Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1986

It turns out that dreams really are the opposite. They are the opposite!

In his dreams, her features were as pretty as a painting, and she always had a faint smile on her face and a calm expression.

They either play chess or drink and chat.

Her fingertips holding the white piece made clear sounds on the chessboard, and his eyes always unconsciously followed the movement of her bare hands.

So he often went to her palace under the pretext of seeking advice.

Sometimes they would ask for advice on state governance, sometimes they would discuss border military affairs. More often, they would just look for an excuse to listen to her talk.

Shi Anxia always patiently analyzed the court situation for him and taught him step by step how to distinguish loyalty from treachery and how to control court officials.

The slender fingers ran across the names on the memorial, explaining them to him one by one, "This person is meticulous but too smooth", "That general is brave but lacks strategy".

Her voice was as clear as a spring, but she could always point out the crux of the problem that puzzled him.

Emperor Zhaowu vaguely recalled the scene in his dream. While playing chess, he asked her casually, "Do you know Changping Jun, the national player of Beiyi?"

Shi Anxia smiled and shook her head, "I've heard of your name, but I've never seen you."

He clearly saw a strange light flashing in her eyes, which was admiration and yearning for the peerless master.

This look made his heart warm, with a proud look, "It's far away in the sky, but it's right in front of you."

She was so surprised, with a light in her eyes, "Really? You are Lord Changping?"

He lowered his head and smiled, like a child who had been given a candy, feeling sweet and happy.

In those dream games, their moves were always subtle and circuitous.

She always left three points of room when making her move, and always lost by half a point.

Day by day, he gradually realized that she was deliberately giving in.

The strange thing was that after knowing the truth, he was not angry at all. Instead, he felt an indescribable throbbing in his heart, as if he had discovered a treasure that no one else could see.

Her modesty and restraint impressed him more than any victory.

He smiled gently, "You don't need to worry about Changping Jun's face."

She was as calm as a chrysanthemum. "I am concerned about the face of the Emperor of the Northern Wing."

They sat opposite each other, playing chess in a warm and peaceful manner. Regardless of winning or losing, she always looked at him with a smile, her eyes so gentle that they could melt the ice and snow in three winters.

But reality is exactly the opposite of dreams.

Dreams are the opposite. Dreams really are the opposite!

Emperor Zhaowu stared at the ceiling of the tent, his throat tightening. He knew clearly that he had an indescribable feeling for Shi Anxia in his dream. He wanted to hold her in his arms, but was afraid of offending the Empress Dowager Huizheng.

Wait...why did he remember so accurately that the woman in his dream was Queen Dowager Hyejeong?

With a loud "click", the white piece knocked down, deafening. Shi Anxia slowly raised her beautiful eyes, her eyes were cold, and she spoke word by word, "Give my mother back to me!"

"Ah!" Emperor Zhaowu suddenly jumped up from the dragon couch, cold sweat soaking his clothes.

He tightly grasped the sleeve of the envoy Shen Yuanshi, his fingertips were shaking, and he gasped for breath, "No, it's not like this, it shouldn't be like this!"

The woman in his memory always looked at him gently and never looked at him with such hatred.

Emperor Zhaowu shook his head vigorously, "It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this! I clearly have a relationship with her, with her... She is very good to me, she never scolds me! I..."

Shen Yuanshi was speechless as he watched the emperor suddenly burst into tears like a child, crying so hard that the dragon bed was shaking.

"Why are dreams reversed? I order you to turn it right!" The emperor's voice was hoarse, with a bit of madness and stubbornness, "I want it right! No! I won't allow it! I won't allow dreams to be reversed!"