Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 395
There is such a place in the palace.

The stone steps in front of the court were covered with moss, the low eaves were covered with cobwebs, half of the crossbar was broken by the dilapidated fan, and the bare window lattices did not even have a decent screen. At that time, there was a whimpering sound, like a woman crying, which made people's hair stand on end.

This is the Yeting Palace.

The night fell, and the surroundings were dark. Those who lived here were not qualified to light lamps.

After a hasty dinner, the women hugged the wooden tubs and carried the washing sticks, and sat in the yard to wash their clothes under the faint sunlight.

In such a silence, suddenly there was a shrill cry, which made the woman in the yard tremble, and the wooden stick in her hand trembled and fell into the basin.

"It's Pei Cairen who fell ill again..." The women came back to their senses.

"I've come in here, aren't you reconciled?" The night was dim, and against the disheveled faces, he looked extraordinarily haggard and sickly.

"Who knows, maybe I can go out because of having a son!" Someone wrung out his clothes, wiped it on the front of his clothes casually, and regardless of the sticky acacia powder on his hands, he casually grabbed his hair and tied it. A bun.

"I heard that her son has been crowned king... Hey, it can't compare to those of us who have no children and no one to rely on..." Someone smiled disapprovingly, grabbed the clean clothes, threw them away, and hung them on the air. On the bamboo poles under the porch.

"Then your news is not accurate. I heard from the little eunuch who delivered the food that her son was sent to a fief when he was eight—"

"It's not that you can't protect yourself, how can you save her?"

Several women looked at each other and sneered: "Ha..."

The word "ha" stuck in his throat, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared blankly at the door.

"Presumptuous, when you see His Royal Highness King Jin, hurry up and kneel down!"

When the sound of reprimand came, everyone was awakened like a dream, and immediately knelt down on the cold stone slab with a few "plop, plop".

"His Royal Highness King Jin!?"

There was a "cha" sound in the small room, and suddenly there was a faint light on the window lattice.

There was another rustling sound of clothes, the little maid serving Pei Cairen, holding an oil lamp in one hand, carefully covering the wick with the other hand, came out hurriedly.

Standing in the room, Li Chengfeng clenched his fingers tightly.

The cold wind is blowing, and the tattered window paper is like a white flag, swaying slowly in the vast night.

He looked at the woman sitting paralyzed on the bed, her neck seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand in an instant, and something flew into his eye sockets, causing pain in both of his eyeballs.

The small room was dimly lit, and it took him a long time to slowly see the woman's face clearly.

During the parting ten years ago, he firmly engraved the appearance of his biological mother in his mind.

She wore a red begonia dress, embroidered with large golden silk flowers, she had a pair of gorgeous and affectionate eyes, and a bright and proud smile.

She also has jet-black satin-like hair, which she likes to wear in a high bun, and then wears a golden phoenix hairpin inlaid with jade, which is dazzling and full of vitality.

But now the person in front of him has sunken eye sockets, sallow cheeks, blisters of all sizes, and layers of dead skin sticking to the corners of his pale lips...

She hugged the quilt and sat on the head of the bed, muttering and repeating a sentence: "Your Majesty, you owe Arong..."

Rather than saying that this is a person, it would be more appropriate to say that it is a female ghost who just crawled out of the dead.

Li Chengfeng has always relied on unlimited romance and lived a carefree feudal life for many years. He thinks he has left everything in the palace beyond nine days.

Even just now in the Zichen Palace, when the emperor told him the reason why his biological mother was demoted, there was still that genuine yet false smile on his brow.

But at this moment, when he got close, he realized that it was all an illusion.

He stood in front of the bed, his feet seemed to weigh a thousand catties, his throat seemed to be filled with molten iron, he could neither approach nor speak.

After ten years of separation, he imagined many scenarios of meeting again.

But I never thought that meeting again would be like this.

Pei Cairen's eyes slowly focused and landed on the young man's face.

Li Chengfeng also stared at her.

Looking at each other, just when he was about to call "Mother", Pei Cairen suddenly jumped up and grabbed him with both hands.

"Your Highness, be careful—" the faces of the palace people on the left and right turned pale with fright, and hurriedly tried to block it.

With a flick of his sleeve, the two palace servants were thrown to the ground vigorously.

His whole body gradually gave birth to a trace of hostility, and his eyes were dyed a touch of blood red.

Angry and painful, he gritted his back teeth fiercely, thousands of words tumbling in his chest, and finally turned into one word: "Get lost!"

"Yes..." The maid got up from the ground and retreated in embarrassment.

The dozen or so servants who followed at the door all raised their heads, glanced at him, then looked at the bed with concern, and finally tiptoed down the corridor with their eyelids down.

There were only mother and son left in the room, and he finally let himself blur his eyes.

"Mother……"

He managed to make a sound, but it was covered by a sharp voice.

"Did His Majesty send you here? Hahahahaha! Your Majesty knows I was wronged, right? Hahahahaha——"

Pei Cairen laughed so hard that she leaned forward and backward. She supported the edge of the bed, she was out of breath, but the laughter became louder, and her entire upper body kept shaking.

"Hahahahahahahahaha..."

"He finally knew that he was cheated by that bitch?"

Xu was too emotional, her pale lips also turned dark purple, her eyeballs protruded strangely, flashing an unusually bright light.

She grabbed Li Chengfeng's arm with all her strength, pinched her nails into his muscles, but still felt uneasy, shook him a few times, and said happily: "He finally regretted it, didn't he? He didn't dare to personally Come to see me, so I sent you to pick me up? Hahahahahaha!"

She suddenly pushed him away, and patted the bed board with both hands, the dilapidated bed immediately flew up countless dust, choking her to cough again and again: "cough cough cough——"

"Mother!!"

Li Chengfeng couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed her shoulders and forced her to meet his eyes. His voice was almost growl, and he called out word by word: "Mother! It's me!"

"you?"

Pei Cairen raised his face in a daze, and there was no surprise in his eyes that were reddened by coughing, but only doubts, puzzles, and even defensiveness.

"Mother, you can see clearly that the son is back! The son is back to see you!" Li Chengfeng knelt down in front of the bed.

He grabbed Pei Cairen's palm and pressed it to his cheek. With tears shining in his eyes, he stared at the woman in front of him without blinking, and said in a choked voice, "Mother, it's me, Chengfeng."

"Chengfeng..." Pei Cairen read these two words in a daze.

"It's me." He squeezed out a smile, raised his hand to straighten her messy temple hair, and said softly, "I'm back, I'm back to see you..."

But there was no warm hug or joyful words waiting for him.

But...

"Snapped!"

A slap in the face.

(End of this chapter)