuggling up to their mothers, he was so envious in his heart. He wondered more than once if there was also a pair of gentle hands that had touched his forehead; Are there those nights when he snuggles up in his mother's warm arms?

His mother died when he was six years old. They told him that his mother had died suddenly of a heart attack.

At the age of six, many children have a clear memory at this age. However, he didn't.

The years before the age of six were only a blur of light and shadow for him. No matter how much he fished, he couldn't put together a clear picture.

Sometimes, he hates his stupidity; Sometimes, he would complain to his mother about why he was so cruel to leave him behind.

However, he didn't know that it was not his mother who ruthlessly abandoned him, but someone hated her for giving birth to him, and he must kill her!

All this was told to him by the woman who lived in the nameless courtyard in Qianxi. That courtyard is the cold palace in folklore. He knew who the woman was, she was his father's first empress, Cui, but a month after marrying his father, she was deposed for misconduct, and later his father set up another empress, Yu.

Three months ago, when he returned to the palace from Xiyuan, he passed by the west side of the road, and suddenly heard a female voice singing a strange nursery rhyme on the next wall. The reason why he felt strange was that this nursery rhyme was not the voice of the Han land, but was sung in a tortuous and tactful dialect, which he did not understand, but, strangely, he could understand what this nursery rhyme meant!

Small fish swim in the sea,

Beans sit in the pods.

My darling,

It's in my mother's arms.

Raindrops wrapped in clouds,

The roots of the tree are rooted in the dirt,

My darling,

It's in my mother's heart.

That's what the nursery rhyme means.

This nursery rhyme is like a fishing rod, shattering the light and shadow of his childhood and fishing for many emotions. At that moment, he ignored the dissuasion of his attendants, followed the voice, and turned around at the end of the wall, and the courtyard without a plaque in Qianxi was in front of him.

He had also passed by this courtyard before, but when he saw it today, he felt very different. He felt that this courtyard seemed to be familiar to him, hiding a lot of past, waiting for him to discover.

Just when he was trying to remember when he had come to this courtyard, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and there was a middle-aged woman, revealing half of her face, not in a hurry, and said without any waves: "Since the prince has come, please come in and sit down." ”

When Chen Youcong stepped into that courtyard, it was like stepping through the door of life and death and coming to another world. Time seems to stand still in this courtyard, and even the daylight carries the coldness of the forest.

All the people in the courtyard, the woman, her palace maids, their movements were also cold and slow, like the puppets he saw in the puppet show.

The woman's voice was calm, but the words she said pierced people's hearts: "The ballad you just heard was often sung to you by your mother when she was playing in this courtyard with her arms. ”

When Chen Youcong heard this, his hair almost exploded. Before he could ask the woman questions, she said, "You were born in the inner peace hall near here, and you were raised in it until you were nearly six years old. On weekdays, you have nowhere to go, so you have to go to my courtyard to play. Over there, under the old locust tree, you dug through the ant nest. The stone steps below the corridor are where you like to sit and throw stones. ”

Chen Youcong's eyes widened, and countless flashes of time flashed in an instant, speeding through his pupils.

He seemed to see a lonely little boy sitting on the steps and throwing stones, waiting for his mother to come and take him home after her errand. Only, where is his home?

His face was confused.

"You've forgotten everything, haven't you?" The woman continued, "I guess you don't know how your mother died. Yes, those who know are almost dead. The rest of the people, even if they knew, would not tell you. That golden bell covered the sky with one hand, and the lives of the murder were unknown. Isn't she still being properly offered by the emperor in Anxi Palace? And who dares to say anything? ”

"You say, you say my mother," Chen Youcong opened his mouth, finding that his throat was hoarse and his voice trembled: "It was Jin Guifei who killed him?" ”

"Yes. A bowl of poisonous soup killed overnight. The woman's tone was affirmative.

"You talk nonsense! My mother obviously had a heart disease and died too much to be cured! ”

"Do you really think I'm making up stories? You just don't dare to admit that your good father was an accomplice to your mother's death. ”

"You, you," Chen Youcong felt his lips cold as he spoke, "Why are you telling me this?" What are your intentions? ”

"Yoro! Do you suspect that I will harm you? Don't you really remember? At that time, you were stolen and raised in the Inner Comfort Hall, lacking food and clothing, and I still saved the rations to feed you when you grew up, and your clothes were still made from my old clothes. Your mother was originally the daughter of the Tusi of the Tengtu Township in Guangxi, and she became the key in charge of the inner treasury because of the military accident, and she was secretly favored by your father by chance, and she didn't want to have you. Your mother didn't dare to speak out, because at that time, as long as someone in the palace was pregnant, she would be aborted by Jin Ling'er, and if she didn't want to have a miscarriage, she would only die. Your mother pretended to be sick and went to Anle Hall, where she gave birth to you. When you were six years old, the Emperor lamented that he had no heirs in middle age, and no one reported your affairs to the Emperor. I don't want you to be crowned prince when your mother dies! ”

Her tone was originally slow and waveless, but later it became faster and faster, and Chen Youcong's chest also rose and fell faster with her speed of speech, so fast that it almost exploded!

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

At this moment, there was a sudden but rapid knock on the door, and a voice shouted: "Prince! Prince! It's not early, and the Queen Mother is still waiting for you to return to the palace! ”

Chen Youcong seemed to be awakened from a dream, and suddenly didn't know where he was.

He slowly stepped back, trying to escape the vortex that was going to draw him in.

"Go ahead. What does it matter if you believe me or not? Although you are kind to your father and filial piety, you serve your mother's enemy as your own elder. I'm going to waste this time here! As he spoke, he turned and pushed open the mottled door and entered the main hall. The door closed silently.

Chen Youcong staggered out of the compound.

That night, Chen Youcong had a high fever and burned to the point of spasms. The Queen Mother panicked and hurriedly asked the imperial doctor to come to see her. It's just that the imperial doctor couldn't diagnose what disease Chen Youcong had, and only said in general terms that it was the evil wind that entered the body, and prescribed a decoction to reduce fever.

It's just that the disease is menacing, but it is slow to recede.

Chen Youcong was half-asleep and half-awake, only to feel that someone was calling him by a familiar and unfamiliar name: Jilang, Jilang......

Is this his childhood name? Why was no one ever told him?

At the same time, the nursery rhyme I heard during the day has been lingering in my ears. Chen Youcong tossed left and right in this song, looking for a warm embrace, constantly calling his mother in his mouth, and muttering a series of whispers that no one could understand.

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A modern version of the small theater:

There is a psychology club in H University, and when new members join the club, Zhang Weizhao, a student from the Department of Psychology, is invited to give group guidance. Freshman Chen Youcong was attracted by this senior sister with a strong aura for the first time, and mustered up the courage to come over to talk.

Zhang Weizhao: What is your major?

Chen Youcong: Political Economy.

Zhang Weizhao: What kind of work do you want to do after graduation?

Chen Youcong: Go home and inherit the throne.

Zhang Weizhao smiled: That's good. Go for it!

Chen Youcong: I'm so happy to be encouraged by my senior sister! Star Eyes ✨

Zhang Weizhao took out a small notebook and recorded: delusional personality disorder