After being a widow, the empress dowager was favored by the powerful ministers

Chapter 103 One hundred percent of Luoshen Fu

By Sheng Baoling's hand was Pei Ci's notebook, which he had just reviewed.

Pei Ci's excerpts have always been written clearly, and because of the beautiful handwriting, how can a good handwriting be able to speak clearly.

The little emperor looked at the copy, his eyes darkened for a moment, as if he wanted to tear up the obtrusive copy, so as not to appear in front of Sheng Baoling again.

Sheng Baoling just casually glanced at what the little emperor said, and raised his eyes to look at the little emperor, "It should be, what's wrong?"

There was no change in tone at all.

At this time, the little emperor was convinced that Sheng Baoling must not know why Liu Zhaorong came during the day.

If you know, Liu Zhaorong doesn't need to be in this palace anymore, then the underworld is a good place to go.

"Nothing, just asking."

The little emperor's expression looked no different from that of an ordinary son who respects his mother.

As a result, in the hall, none of the three masters and servants present at the moment noticed the little emperor's thoughts.

Leaving the Hall of Compassion and Ning, the little emperor turned away from the calm and kind face.

"From now on, there is no need to send Pei Ci's notes to the Queen Mother."

As he said that, his pace became much faster.

The servant next to him was obviously stunned for a moment, remembering the jokes that Ruo usually said.

It's just that this memorial, I heard that the Queen Mother's review of the memorials also has an order, and Pei Xiang's memorial comes first every time.

The empress dowager is afraid that she is used to it now, if she wants to correct it, it may be inappropriate and she will be noticed...

The servant lowered his face, not daring to look at the little emperor at all.

How can he do such a dilemma.

The little emperor obviously just dropped a few words, but he didn't care about how to do it, and there was an empress dowager on his head.

All these memorials had to be sent to Sheng Baoling.

...

It didn't take long for what happened in the palace. At this time in Pei's residence, Pei Ci, who was sitting at the table and copying Luoshen's Fu, already knew about it.

In front of him, the subordinate who was chatting about the affairs in the palace, was really puzzled to see that his lord was still copying the Luoshen Fu that he had copied so many times over the years.

Over the years, how many copies have adults copied?
How come but never see other copying.

Although I was very curious in my heart, I didn't dare to ask.

Knowing that the little emperor went to the Hall of Compassion and Ning after seeing Liu Zhaorong, the light in Pei Ci's eyes dimmed, and the strength of his hand holding the pen became deeper and deeper, so that the depth of the handwriting on the paper also changed slightly.

Only he knows that the deep love between mother and child in the eyes of others is a complete joke.

What the little emperor was thinking about was Sheng Baoling.

The right mother for him.

But what he wanted was not just Sheng Baoling, but Sheng Baoling's life.

Day by day, Sheng Baoling's mind was wasted, he was bullied and tortured by all means, until he died...

Pei Ci's heart suddenly ached.

These are all what he saw and heard in his previous life after his death.

He saw with his own eyes Sheng Baoling's black hair turned white, dying on the collapsed bed, dying with regret.

Even now, that scene is still in front of my eyes, and I can't get rid of it no matter what.

I also remind myself all the time that I can't make a mistake in every step, but if I take a careless step, I will repeat the same mistakes.

Pei Ci's fingertips stroked the dry handwriting on the paper, with an unclear expression on his face.

One hundred copies of Luoshen Fu... After copying, you will like it.

Those words kept echoing in his mind, Pei Ci, if this world doesn't turn out what you want in the end, will you turn against it?

Pei Ci, will you rebel?
Will it be reversed?
will not.

Pei Ci's eyes were gloomy. He picked up the pen again and copied on the paper repeatedly, but his eyes were sharper and firmer than ever.

He didn't do it before, but this time, he wanted to go against it.

He wants to fight for a life that is different from his previous life, where the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the one he loves dies.

...

"Pei Qing's handwriting is really excellent."

Sheng Baoling's fair fingertips landed on the scroll on the desk. On it were Pei Ci's handwriting, which was fine and meticulous.

In her eyes, there is surprise.

Originally, he wanted to make things difficult for Pei Ci, so he was ordered to copy one hundred copies of this Luoshen Fu, but unexpectedly, he only copied this one copy.

But such a share is enough to be worth a hundred.

No matter what Sheng Baoling said, Pei Ci always had that dull expression, without any emotional change.

Sheng Baoling coughed lightly, and ordered Jian Jia to put away the things.

How could those one hundred copies be so easy to transcribe? Not long after the words were spoken, she had already regretted it. She shouldn't have made things difficult for others, not to mention that Pei Ci was someone she would ask for in the future.

However, he had his own ideas, and he was not a loser. He said he copied a hundred copies, but in the end, he only copied one copy.

That's good, she doesn't have to feel guilty.

But different from what Sheng Baoling thought, the reason why Pei Ci didn't transcribe was because he copied the same copy repeatedly, which was just time-consuming for him.

He never does such time-consuming and meaningless things.

The palace people served refreshments one after another, Sheng Baoling's eyes slightly bent, "Pei Qing, don't be cautious, use some refreshments."

These teas, she ordered people to inquire carefully outside, and they are all what Pei Ci usually eats, and this tea is also what Pei Ci usually drinks.

Pei Ci's eyes flickered over those refreshments, and he didn't stop for too long. He just took a glance, but he also knew that the person in front of him had put a lot of effort in finding out what he liked.

But it was just to please himself, to help the new king, and to assist the little emperor.

Pei Ci's hand holding the teacup was slightly tight, and the bracelet of Buddhist beads hanging on the wrist bone shook slightly with his subtle movements, not too much.

Sheng Baoling saw it at a glance, but he didn't know that Pei Ci would wear these on weekdays, because he believed in Buddhism.

She stared at the bracelet for a long time, until her eyes were tired, she felt something strange in her body, her head was groggy, her eyes were sore, and when she opened her eyes again, there was a few "cracks", and the beads were scattered all over the floor.

Pei Ci's bloodshot eyes were obviously startled, looking at the scattered beads, leaving only a rope hanging down on the ground.

There was a strangle mark on his thin and pale wrist bone, with blood oozing faintly.

Sheng Baoling froze in place, apparently not understanding what was going on in front of her, but when she was about to approach, Pei Ci turned around and left, leaving only prayer beads all over the floor.

Her body was heavy and she fell to the ground, her eyelids were too heavy to open...

Sheng Baoling struggled to open his eyes, and exhausted all his strength to open them, but when he saw it, it was dark.

In a cold sweat.

She took a few breaths, sat up from the bed, her face was pale, thinking of the dream just now, her face was a little ugly.

Thinking of that piece of Luoshen Fu again, the light in his eyes changed, he got up quickly, took the candlestick, and went outside the hall, wanting to search for something.

(End of this chapter)