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

Chapter 64 Predicting Dreams

The hand that landed on the side of Pei Ci's face did not stop, and Pei Ci did not even blink his eyes, but just quietly looked at Sheng Baoling, watching her finally put down her hand, with a stern face, her expression was not very good, it was worse than usual All must be serious.

Sheng Baoling was obviously very dissatisfied with Pei Ci's words and actions just now. He was angry in his heart, but he couldn't vent it.

At the moment, I just want to drive people away.

Pei Ci also knew in his heart that Sheng Baoling didn't want to see him right now, he should explain, but when the words of explanation came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

No matter what she said, it was wrong, and she could always shrink back and avoid it, or if she continued talking like this, she would follow her wish and completely cut off this thought.

Pei Ci's complexion was not very good, he was not as calm as before.

Sheng Baoling bit her lips, tasted the sweet smell, looked at Pei Ci in front of her, and was not prepared to give him any chance to continue talking or make any overstepping actions.

The two looked at each other, neither of them moved, just like this stalemate.

After a while, it was Pei Ci who took a step back. The wrist bones wearing the string of Buddhist beads trembled slightly. His tone between his lips and teeth was restrained and a little hoarse.

Pei Ci raised his steps and turned to leave without stopping for a moment. When he walked out of the hall, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

There was a bit of joy when they got close just now, but now, there is a bit of disappointment.

Sheng Baoling is so smart, he clearly saw his thoughts from a long time ago, but he never gave the opportunity to express his thoughts, even now, above the court, there are more officials in private, which is not good rumors.

The solution she seeks is to bestow a marriage for herself.

Pei Ci's thin lips curled into a self-deprecating and helpless wry smile, a faint smile that the people around him could never see through.

How cruel.

The moment Pei Ci walked out of the hall, Sheng Baoling seemed to have exhausted half of his strength, his legs were limp and powerless, and he fell to the ground, his palms pressed tightly against the ground, and the teeth that were biting his lips were never gone. Let go.

Almost, almost she failed to hold on.

The joy of youth, and now getting along day and night, it would be a lie to say that there is no half heart.

However, Pei Ci was the left minister of the current dynasty, a friend of the former emperor, and a minister who assisted the young emperor and had the responsibility of teaching.

And she is the empress dowager, from the moment she entered the palace many years ago, the ignorant affection in the heart of a young girl has no possibility of future.

It wasn't possible before, and it's even more impossible now.

Sheng Baoling's heart was heavy. Between the monarch and his ministers, one should abide by one's duties, and one should not have a half-hearted heart to exceed the rules, let alone the act of exceeding the rules today.

If Pei Ci hadn't been considered rational just now, and he was still awake, I'm afraid it would be out of control.

Sheng Baoling pressed the aching eyebrows, she shouldn't give Pei Ci any tacit response, today should be like today, she refused sharply and drew a line, so that it would be beneficial to both of them.

Just looking at Pei Ci's reaction today, it was obvious that he was driven into a hurry, and the matter of giving the marriage can't be mentioned for the time being.

It's better to let the Tang family girl enter the palace and become a female official to stay with her.

Sheng Baoling was thinking, and with the other hand, he grabbed the corner of the skirt that was scattered on the ground, hoping that after tonight, seeing his attitude, Pei Ci could restrain himself a little bit.

It is reckless to enter the palace for private matters like tonight, and it should not happen in the future. The little emperor is probably aware of it.

And just as Sheng Baoling guessed, the moment Pei Ci entered the palace, the little emperor got the news.

It was the teacups on the table, and two of them were smashed, and the palace people inside and outside knelt on the ground, in danger.

I don't know who should suffer today.

His majesty's temper became more and more weird, and the weather was uncertain. Even the palace servants who had served the late emperor were given the punishment of war responsibility a few days ago, and they were beaten to death alive. In the end, the empress dowager hurried away Come, it's a pity that he couldn't save the person, so he could only order the body to be taken away for a proper burial, so as to provide for his loved ones.

Don't say that compared with the late emperor, this majesty is really not a wise king. They selfishly feel that even His Royal Highness King Jing who was not favored by the late emperor and empress dowager in the past is more sympathetic to the officials and the world than this majesty. common people.

If the person who sat in that high position back then was His Royal Highness King Jing...

The palace man thought about it, and shuddered from the bottom of his heart, afraid that he would have such rebellious thoughts.

If His Majesty finds out, I'm afraid that today he will end up being quartered by five horses.

The little emperor's face was livid, and his eyes and eyebrows were very similar to those of the late emperor, but at this moment, his eyes were dark, revealing a bit of murderous intent.

The penholder he was holding was almost broken, and the servants beside him were panicked.

He gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to bite them off, and kept cursing in his heart.

Pei Ci!

Sooner or later, I will feed you to the wild dogs!
"Clap"!
The pen holder broke, and the sharp thorn at the end pierced into the flesh of the palm, and the bright blood splattered down the palm, falling drop by drop onto the portrait on the desk, soaking the eyebrows and eyes of the woman in the painting like blood and tears.

Seeing this scene, the little emperor suddenly smiled, with a creepy smile, and slowly rubbed the painting scroll with his blood-stained hand, using the blood to stain the clothes of the woman in the painting bit by bit...

The woman in the painting was already glamorous, but soaked in blood, she added a bit of indescribable beauty.

It's frightening.

The little emperor's expression was almost crazy, and he rubbed the woman's face repeatedly with his fingertips until it was so bloody and bloody that he couldn't see the facial features clearly, he smiled foolishly.

In an instant, that smile became cold again.

Empress, if you become like this, will Pei Ci still want you?

...

Waking up from the dream again, Sheng Baoling broke out in cold sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable, and went to take a bath in the soup pool.

Sitting in the soup pool, the water in the pool is warm, which has always been able to wash away the tiredness of people, and finally feel comfortable physically and mentally.

But at this moment, Sheng Baoling was full of preoccupations, and his mind was full of memories, all of which were frequent dreams these days since the late emperor left.

These dreams are about Pei Ci, about himself, about the little emperor, and more about the courtiers and common people.

Although it was intermittent and incomplete, she was able to roughly figure it out.

The self in the dream was entrusted by the late emperor to train the little emperor into a generation of wise emperors. After realizing Pei Ci's intentions, instead of staying away, he took the opportunity to get closer, taking advantage of Pei Ci's momentum to pave the way for the little emperor.

As time goes by, I have a bit of youthful affection, and I also have some thoughts that I shouldn't have.

And the little emperor, not only did not become a Mingjun, he was also a tyrannical tyrant who killed innocent people indiscriminately to vent his anger, an out-and-out fatuous tyrant!
(End of this chapter)