The Moon in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 308 Yunmeng Yunmeng
Ying Zheng took out a silk handkerchief and tried to wipe Mi Yun's tears, but he couldn't wipe them away.

A sentimental daughter is always made of water.

Tears can never stop flowing.

Although every time Mi Yun was feeling proud, he would receive a blow.

But Ying Zheng still had feelings for Mi Yun. Even though he had a heart as hard as steel, he couldn't help but feel soft when facing a woman who gave herself to him wholeheartedly.

Of course, the decision remains unchanged.

Ying Zheng smiled and asked, "My dear Yun'er, stop crying. Do you think the name I gave you is not good?"

Mi Yun shook her head repeatedly in Ying Zheng's arms and sobbed, "No, no, Your Majesty, I am very satisfied and I like the name you gave Fusu very much."

"I am just too happy, Your Majesty. I really love you so much."

Ying Zheng gently patted Mi Yun's jade back, with a smile on his lips and regret deep in his eyes.

After a long while, Mi Yun finally managed to calm down and said, "Your Majesty, I lost my composure. Please forgive me. I was just too happy."

Ying Zheng lowered his head and kissed Mi Yun several times on the corner of her mouth, then smiled gently: "I love Yun'er, too."

Mi Yun was stunned in Ying Zheng's arms for a moment. This was the first time she heard the word love from Ying Zheng's mouth.

At this moment, she would be willing to die immediately. At this moment, nothing else mattered.

Ying Zheng held Mi Yun in his arms, and Mi Yun held Fusu. Leaning in Ying Zheng's arms, Mi Yun only felt that it would be great if time could stay in this moment forever.

Mi Yun's tears, which she had finally stopped, began to flow again. She sobbed and begged weakly, "My King, can you hold me and stay with me for a while longer?"

Ying Zheng smiled slightly, personally helped Mi Yun to lie down, put Fusu on one side of Mi Yun, and went to the other side, lying on his side and hugging Mi Yun: "Yun'er, I'm here, take a rest."

In this embrace of incomparable happiness and peace, Mi Yun, who was mentally exhausted due to extreme emotions, quickly fell asleep. Ying Zheng gently stroked Mi Yun's cheeks and hair with the back of his fingers.

'Yun'er, oh Yun'er, you really shouldn't love me so deeply.'

Ying Zheng looked at Mi Yun. It couldn't be said that his eyes were completely cold, but they were certainly not very warm either.

After Mi Yun fell into a deep sleep, Ying Zheng quietly got up and left the hall silently.

He let out a long sigh with an expressionless face.

Walked slowly towards Ganquan Palace.

A group of people were far behind him, maintaining a steady distance. Everyone on the road, as soon as they saw a figure, knelt down no matter what they were doing.

Fusu, his eldest son.

Mi Yun, his first wife.

Yunmeng, Yunmeng, Yun is happy in the dream, but it is cruel to be punctured again and again.

Even if your heart is as strong as steel and indestructible, you still have feelings.

You will never make a wrong decision, but you will also feel sad about your decisions.

When Ying Zheng walked to Ganquan Palace on foot, his decision had not changed at all.

There were not many people in Ganquan Palace today, and those beauties did not come to Zhao Ji. The news that Mi Yun gave birth to the eldest prince immediately killed everyone's interest in going out.

Zhao Ji was also very happy that Ying Zheng had an eldest son. After so many granddaughters, she finally had a grandson.

Yesterday, I went to see it together with the other two Empress Dowagers, and they were all very impatient.

The treasures bestowed by the three Empress Dowagers were countless. Under the leadership of Lord Changping, the Chu clan searched for treasures to present to the eldest son at the Hundred Days Banquet.

Zhao Ji was planning to go and take a look today, and was quite surprised to see Ying Zheng coming.

Although Ying Zheng looked normal, how could Zhao Ji not understand him? She knew at a glance that Ying Zheng must be in a bad mood. Her smile faded and worry appeared in her eyes.

Ying Zheng entered the palace and waved his hand: "Everyone, please leave. No one is allowed to enter without being summoned."

For a moment, only Zhao Ji and Ying Zheng were left in the palace.

Zhao Ji took the initiative to step forward and hold Ying Zheng's hand, frowning slightly: "Zheng'er, what's wrong? This is a happy day, this..."

Ying Zheng took a breath and shook his head.

"Mother, I am a little tired. Please help me massage my head."

Zhao Ji nodded. She knew that Ying Zheng definitely didn't want to say anything now. She took Ying Zheng to the edge of the bed, took off his shoes, knelt down, and Ying Zheng lay on Zhao Ji's legs.

Zhao Ji gently took off the golden crown for Ying Zheng. Her long hair scattered on Zhao Ji's plump legs. Ying Zheng closed his eyes and pulled a piece of Zhao Ji's clothes to cover his entire face. Although Zhao Ji could not see whether it was covered or not, she could only see what was below the nose at most.

Zhao Ji gently opened it with a frown, and stroked Ying Zheng's tough and majestic face with her jade hand, saying gently: "It's in the way."

Ying Zheng didn't reply and just covered his face with it again.

Zhao Ji shook her head and had to let him do it. She put her jade hand under the gauze dress and could only go by feeling.

After a long while, Zhao Ji gently stroked Ying Zheng's cheek and occasionally stroked his chin. She knew that Ying Zheng must have encountered something that made him sad.

But Zhao Ji knew better that Ying Zheng would never show his vulnerability, even in front of her.

It doesn't matter, just stay with him.

After a long while, Ying Zheng lifted the veil from his face and adjusted his mood.

Zhao Ji could tell at a glance that Ying Zheng had returned to normal and adjusted his mood. She tugged at Ying Zheng's cheek with her jade hand and smiled sweetly, "How is it? Is mother's cooking getting better and better?"

Ying Zheng nodded seriously, and praised with a smile: "That's right, mother's cooking skills are naturally getting better and better."

"In my heart, my mother will always be number one in the world."

Zhao Ji's heart softened, she leaned over and hugged Ying Zheng's head, saying softly: "Come to mother when you are tired."

Ying Zheng was suddenly blinded by something indescribable. After a long while, seeing that Zhao Ji hadn't reacted yet, he turned his head to the side and finally spoke: "Are you trying to suffocate me to death, mother?"

Zhao Ji finally reacted, and felt that Ying Zheng's entire face was pressed against her arms. Her pretty face blushed slightly, and she straightened up hastily, pinching Ying Zheng's cheek unhappily: "Always talking nonsense, I never suffocated you when I was a child."

Ying Zheng rarely rolled his eyes and stopped worrying about it.

He stood up and sat beside the couch: "I still have government affairs to deal with, please tie the crown for me, mother."

Zhao Ji rolled her eyes at Ying Zheng, muttered softly, and prepared to get up, but she forgot that her legs were already numb and she fell directly on Ying Zheng's back. Ying Zheng hurriedly turned around to support Zhao Ji, secretly thinking that he was careless.

Seeing that Zhao Ji's brows were furrowed, he knew that she was feeling uncomfortable. He felt distressed and hurriedly helped Zhao Ji to change to a comfortable position. He put his palms on Zhao Ji's legs, and soon the blood circulation was unblocked.

Seeing that Zhao Ji no longer frowned, Ying Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She complained in a gentle voice: "Mother, please be careful. I almost fell."

Zhao Ji pouted and said, "It's all because of you, a rebellious son. How dare you blame your mother?"

(End of this chapter)