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

Chapter 81

The temperature in the hall seemed to be rising gradually, Sheng Baoling was almost out of breath, his fingers climbed onto Pei Ci's shoulders at some point, and he was so nervous that he unconsciously clutched the clothes on Pei Ci's shoulders with his fingertips.

Leaving a trace of wrinkles on the clean and tidy clothes.

The breath was flowing, and there was something different faintly, Sheng Baoling's heart kept beating "thumping", as if something was about to jump out of the body.

She suddenly became a little scared, and flinched slightly.

This reaction, although not very obvious, was still noticed by Pei Ci. His movements stopped immediately, and he raised his head a little further away. When he looked at Sheng Baoling with a pair of dark eyes, there was a little affection.

The voice was low and hoarse, "The empress dowager regretted it?"

Sheng Baoling panted slightly, and wanted to say no, but she was really scared just now and flinched a little.

But things have come to this point, even if she wants to back down, she can't, she pretends to be calm, and looks at Pei Ci calmly, "I have never regretted it."

Even though she pretended to be calm on the surface, as if she was not affected by Pei Ci at all, her red ears still revealed her true reaction and thoughts.

Pei Ci is not a saint, Rao was a saint for several years in the past, but now he doesn't even want to be a man.

The night was dark, and there was silence outside the hall, but there were a few strange noises in the hall from time to time...

Sheng Baoling blushed when he heard the strange noise, and when he woke up, he drank a few glasses of cold water before calming down.

The previous dream was already absurd even if it wasn't out of the ordinary, but now it's a real dream. Could it be that these things will happen in the future?
"Your Majesty?" Jian Jia entered the hall carrying the washing water, and seeing Sheng Baoling standing beside her, she was stunned for a moment, "My Majesty, what's the matter, are you dreaming?"

"Why is your face so red?" she muttered.

Every time the empress wakes up so early by herself, it must be a dream, and it's just a dream that makes her face so red.

Sheng Baoling, who is still a "big girl with yellow flowers", thought that she had already gotten used to the dreams she had before, and was even able to treat them calmly, but she didn't expect that there would be even more unexpected dreams, the sense of touch and feeling was so clear, At this moment, her heart is still beating wildly.

At court that day, the place where Pei Ci was originally standing was empty. Sheng Baoling frowned invisibly, and she didn't even notice it. For a moment, she wanted to see Pei Ci, so she couldn't see him, which was a bit disturbing.

The servant next to him said, Xiang Pei is ill and is recuperating at home.

sick?

Sheng Baoling frowned suddenly, why did he get sick.

At the court meeting, Sheng Baoling was obviously absent-minded. She didn't say anything about the things the ministers mentioned several times. The little emperor's attention was always on Sheng Baoling, and he was very satisfied with her refraining from commenting. God is very dissatisfied.

She was like this because Pei Ci was not around.

At the end of the court that day, the little emperor went to Liu Zhaorong's place with an extremely ugly expression on his face. Liu Zhaorong saw that he must have made trouble at Sheng Baoling's place.

It's all self-inflicted.

Liu Zhaorong took the sweet soup just delivered by the imperial dining room and walked towards the little emperor, but the moment she handed the sweet soup out, the little emperor waved it away.

With a "pop", a bowl of sweet soup fell to the ground, and the soup splashed everywhere, accompanied by broken porcelain pieces, all over the ground.

When the palace people inside and outside the palace heard this movement, they knelt down in panic, not daring to lift their heads, for fear of being implicated.

Liu Zhaorong also knelt down in panic, "Your Majesty..." Even the voice calling him trembled.

The little emperor, who vented his anger, squinted his eyes, bent slightly, pressed Liu Zhaorong's chin with his fingertips, lifted it up vigorously, and looked straight into those eyes, "Afraid of me?"

Liu Zhaorong gritted her teeth, knowing that if she really said this word, there would definitely be no good end. If it was Sheng Baoling, she would not be afraid. .”

The little emperor sneered, "If she were you, she would definitely not say a word."

Sheng Baoling wouldn't be afraid, but she wouldn't say it out either. She would only look at her with that cold gaze, and only twice.

At most it is two eyes.

But when she looked at Pei Ci, she always had more than two eyes.

Liu Zhaorong felt that the hand clamping her chin was getting harder and harder, the pain made her eyes red, and she was almost crying.

But just like that, the little emperor became inexplicably excited when he saw it. He curled his lips and his fingertips became stronger, almost wanting to remove Liu Zhaorong's chin.

Tears flowed down "patter" and hit the tiger's mouth of his hand.

The little emperor was fascinated by watching, his eyes were no longer as gloomy and frightening as before, but a little more tender, but this kind of warmth, instead of bringing peace of mind to Liu Zhaorong, increased a little fear.

"Look at you, you're crying like pear blossoms and rain, it really hurts me to see it." As he said, he slowly wiped away the tears on her face with the other hand, but the hand that was pinching her chin felt even tighter. use force.

Liu Zhaorong was in so much pain that tears fell straight down, no matter how much she wiped, she couldn't finish it.

Looking at her reaction, the little emperor thought of another person, and even thought how beautiful it would be if that person was like Liu Zhaorong, who was afraid of him, obedient, and shed tears.

Looking at it, the smile on his lips grew even wider.

Liu Zhaorong had never been so afraid like this moment, as if he was only one step away from death.

It wasn't until her jaw was almost unconscious that the little emperor let her go and sat aside, his calm eyes fell on the sweet soup that was spilled all over the ground, "Go and serve me another bowl."

Liu Zhaorong's chin was red and purple, enduring the pain, got up to give orders.

The palace servant glanced casually and saw the injury on Liu Zhaorong's chin, his pupils constricted suddenly, knowing that this was done by His Majesty...

But His Majesty is so gentle and kind, how could he do such a thing?
Liu Zhaorong frowned, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go quickly?"

The palace man quickly lowered his head, turned around and walked outside.

Only now did Liu Zhaorong return to the palace. At this time, the little emperor in the palace had a calm expression and gentle brows. That face resembled the god of the late emperor, making it impossible to think that the injury on Liu Zhaorong's chin was caused by him.

It is even more unexpected that under such a face, there is a cruel heart hidden.

His shady thoughts were quickly concealed by this skin.

Liu Zhaorong bit her lip and stood aside, not even daring to sit down.

But the little emperor raised his eyes and smiled, "What are you doing standing so far away? Come and sit beside me and talk to me."

Liu Zhaorong was completely unwilling, but still walked over obediently, sat down next to the little emperor, her body was tense, and she didn't even dare to look at him for fear of causing him displeasure again...

(End of this chapter)