famous eldest daughter

Chapter 823
It's really hard to be reconciled if you don't ask what comes out.

Concubine Hui was surprised when she heard this and looked at the emperor with red and swollen eyes, "Didn't your majesty say that His Highness the Ninth Prince is Gu Zhen's son? Why do you still ask me what Yu'er said? Could it be that your majesty doubts that Yu'er Is he Gu Zhen’s son?”

As she said that, Concubine Hui's expression suddenly changed. She slapped her hands on the table, stood up suddenly and staggered, "Your Majesty, I am my concubine..."

Just as if she was swearing to the sky, Concubine Hui rolled her eyelids, she collapsed limply, and sat back on the chair behind her, there was no sound other than even panting.

The maid serving on one side turned pale and trembled all over. She knelt down and kowtowed, "Your Majesty, spare your life!"

The emperor sighed helplessly.

It seems that... even if Xiao Ke is Gu Zhen's son, Concubine Hui and Yu'er are unaware of it, but... is Xiao Ke actually Gu Zhen's son?

Even though Xiao Ke's blood was incompatible with Gu Yuqing's blood, the emperor did not 100% believe in this method.

What the emperor was struggling with and suffering at this moment was not how he would punish Gu Zhen if Xiao Ke was really Gu Zhen's son, but how he should deal with himself from now on.

Should he wait until Gu Zhen comes back and point it out directly to him, saying, "Well, take your son back. I've raised him for you for so many years, that's enough!" Or should he continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, pretending that he doesn't know.

This is annoying...

The grudge in his heart had already arisen. No matter how many kinds of iron-clad evidence were placed in front of the emperor, even if he could turn back time and witness the birth process of Little Master Tang, he could no longer trust Xiao Ke wholeheartedly.

Xiao Ke's identity has become a wound in the emperor's heart, even if it will heal, it will eventually form a scar.

With a sweep of his sleeves, the emperor let the palace maids disperse. He stood up and personally carried Concubine Hui into the bed in the back room. Even though he poured wine into her to trick her into telling the truth, he saw her drunkenly and uncomfortable, and watched her spend years together. His suppressed grief and anger came out. How could the emperor not feel sorry for the woman who had pampered him for so many years?

I personally fetched hot water, took off Concubine Hui's clothes, scrubbed her, changed into dry underwear, pulled off the quilt, and turned to blow out the lamp.

Listening to Concubine Hui's even breathing, the emperor slowly closed his eyes, but thoughts kept rolling in his mind, tossing and turning. He didn't know how long he had been insomnia for, but he finally felt sleepy. The emperor's eyelids were fighting, and the thoughts in his mind were When he was a little erratic, a shrill scream suddenly came from his ears.

The emperor was so frightened that his whole body suddenly trembled, and his eyes, which he had just closed, immediately opened wide.

Immediately afterwards, Concubine Hui, who was lying next to him, suddenly sat up straight, clutching the quilt with both hands, and whispered in horror and pain, "No!" Her voice was full of prayers, with strong choking.

The emperor was suddenly startled, turned over, and put his hands on Concubine Hui's shoulders, "What's the matter, are you having a nightmare?"

There was heavy snow outside, and not much light penetrated into the house. Through the dim light, the emperor saw that Concubine Hui's cheeks, which were originally red due to drunkenness, were all gray.

The shoulders held by him were trembling like chaff, and her hands that were holding on to the quilt were still cold, and she was dripping with cold sweat, soaking the broken hair on her forehead.

The warmth in the Emperor's palm did not soothe Concubine Hui's fear and restlessness at all. She was still trembling like a hunted bird in winter, crying softly in her throat, and her hands were no longer holding the brocade quilt. But he slightly closed his fingers and covered his cheeks.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here, don't be afraid!" The emperor hugged Concubine Hui to his chest and stroked her back, whispering softly and carefully soothing her.

After a long time, Concubine Hui's crying finally stopped, and she woke up from the panic and panic in her dream. She quickly wiped her tears with her sleeves, stood up and faced the emperor, with a look of uneasiness on her face, and whispered: "Concubine. I lost my temper."

After waking up, she was always gentle and considerate.

As the emperor watched, he missed her drunkenness...

A trance hit the apex of his heart, the emperor shook Concubine Hui's hand, "What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"

Concubine Hui nodded, even though she was awake, there was still a lingering fear on her face, which was so white that it was white.

The emperor pulled off the brocade quilt, draped it on Concubine Hui's back, and wrapped it around her, "Tell me, what kind of monsters, ghosts, ghosts, and snakes did you dream about that scared you like this?"

The corner of Concubine Hui's mouth trembled, and her clear eyes suddenly seemed to twinkle, with the hesitation of shrinking back and avoiding her, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare, don't take it seriously."

The emperor naturally took in Concubine Hui's expression and said, "It doesn't matter if you take it seriously or not. The key is that you say it and I will help you solve the problem. You will also avoid being frightened and restless. After drinking so much wine, you will not be able to sleep well and your body will be in trouble." How can I endure it?"

Her voice was low and hoarse, gentle and doting, with a touch of bewitchment, and her gaze was affectionate. No woman could resist the tenderness stemming from this ninety-five-year-old man.

Concubine Hui couldn't bear this bone-crushing favor, her eyes trembled, and she said: "I don't know if I received too much stimulation today or something, but I actually dreamed of Gu Yuqing's grandfather, the old general of Gusu in Qibei, but... But I have never seen him before!"

Speaking of her nightmare, Concubine Hui couldn't help but shudder, but her eyes were filled with uneasiness, confusion, and confusion.

When the emperor heard this, his heart suddenly shrank.

Old General Qi Bei Gusu... "Did you dream about him?"

Concubine Hui nodded, the hands tightly held by the emperor trembled, and she pursed her dry lips, "The concubine has never met him, let alone interacted with him. For some reason, his anger is directed at the minister Concubine vents her anger..."

As he spoke, his voice was choked again, filled with fear and uneasiness.

The more the emperor listened, the more frightened he became, "In your dream, the old general was venting his anger?"

Even though he doesn't believe in the nonsense of ghosts and gods, the old general of Gusu has contributed a lot to his dynasty, and more than a hundred people in his family died. In the end, he died at the hands of the royal family, and he ended up with such a miserable end... …

Hearing him venting his anger in his sleep, the emperor's heart couldn't help but throb.

Concubine Hui took a deep breath and tried her best to calm down her emotions. She only had tears in her eyes, gurgling continuously, and she no longer brushed them away. She just endured the sound of crying and said: "The old general pinched my neck and asked me, Your Majesty." Why did you wait for him to be so cold..."

Following the words, Concubine Hui saw that she was doing well, and seeing the emperor tremble, she shuddered, her complexion suddenly turned pale, she held her hand, and couldn't help but squeeze her fingers sorely.

Concubine Hui's eyes flashed with emotion, and she continued: "In the dream, his appearance was vague. I couldn't see clearly what he looked like, but his voice was really sad and scary."

(End of this chapter)