Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 137 The World’s Strange Poison (2)

Zhong Weiwei stared at Chonghua intently.

The direct disciples of a generation of great Confucianists are not vegetarians.

What's more, he has always been very serious and hardworking. Senior brother is more talented than him in reading, but he is several times assiduous than senior senior brother.

At that time, she couldn't understand why he worked so hard, thinking that he was unconvinced and couldn't wait to defeat the elder brother.

Now she understands that because of her different backgrounds, she bears different responsibilities.

She saw that he was calm and unhurried, citing scriptures and classics, and fighting with all scholars.

No bombast, no eloquence.

The words are concise and to the point, but each sentence falls on the ground, making it impossible to refute.

She looked at him, or she would sway a thousand catties in fours and twos, cleverly forcing back the aggressive old minister;

Or sharp words, sonorous and forceful to expose unruly power ministers;
Look at him generously forgiving those young civil servants who first looked down on him and then subdued him.

As long as he wants, he can have elegance or heroism at his fingertips.

Tough when it should be tough, soft when it should be soft, born to be an emperor.

No wonder the late emperor would single out him among all the princes, no wonder the adoptive father would devote himself to teaching him everything he had learned in his life.

Zhong Weiwei looked at Chonghua in the crowd and felt that he was so dazzling.

He felt that he didn't really need her help, and that he would be able to stabilize the situation by himself.

It's nothing more than a little harder and a little longer time.

She was a little sad, looking at her lovely and beautiful eyebrows, she couldn't help but think of that alluring woman again.

Xiaotang was already cast down: "Your Majesty is really too, too, too... wise and powerful, what should I do, I probably won't be able to get married."

She counted with her fingers: "Good-looking and capable, capable of writing and martial arts..."

Zhong Weiwei said coolly: "I remember you used to think that senior brother was more considerate and kind. Are you going to move on now?"

Xiaotang laughed and touched her with his shoulder: "Are you jealous?"

Zhong Weiwei sneered: "I think so."

In order not to let herself get stuck in the mud, she decided to sleep, out of sight and out of mind.

He kept observing her expression quietly again, seeing that she was getting impatient, he quickly yawned: "Auntie Wei took me over there to weave wreaths for fun."

Zhong Weiwei couldn't wish for it, and asked hypocritically: "Don't you want to hear your father fighting with them? This is a rare opportunity."

He said again: "I don't understand, I just need to remember Dad's demeanor and coping methods in my heart."

Zhong Weiwei thought sourly, that woman is really blessed.

Just giving birth to a son is so smart and knows how to focus.

The grass by the stream is full of all kinds of beautiful wild flowers, and He Mingyue is in charge of picking flowers, and Zhong Weiwei and Xiaotang are in charge of weaving wreaths.

Halfway through weaving, she ran over happily again, holding a beautiful moth in her hand: "Auntie Wei, Auntie Wei, Sister Mingyue found it and gave it to you."

A dead moth.

On the jade-white side of the sapphire blue wings, a pair of strange spots like magic eyes grew on the wings, dark blue and cold green, just staring at Zhong Weiwei in a daze.

Zhong Weiwei never liked moths, because they thought their stomachs were too fat and their bodies were covered with fine hairs.

Especially this weird moth, not only unsightly, but also exudes a strange smell.

It seemed to be a bit fragrant, but it also had a bit of fishy smell, which made her very uncomfortable.

She demanded and dropped it again: "Take it, take it!"

He laughed happily again: "It turns out that Aunt Wei also has something to be afraid of."

He mischievously held the moth, pretending to throw it at her.

Zhong Weiwei said with a straight face: "Throw it away immediately, otherwise I will get angry and the consequences will be very serious."

And also reluctant to throw it away: "I'm not naughty, can Aunt Wei let me stay?"

A tall woman in the womb came over with a smile, first saluted and then saluted Zhong Weiwei:
"Your Majesty asked the servant to come over and ask Tong Shi if he needs to take the eldest son back first."

Zhong Weiwei recognized her as Aunt Qian's female official, named Langya, and said, "I'm not leaving yet, I'll leave after weaving the wreath."

Langya bowed again, turned around and smiled kindly: "The moth in the hands of the eldest son of the emperor is so beautiful, can you show it to the servants?"

Another quiet and gentle boy, he immediately handed the moth to Langya generously.

Langya lowered his head and stared at the pair of eyes on the moth's wings, and said with a strange expression: "It's so beautiful, such things shouldn't exist in the world."

Zhong Weiwei said: "Is it beautiful? I don't think so. It still smells bad."

"It doesn't smell bad, it smells like evening primrose."

Langya smiled, and asked again: "Don't you like Zhong Tongshi, the eldest son of the emperor will be kept by a slave for you, okay?"

You nodded obediently: "Then you have to keep it safe."

Langya carefully put the moth into a small silver box, and put it in his sleeve carefully, with a very cherished look: "This way it won't break."

Zhong Weiwei has a bad feeling for the cold, there are people who like this kind of thing and put it next to him, it makes him uncomfortable to think about it.

But he likes it very much: "Aunt Langya is so courageous!"

Zhong Weiwei was seriously dissatisfied, so the little bastard said, is she timid?
Langya smiled and caressed You You's face: "The eldest son of the emperor is also very good."

Zhong Weiwei pursed her lips and lowered her head to continue weaving the wreath.

Suddenly seeing a white light flashing in front of his eyes, he raised his head suddenly, and saw Langya clutching the back of Youyou's slender neck frantically, holding a dagger with blue light in his hand, and swiftly and fiercely towards Youyou. To stab.

Zhong Weiwei didn't think about it in a hurry, picked up the wreath and slammed it fiercely at Langya's eyes.

At the same time, he flew forward, raised his fist and punched her temple fiercely, and then reached out to snatch the dagger.

However, she underestimated Langya's strength. Langya is not afraid of pain at all, and his strength is surprisingly great.

Langya, in turn, punched her hard in the eyes, then pushed her away forcefully, rushed over and stabbed at Xiaotang who was protecting Youyou.

Xiaotang screamed frantically, rushing left and right.

There were stars in Zhong Weiwei's eyes, and after getting up from the ground, he slammed headlong towards Langya with all his courage.

Langya staggered from being hit by her, turned around and swung the dagger fiercely.

Zhong Weiwei's shoulders felt cold, and he was relieved when he saw Mingyue jumping over from the corner of his eyes.

Mingyue has kung fu, and her skills are not bad, she just needs to support her a little longer and she can get out of danger.

However, Mingyue's eyes were abnormally bright, and there was a strange fanaticism inside.

She grabbed Zhong Weiwei's shoulder with one hand, seemingly to help Zhong Weiwei, but in fact, the dagger held in the other hand stabbed at Zhong Weiwei without stopping.

All in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Weiwei had no way to avoid it, and closed his eyes subconsciously.

Her life will be confessed here today!
There is Langya in the front and Mingyue in the back. They are usually very trustworthy people. No one would have thought that they would suddenly attack.

Even if Brother Liang and the others find something is wrong, they probably won't have time to respond effectively in such a short period of time, right?

(End of this chapter)