Dong Gong Mei

"Meet Your Highness the Prince—"

Thousands of people kowtowed, and the echo echoed through the palace.

The ceremonial officer rang the bell, the actors played the music, the shengxiao sang, and the neon clothes danced.

All the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty bowed their heads and greeted His Highness the Crown Prince who had returned from the great victory with the most respectful gesture.

Zhao Xiwei stood still.

I don't know if it was because the bell was too clear or the music was too long, Zhao Xiwei only felt his ears "buzzing", and everything in front of him gradually became blurred.

No.

Not all blurry either.

Just like that person.

His outline, his figure, in this brief dizziness, came to her mind with lightning speed.

Even with her eyes closed, she could still see his face.

His eyebrows, his eyes, his half-smile, his carelessness...

"Miss Wei!" came a low reprimand from the side, "Quickly kneel down!"

Zhao Xiwei didn't respond, just opened his eyes and looked at the person who was close at hand.

The palace lanterns are as continuous as snow waves, and the crowns are as elegant as streamers.

Holding on to the wine cup, he stood among tens of thousands of people, although he was silent, he showed his calmness.

Thousands of people looked at him, and he was looking at her.

Reunited after a long absence, he didn't say anything, he just raised his arm and motioned to her slightly.

Zhao Xiwei's heart suffocated suddenly.

This look, this movement, no one understands the meaning better than her.

In the past, he often opened his arms like this, whispering with a smile: "Still coming?"

At that time, no matter what happened before, no matter how angry she was, she would let go of everything and couldn't wait to throw herself into his arms.

Now, among thousands of people, he made this gesture to her again.

But she would never let go of everything, never throw herself into his arms again.

If nothing happened later, there might be new possibilities between them.

She stood motionless in the middle of the hall, looking at him who was a few steps away, and smiled indifferently.

Between them are the interests of the court, the grievances of the previous generation, and her unborn child.

How can a broken mirror be reunited?
A burst of complicated emotions came to her heart, she couldn't tell whether it was sadness or bitterness, which made her unable to say a word for a long time.

Pei Cairen couldn't wait any longer, rolled his eyes and said, "Zhao Xiwei, what are you doing standing there?? Don't you think that the rescuers are coming, thinking..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Xuanye glanced at him lightly: "Before the emperor, don't speak nonsense."

"you……"

This look was extremely intimidating, and Pei Cairen rolled his eyes halfway, and snorted bitterly: "Who spoke in vain? Zhao Xiwei is so treacherous, shouldn't he be apologizing?"

"Apology?" Li Xuanye shook the wine cup, raised his eyebrows slightly: "What is the crime? To whom?"

Asking three questions in succession, how could Pei Cairen not understand what he meant to protect his shortcomings.

According to her temperament, even in front of the emperor, she would make trouble whenever she wanted, but she still didn't dare to be too presumptuous when facing the prince.

Pei Cairen hadn't figured out how to continue, but someone from his seat quickly turned out: "His Royal Highness!"

Dressed in purple and crowned with gold, her face is like jade.

It is the uncle of His Highness the Crown Prince, Gu Yong.

With a flick of his sleeves, he cupped his hands in worship: "Zhao Xiwei should really apologize to His Majesty."

"Apology to His Majesty?" Li Xuanye played with the wine cup, looked at Gu Yong casually, and suddenly laughed, "Then why is she guilty?"

As he spoke, his eyes turned to Zhao Xiwei vaguely.

Wearing a long ink-and-wash dress, with a waist that can't be grasped, her small face is bloodless, and her expression is cold and sleepy, like a icy flower on a cold winter morning, beautiful, cold, and fragile.

With such a glance of Li Xuanye's eyes, his face, which could not distinguish between joy and anger, suddenly became a little cold.

The prince suddenly changed his face, and the officials didn't know why, so they all lowered their heads and pretended to count the pastries on the table.

The ceremonial officer also stopped playing the music in his hands, and held his breath behind the curtain, for fear that the disaster would affect him.

And Gu Yong has long been used to such pressure.

It seems that he would rather bend than bend, but in fact he is strong when he meets the strong.

"Your Highness, Zhao's crimes are threefold, please allow me to report them one by one!"

He said without hesitation, "stabbing the prince and causing the king of Jin to be seriously injured and unconscious is a felony; making noise in the court and causing humiliation to the concubines is a two-felony; dishonesty in front of the emperor and not kneeling in front of the prince is a three-felony crime."

His tone paused, his voice was like a golden bell, and his words were sonorous: "Your Highness! The state owns the laws of the country, and the family has family rules. Zhao Xiwei has three crimes, and he is only punished with a glass of wine. This is a great mercy! Your Highness, please act impartially and don't worry about it." Affair!"

After finishing speaking, he returned to his original position expressionlessly, and did not forget to glance at Zhao Xi slightly.

If it was just to vent his anger on his daughter, he wouldn't be so pressing.

But he can't tolerate the prince being burdened by his children's affair, he wants to let the prince understand a truth - those who win the country get beauty, and those who lose the country lose everything.

As for Zhao Xiwei, isn't it just wronging her to drink a glass of wine and apologize?

Compared with what Ci'er suffered, she couldn't have suffered any more!

however……

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince obviously didn't want the beauty to suffer even the "lightest" grievance.

Holding the wine cup, he looked back and forth between Gu Yong and Zhao Xiwei, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Pei Cairen was in a hurry: "His Royal Highness! She almost killed King Jin! That's His Majesty's son, your brother!"

When she mentioned this, her chest ached, crackling like beans: "It's so rebellious, but she just made an apology, and she pushed back! Tell me, prince, how can I swallow this breath?"

A few old ministers stroked their gray beards, shook their heads and began to chime in.

"The emperor breaks the law, and he is also guilty of the same crime as the common people, let alone abolishing the crown prince?"

Seeing that the emperor had no intention of stopping, some wives also saw the wind and said, "It hurts my son's body, but my mother's heart hurts. Which mother doesn't love her son!"

"Yeah yeah!"

The quiet hall became lively, and everyone echoed one after another: "In ancient times, there was a plea for guilt, but now there is a glass of wine to clear up the suspicion, Mrs. Zhao should hurry up and apologize to the talent!"

There was a lot of noise here, but Zhao Xiwei never responded.

Everyone had a more awe-inspiring sense of justice, and they all bowed their hands and begged for orders: "I dare you, Your Highness, please act impartially! Don't care about personal interests!"

"Your Highness, please act impartially!"

The crowd shouted loudly.

Everyone is waiting for a verdict.

Zhao Xi lowered his eyelashes slightly, avoiding the eyes of the same enemy.

It's not panic, it's not shyness, it's just that I don't want to say anything more.

Along the way, she has done too much for the family, for her parents, for the prince...She doesn't owe anyone, and she doesn't feel sorry for anyone.

she is tired...

Closing his eyes tiredly, despite the roaring voices coming from all directions, his heart was hard and indifferent like never before.

She doesn't know how to drink alcohol.

Wrong, also won't admit it.

After going through so many things, she understood a truth: as a human being, as long as you are satisfied with yourself, why do you care about other people's floods?