"That's not necessarily the case, I'm afraid that he is clever and will be misled by his cleverness, so let's keep an eye on him." Zhong Zhiheng said calmly, holding his tea while raising his head and said slowly, "Where is Prince Hui now? "
"Report to Lord Long Live. Counting the days, it will only take a few days for King Hui to arrive in the fief." Jiang Boren said. While sizing up Zhong Zhiheng's expression, he said cautiously, "Long Live Lord. Should we still follow what you decided early in the morning?"
Zhong Zhiheng didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
"But Long Live, if..." Jiang Boren looked embarrassed. He bit his lip. In the end, he still opened his mouth, "If Prince Hui still regards Cui's family as his mother's family, then..."
"Just do as I ordered before. I have done my best to him." Zhong Zhiheng said slowly. Cut off Jiang Boren's words.
"Yes. This subordinate understands," Jiang Boren said with a bow. "If there is nothing else to do, then the subordinate will resign."
Zhong Zhiheng nodded. Jiang Boren bowed and retreated, and for a while, only Zhong Zhiheng was left in the bedroom. He put the teacup back on the small table, leaned against a soft pillow, and stared absently at the red and gold painted beams with his head up. For some reason, he suddenly remembered Huijun King kneeling in front of him with tears in his eyes. He looked at the red eyes and the child trembling because of shock and fear, he couldn't help clenching his fists, but the child in front of him was crying helplessly. Concubine Shu's face disappeared again, and it was replaced by Concubine Shu's weeping face, which was also full of tears, but this face made Zhong Zhiheng's face darken in an instant—
"Tell me, when the queen gave birth, what did you whisper in her ear?"
On the night of the first day of March, Zhong Zhiheng went to Zhongcui Palace. He asked this sentence to Concubine Shu Cui's face that had been peaceful and docile for decades. Just froze, a flash of fleeting fear flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to his usual gentleness and peace.
"Long live Lord, why did you ask such a sad thing in such a good manner?" As soon as Concubine Shu opened her mouth, her eyes fell into tears, and she choked up while wiping her tears. The suffering of the time, the concubine is sad and emotional, and dare not mention it in front of the Long Live God, for fear of making the Long Live God sad... "
"Tell me, what did you say in Siyao's ear that day?" Zhong Zhiheng suddenly grabbed Cui Shi's wrist, and he used such strength that Cui Shi was gasping for breath in pain. , but he didn't intend to let go at all, he squinted at Cui Shi, his cold eyes seemed like two ice holes.
Cui Shi was frightened, she has been Zhong Zhiheng's bedside person for more than 30 years, she always knew that Zhong Zhiheng was moody, and she always knew how to serve this capricious and suspicious emperor, but this was the first time Cui Shi saw Zhong Zhiheng She was so afraid of this face that the hairs all over her body stood on end, and she stopped crying. She just looked at Zhong Zhiheng tremblingly, and after a long while, she said timidly: "Long live, you ... Do you miss Empress Zhenxian? Would you like my concubine to accompany you to burn incense for Empress Zhenxian?"
"Snapped!"
A slap was slammed on Cui Shi's face, and with a cry of pain, Cui Shi lay on the ground, and all the pearls and emeralds fell down, and when Cui Shi finally got up from the ground, her long hair It was all unraveled, and dragged on the ground messily and embarrassingly, the jewels hanging on the ends of the hair made harsh sounds.