Huafanchunzhengming

Chapter 943 Do you regret it?
Tears rushed out of the eyes suddenly and flowed all over the face.

He rubbed his eyes hard again, trying to stop the tears, but couldn't stop.

He didn't believe it, how could she die!
He hasn't called her mother yet. Although he called her countless times in dreams and nights, she never heard him.

Last time she asked someone to bring him the clothes and bow she made by herself, and he didn't thank her or tell her that he really liked it.

She gave birth to him, but she didn't raise him, she didn't hug him very seriously, and she didn't cook him food.

I didn't sleep with him, and I didn't call him "good baby" like Zhong Weiwei called Yuanzi.

How did she die!
Must be a lie, must be!
He choked up again and wanted to curse, but he couldn't help crying when he opened his mouth.

Zhong Weiwei hugged him tightly in her arms and hugged him tightly: "Cry when you are sad, you can cry as much as you want."

She said, and couldn't help crying.

It was like a wounded little beast, whimpering and beating her hard with its fists.

He is too young and has suffered too much hurt and wronged. He knew from a young age that he should consider others and not become a burden and be rejected.

I have been suppressed for too long, and at this moment, I finally can't help it, I just want to vent the anger and pain of losing my mother.

Aunt Qian was frightened, and she was busy going forward to pull it away, but Zhong Weiwei shook her head lightly, signaling Aunt Qian to go away and leave this matter alone.

If there is grief in the heart, it should be radiated, otherwise it will only bring more harm and hidden dangers if it is stagnated in the heart.

It has nothing to do with taking care of the orphan, she just loves this child purely, the child she raised with her own hands, she is reluctant to let him suffer a little bit of harm.

If possible, she is willing to take on all these things, but she can't grow up for you, and can't live this life for you.

After a long time, he was finally tired again, and he collapsed into her arms, weeping softly, his eyes swollen into a pair of red peaches.

Zhong Weiwei wanted to hug him up, but found that the weak and thin child in the past had grown too big for her to hold him, so she squatted down and wanted to carry him back.

Aunt Qing stepped forward: "Your Majesty, come here, servant girl."

Zhong Weiwei shook his head: "I'll do it."

He lay on her back again, hugged her neck tightly and did not let go, tears soon wet her shoulders again.

Zhong Weiwei's body is much healthier and stronger than before, but it is still a bit difficult to carry such a big child on her back. She gets tired after walking for a while, but she refuses to let go and relies on her wholeheartedly.

She gritted her teeth and kept walking with his back on her back, and she didn't let go until her husband came to pick him up.

After getting on the shoulders, he leaned against her arms and remained motionless, clutching her sleeves tightly and refusing to let go.

Zhong Weiyi stepped down and patted his back until he stopped crying, put his hands on his face, met his eyes, and said softly: "Remember what I told you before?"

Nodding with red eyes again: "We are a family."

Zhong Weiwei patted his head: "You must always remember this. In my heart, you and Yuanzi are the same."

Gradually quieted down again, and went back to the dormitory without eating and fell asleep.

Zhong Weiwei waited until he fell asleep, then got up and went to Yong'an Palace.

Empress Dowager Wei lay in a daze on the bed, and when she heard the voice she slowly returned to her senses, when she saw Zhong Weiwei, there was a hint of hatred in her eyes, and the loose flesh on her cheeks trembled uncontrollably a few times.

Zhong Weiwei knew that she hated herself, but she had no intention of getting into trouble with her. She looked into her eyes and said in a deep voice, "I came today to tell the queen mother that sister died for the country."

Empress Dowager Wei was stunned for a moment, her lips trembled slightly, and a "hohoho" sound came out of her throat, as if she wanted to struggle to jump up and grab her, but she suffered from weakness all over her body, and the hatred and madness in her eyes were completely missing.

Zhong Weiwei was unmoved, narrated the whole process, and asked: "Queen Mother, how do you feel about your own daughter's tragic death at the hands of someone you colluded with?"

The muscles on Empress Dowager Wei's face twitched violently, struggling to breathe like a dead fish.

"Li Shang has been killed by His Majesty to pay homage to Sister, King Wu will die soon, Dongling will be defeated sooner or later, and His Majesty's throne will be secure. I'm here to tell you about it."

Zhong Weiwei stopped talking to Queen Mother Wei, turned around and walked out.

She doesn't want her children anymore, and after going through the same thing as Duanren and Chonghua, parents can't give their children a prosperous life, but they can't break their hearts.

The door of the hall was closed heavily, and the guarding female officer came up to check gloomyly, and then retreated to the side.

Empress Dowager Wei stared at the ceiling for a long time, two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Of her three children, only one was left, and it was the one who hated her the most.

She couldn't tell how she felt at the moment, and she didn't know whether she regretted it, but she only knew that she was very uncomfortable.

Officer A saw it clearly, and sneered: "It's really rare. I knew this before, so why bother?"

Female officer B shook her head: "It's really a crime."

The mourning hall was erected the next day. Since it could not exceed the regulations of the Princess Protector, it was kept as simple as possible.

The Great Princess of the Protectorate had no children, and when the funeral was held, Zhong Weiwei picked a few people from the clan to be the children, holding the spirit card, throwing the basin, and keeping watch.

This time, she followed the example of the gourd, except for the other clan children, and deliberately singled out You to do this, which can be regarded as the end of the fate between the mother and son.

The funeral was being prepared, but the coffin was still on the way. Liu Cen was ordered to take people to meet him, but fell ill again.

The child pretended not to be troubled, he thought that he would grow up quickly, go to the battlefield, kill Dongling people to avenge Duanren, so he didn't listen to advice, he rode horse and shot arrows until late every day, and stopped reading.

The people below all came to ask Zhong Weiwei to stop him, but Zhong Weiwei didn't stop him, it was still the same sentence, he had to let him out.

After staying up for several days in a row, he finally fell ill. He had a high fever and his old problems recurred. At night, he had to hold Zhong Weiwei's hand to fall asleep.

Zhong Weiwei had to deal with government affairs during the day and guard him at night. After staying up for two nights, he couldn't hold on anymore.

That evening, while having dinner with the concubine, Hu Zizhi sent someone to ask for leave, saying that he had caught a cold at night and was ill.

Zhong Weiwei didn't have time to worry about her affairs, so he arranged for the imperial physician and asked Chen Qiyun and others to visit her.

Chen Qiyun came back soon, with a bad look on his face: "Very ill, vomiting and diarrhea, already a little unconscious."

Chonghua had already attacked Dongling again, Xu Han was seriously injured, and Chen Liuhou was highly valued. At this time, Hu Zizhi must not have any accidents.

Zhong Weiwei rubbed his forehead, so he had to go there personally, staring at the imperial physician for consultation and prescribing medicine, and then watching Hu Zizhi take the medicine.

Seeing her, Hu Zizhi just shed tears: "I beg your mother to allow my concubine's own mother to visit the palace."

The concubines have no favors, let alone children, and they are usually under strict control. It is normal to want to see relatives when they are sick, and Zhong Weiwei agreed without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)