Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 675

Xiao Luzi is a servant in Concubine Shu's palace.

"This child is from the same town as the old slave. He lost his parents since he was a child. He became a servant in the palace to make a living. The old slave saw him as smart and well-behaved, so he recognized him as his godson..." Zhang Fu explained with a smile on his face.

It is very strange that the big eunuch next to the Queen Mother recognized the young eunuch next to Concubine Shu as his son.

What's even more amazing is that no matter how much the Queen Mother disliked the Zhao family, she never touched Concubine Shu.

"Since you love him so much, why didn't you promote him to Changxin Palace?" Zhao Xiwei asked casually, looking up at the eaves not far away.

Twelve masters lurk in the dark.

The knife was out of the sheath, the arrow was on the string, quietly waiting for her instructions.

Zhang Fu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "Oh, don't make fun of this old slave, Concubine Shu is very lenient, and being able to work in the Pearl Mirror Hall is a blessing from Xiaoluzi's previous life."

"That's right..." Zhao Xi smiled faintly, and his eyes softened when he looked at the eaves: "Being able to work by Concubine Shu's side is indeed a blessing he cultivated in his previous life..."

The flower shadows swayed, the light smoke curled up, and the guards in ambush quietly retreated.

The murderous aura around him disappeared in an instant, Zhang Fu only felt his whole body lighten up, and he didn't dare to stay any longer, he just bowed his hands and said with a smile: "If you have no other orders, this old slave will leave now."

Zhao Xi smiled and nodded: "It's so early in the morning, it's hard for Eunuch Zhang to make such a trip. He wanted to keep you for breakfast, but he was worried about missing your errand." He said and looked at Jinxiu, "By the way, the kitchen The freshly made peach blossom rice cakes are good for me, take a box and wrap it up, and give it to Mr. Zhang to fill his stomach on the road."

Jinxiu understood, and immediately said: "Your maidservant is already ready." After saying that, she took Zhang Fu's arm personally, "My maidservant will send the father-in-law for a ride."

"Oh, this really breaks my old bones." Zhang Fu is a smart man, knowing that this is to find out his own details, so he can't resist it.

Zhao Xiwei stood where he was, looking at his retreating back, thinking deeply.

Yin Bao was a little proud: "This Eunuch Zhang seems to be looking at you, Miss..." Frowning, he suddenly asked, "Miss, why did you let him go back like this? Why didn't you question him carefully just now?" ?”

Zhao Xiwei shook his head, turned around and walked up the steps noncommittally: "You also said that it's just a look, how do you know what's going on?"

Yin Bao hurriedly picked up her skirt and chased after him: "But if you ask clearly, if the queen mother really wants to kill you, you should have a back trick anyway!"

Zhao Xiwei paused: "How do you know he won't be part of the Queen Mother's design?"

"Ah?" Yin Bao was completely confused, "Isn't he? Isn't he Ah Lu's godfather?"

"It's a godfather, not a real father." Zhao Xi paused slightly, and said in a calm tone, "There are many real fathers who betray their children in this world."

Even if this is the case with the biological ones, let alone people who have no blood relationship?
Until the last moment, no one knows who is real.

"This..." Yin Bao was tongue-tied and was about to say something when a low cough came from the corridor.

"Master Xiang!"

Zhao Xi raised his head slightly, suddenly feeling hot and humid in his eye sockets.

In the morning of early spring, the sun is as thin as gauze wings, lightly shining in front of the court.

Petals were flying, and he was dressed in white, as clear as snow.

It's Zhao Ziyi.

When he was young, he was flamboyant in white clothes, unparalleled in the world.

When Zhao Xiwei first entered and left Beijing, he had heard about his demeanor back then.

But that is always heard, not seen.

When she confessed her relatives and returned to the mansion, Zhao Ziyi was already the powerful prime minister, and every move affected the heart of the court.

When she saw him, he was dressed in purple and had a golden crown, restrained and calm.

Now that he was suddenly deprived of power, his legs were crippled, and he was in a wheelchair all day long. The emperor seemed to have no intention of calling him back to the court, so he simply put away his official uniform.

Just like a flower blooming and fading, he let go of all worldly distractions of chasing power.

Wearing old clothes again, the charm remains the same.

Zhao Xi looked at her slightly, and suddenly felt that his mother's vision was not too bad.

Without the fine clothes and power, what was hidden in his bones was revealed.

That is the demeanor of poetry and calligraphy.

No wonder Shen Yuqing can devote her whole life without complaint or regret...

Before Zhao Xiwei had time to be sentimental about the past, he noticed his face——

The sentence "sell your children" just now fell into his ears.

"Wei'er—" He called out these two words, glanced behind him, saw that the door was closed, and then said slowly: "You just said, betraying your children?"

His voice was inexplicably hoarse, and his tone was full of disbelief.

"Father, I..." Zhao Xiwei subconsciously wanted to deny it.

But when he opened his mouth, he suddenly fell silent again when he saw the emotion in his pupils.

There was anger, surprise, and doubt in his eyes.

But just no guilt.

Nothing more...

Zhao Xiwei sighed slightly in his heart.

Are all men the same, never knowing where they are wrong?
On second thought, now is not the time to worry about this.

The queen mother is still sharpening her knife, how can she have the time to break up the past with him?

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, Zhao Xi smiled lightly, and stretched out his hand to support his wheelchair: "It's windy outside, why don't daddy sit inside, my daughter will push you in."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was held down.

"Miss Wei." Zhao Ziyi frowned, "Father is asking you something."

"..."

Zhao Xiwei ignored his persistence, just pushed the wheelchair on his own, and said unhurriedly: "Daughter is just a casual remark, and she forgets about it casually, why should daddy take it to heart?"

"Ahem——" Seeing that she avoided talking about it, Zhao Ziyi suddenly coughed out of anger or something.

Zhao Xiwei supported the wheelchair with one hand, took out a handkerchief from the sleeve with the other hand, squatted down, and wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead. The whole process was slow and calm, just like an ordinary daughter taking care of her father. .

Zhao Ziyi put her hands on her knees, and asked blankly, "Miss Wei, are you... complaining about your father?"

Zhao Xiwei wiped off his cold sweat, straightened up, and pushed him through the corridor again: "What do you blame?"

Zhao Ziyi was suddenly at a loss for words.

The servants evaded, and there was no sound around, only the wheelchair rolled over the wooden floor, making a soft "squeak".

"Blame me..." Zhao Ziyi turned her head halfway, raised her chin slightly, and looked at Zhao Xiwei.

A 17-year-old girl, like a spring rose, is stubborn and bright.

Zhao Ziyi was suddenly annoyed.

All of a sudden I forgot what I wanted to say.

With a low sigh, his hand was raised in mid-air, and then gently lowered, resting on the armrest of the wheelchair.

He gently stroked the carved lines with his fingers, as if he was talking to himself: "You are blaming Dad for not protecting you..."

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The thousands of words written before have been deleted and rewritten, which made the family that is not rich _(:з」∠)_
It's more than three o'clock in the morning, I'm going to bed, wake up and update Chapter 2

I sent it out and found that the serial number of the title was wrong, but I don't have permission to modify it, so I cried to death

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