Wei Zhuang stared at the jade pendant in Zhou Ziqing's hand, and his memory extended to a long time ago.

Zhou Ziqing's figure slowly merged with the dirty little girl in Jing'an Mansion that winter.

No wonder when he came to Jing'an Mansion before, Wei Zhuang always had a very familiar feeling, it turned out that he had been here once when he was a child. However, at that time, he had not been reborn, and these sporadic memories were also left by the original owner.

At this moment, in the face of Zhou Ziqing's inquiry, Wei Zhuang didn't dare to look into her eyes, he was afraid of being overwhelmed by something in it.

As for the reason she asked...... Of course Wei Zhuang knew.

He also completely understood what the contradiction between the two was.

This contradiction is not between two people, but between two classes in this feudal era.

In this era, Wei Zhuang's level has the absolute right to speak, and their words can easily determine the life and death of a person or a place.

Zhou Ziqing's sorrow comes from the decay of Wei Zhuang's class.

Wei Zhuang thought that if he was not the emperor, then he and Zhou Ziqing must be very good friends.

Zhou Ziqing saw that Wei Zhuang was silent for a long time, and she was a little lost in her heart, and in a dull atmosphere, she suddenly said: "I heard that when you left Jing'an Mansion, the people were in the middle of the road to say goodbye?" ”

"Yes, everybody's excited."

"Well, at least in this matter, you're a good emperor."

"Uh...... Thanks for the compliment. ”

Zhou Ziqing stared at Wei Zhuang, her clear eyes were as clear as water with a little light, and she suddenly asked: "If you keep doing this, won't the people in the world starve to death?" ”

The words pierced Wei Zhuang's heart like a nail, making him feel a burst of sourness.

Suddenly, Wei Zhuang thought of something, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Ninety-nine times he was reborn, fighting with the courtiers of the court, and with the two countries of Weiwu, and in the end, he won.

But the price of victory is - reckless militarism.

Victory in every war is based on the suffering of the people of Qianguo.

He spent dozens of lifetimes unifying the land, but not once did he unify the hearts of the people.

He couldn't imagine how tragic the murder of the Li family in Jing'an Mansion could be in those dark war periods, and how blatant the gang struggle in Tianzhou Mansion could be.

"Wei Zhuang, can you always be a good emperor?"

Zhou Ziqing asked again, pulling Wei Zhuang's thoughts back to reality.

Wei Zhuang's eyes were hesitant, his mouth opened and closed, and he didn't spit out a word in the end.

He still remembers the beginning of this life, and he is determined to be a free emperor and enjoy life.

Therefore, he recklessly killed Lin Jianghe and Wei Pengcheng in the court, and with a sense of resentment, he wiped out several important ministers of the military department overnight, and finally ignored Zhuge Mu's obstruction and concealed the ministers to go to the people to play.

After coming to Jing'an Mansion and Tianzhou Mansion, he did sympathize with the local people and took action to change.

But the source of these actions is whether he really loves the people like a son, or whether he is caught in this step in a hurry, he can't tell.

What's more, he doesn't know how long he can live, even if he really wants to make a difference, but will time wait for him?

Wei Zhuang never expected that he would fall into such heavy thoughts here.

Zhou Ziqing didn't wait for the answer he wanted, his heart was empty.

"Alright, you can rest." After Zhou Ziqing finished speaking, he leaned against the wall with his eyes closed.

Wei Zhuang looked at her indifferent appearance, stopped talking, and finally sighed softly and went out to the living room to clean up.

Time passed quickly, and the two of them were basically resting for an afternoon. In the evening, Pi Cheng personally set up a banquet to welcome Wei Zhuang and Zhou Ziqing to join, and the two of them had a good appetite for a table of dishes.

This is a good sign and means that both of them have recovered from their injuries. After the meal, Pi Cheng sent the most expensive medicine from the ground gang.

Wei Zhuang was used to giving medicine to Zhou Ziqing, but after the noon incident, the two of them were silent. I have to say that the medicine of the skin schedule does work, and after applying it twice, Zhou Ziqing's wound has recovered a lot.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and it was about nine o'clock in the evening, and Zhou Ziqing finally said the first sentence.

She asked the question: "How to sleep?" ”

Then Wei Zhuang was dumbfounded.

There was only one room, only one bed, and even ...... There was only one quilt.

Wei Zhuang swallowed his saliva, how to sleep?

Sleep together!

This was what he thought in his heart, but of course he couldn't say it, so he stood aside in a daze and looked at Zhou Ziqing.

This is a strategy, if Wei Zhuang proposes a solution first, he will completely lose the opportunity to bargain and will become passive. In this way, it is better to throw the problem to Zhou Ziqing and see how she decides.

Sure enough, Zhou Ziqing was also embarrassed, frowned and thought for a long time, and finally said, "Otherwise, ...... Do you go to the living room? ”

"Huh?" Wei Zhuang smiled bitterly: "The living room is just a small table and two chairs, how can I sleep, and I don't have a quilt cover, it's easy to get sick." ”

"Are you so fragile?"

"It's not fragile in the first place, but it's not a special situation today."

"Shall I go to the living room?"

"Not even more!" Wei Zhuang put on a serious expression, "Are you more seriously injured, how can you stand it when you go to the living room to sleep for one night!" ”

Zhou Ziqing listened to these words, became more and more irritable, and threw a sentence angrily: "Then what should I do, is it possible that we are sleeping in the same room!" ”

“……”

Wei Zhuang lowered his head, scratched his head a little wryly, and then smiled at Zhou Ziqing.

Zhou Ziqing looked at it in astonishment, with a black line on his face.

"Dusk King, Dengzi Disciple!"

"Hey, why are you swearing again." Wei Zhuang sat on the edge of the bed "aggrievedly", "I didn't say that I had to stay in the house, but in this situation, do you have any way, anyway, I am reluctant to let you go to the living room to sleep." ”

"You don't disgust me!"

"That's a bad word, I am sincere and care about you from the bottom of my heart." Wei Zhuang suddenly lowered his voice very low: "We are both like that in the well, why do you still care about this......"

"What did you say!" Zhou Ziqing was angry, "You tell me clearly, what are we going through?" ”

"All hugged ......"

"Enough!" Zhou Ziqing took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "You also sleep in bed, okay!" ”

"Oh, oh, I'm sleeping in a bed too." Wei Zhuang showed a very surprised and distressed look, and said in his mouth: "I'm sorry, but that's the only way." ”

Before Zhou Ziqing could say anything more, Wei Zhuang went directly to the bed, lay down on his side facing the bed, and then closed his eyes.

If you didn't look at the corners of his mouth that were slightly raised, you would probably really think that he was asleep.

Wei Zhuang's heart was beating wildly, and he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him, followed by a soft mattress and a burst of warmth approaching him.