Soft and crispy waist

General Wei's expression darkened. He reached out and parted the curtains, looking towards the Imperial City. "Today's events are likely the work of His Majesty. Qing'er has caused such a scene, and he's really forcing us to be taken in as well."

"How could a little girl like her understand all this?" Madam Wei defended her daughter, but she knew deep down that the couple had fallen into this trap. "Forget it. Ever since Qing'er married Gu Yizi, we've been tied together. We can't be separated."

General Wei frowned even more.

Although he had said that Gu Yi had a bright future and even the potential to become the king, it was just a guess at the beginning. He hoped more that he would inherit the Duke's Mansion, make some achievements, and become an important official and a powerful minister.

But since the prince died, everything happened too quickly and too unexpectedly.

The Great Zhou of today is no longer the Great Zhou of the past. It may appear prosperous on the outside, but it is already riddled with holes on the inside. It is easy to sit on the seat on the tripod, but it is extremely difficult to keep it.

What's more, Gu Yizi is only the emperor's nephew, and his status is not legitimate. The obstacles can be imagined. Once he gives in, a storm will come in an instant. If he is not careful, he will be doomed and will be cursed for eternity in history books.

But he also understood the emperor's current predicament, and apart from Gu Yizi, he really had no other choice.

"Madam is right. Since we can't separate them, let's just take a gamble." He dropped the curtains like dropping a chess piece on which he had staked everything.

"It's right to fight for Xiao'er, but Qing'er, if Gu Yizi gives in and His Majesty makes it known, he won't be able to control the backyard anymore. Now, just a fire-cooking girl has caused such chaos. If some other seductress comes in the future, and her status is higher, how will Qing'er live?"

"This is the path she chose, so she should accept it." He said it heartlessly, but when he thought of the little girl who walked so unsteadily in his memory, General Wei finally added, "The prince has always been a noble person. He will remember everything my Wei family has done for him and will not let Qing'er suffer. Besides, the prince is not a man who cares about women and pleasures. Don't say such harsh words. After all, she is an innocent girl."

"Hey! You're still protecting her! No wonder you looked at her so closely earlier. What, you shameless old man, are you trying to snatch her from the prince?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" General Wei was embarrassed and angry by what she said, and hurriedly explained: "I just think she looks familiar."

"Bullshit!" Mrs. Wei rolled her eyes in disbelief, just like Wei Qingqing did, and asked while twisting her ears: "Then tell me, why does it look familiar? Where have you seen it before? When have you seen it before? Tell me clearly!"

General Wei opened his mouth and closed it again. How could he say that he thought Xia Zheng looked like that person?

When he first saw Xia Zheng, he was shocked in disbelief and even suspected that she was that man's daughter.

But on second thought, that was absolutely impossible. How could that person have any offspring? And how could he come to Kyoto and become a fire-burning maid?

I think it's just that the world is so big that it gave birth to two people who look alike.

Otherwise...Gu Yizi will be in big trouble.

……

The tenth day of August.

The leaves on the banyan tree have turned yellow and fall to the ground when the wind blows.

Xia Zheng felt that sweeping and sweeping all the time was too tiring, so she only asked people to clean once in the morning and evening.

Moreover, the autumn leaves covering the ground have a unique charm. In the past two days, she especially likes to sit in the rocking chair under the banyan tree, warming a pot of fruit tea, putting a plate of cakes on it, reading a book while eating and drinking.

"Lun what Wu, Xia Zheng, can you understand these books? I can't even read the titles of these books, you are really amazing." Looking at the books on the bamboo table, Chunzhi felt dizzy just by looking at the words on the book covers.

"Some of it you can understand, some you can't. Read more and you will understand it one day." Xia Zheng said calmly as she turned to the next page.

She has to read it no matter whether she can understand it now or not.

Books are the only way for her to acquire knowledge the fastest now.

She was not born into a good family, had no broad choices, and no opportunities to interact with others. It was far from enough to rely on this appearance to change her fate. She needed to learn more, the sooner the better.

Therefore, even though it was difficult for her to recognize all the words in many of the books on the antique shelf, let alone understand them, she would start by reading the ones she could understand. If one time was not enough, she would read it ten times. If ten times were not enough, she would read it a hundred times. Eventually, she would understand it thoroughly.

She also tried other things, such as embroidery, painting, chess, and guqin. She also learned how to read account books from Nanny Liang. Except for sleeping at night, she was learning all the time.

Chunzhi finally caught her chance today.

"I feel like you are becoming more and more like the prince now." Chunzhi stuffed a small piece of walnut cake into her mouth and said to Xia Zheng with her chin in her hands.

"Then why aren't you afraid of me?" Xia Zheng raised her eyebrows and reached out to pull Chunzhi's clothes.

"You're not a man," Chunzhi said, tightening her collar. She turned to look outside the moon-shaped door and asked curiously, "You said the case has been closed for many days, why hasn't the prince returned home yet?"

Xia Zheng shook her head and did not answer.

But she knew that the matter was only settled on the surface.

The fact that Old Tutor Zheng banged his head against the pillar at the banquet had already made the matter clear. Although he did not die at that time, he explained everything after returning to the mansion. He felt that Gu Yizi had an eagle-eyed and wolf-like gaze, and that the emperor had been deceived. In order to prevent future troubles, he wanted to cut off Gu Yizi's offspring, and then he died.

Afterwards, the Dali Temple investigated very quickly and posted a notice the next day. All the criminals admitted that they were instructed by the old tutor. The old emperor was furious and sentenced those people to death that day. He said that the blood flowed like a small river. Even though he was not satisfied, he demoted and exiled many people who had the same ideas as the old tutor. The court underwent another purge.

It seemed that everything was in Gu Yizi's favor, but Xia Zheng always felt that something was wrong. However, with her limited knowledge, she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Auntie, it's time to rest."

Shuangjiang reminded her softly, Xia Zheng put down the book in her hand, and Chunzhi also took another bite of the pastry and stood up to say goodbye.

I've gotten used to Xia Zheng going to bed at night.

Since the day of the play, Xia Zheng had difficulty falling asleep at night. Even if she tried her best to restrain herself, she would still think of Zhao Ma's appearance before her death. Therefore, for the sake of her health, she could only choose to lie down at night. She could only sleep for an hour or two in a daze until midnight, barely enough to survive.

After drinking the sleeping tea prescribed by the court doctor, Xia Zheng glanced at the account book sent by the food store and quickly closed her eyes, but her brows soon furrowed.

Those dreams came again. Countless people, Qiu Ying, Nanny Zhao, Xia Gang, the old marquis, the marquis's wife Zhou... all kept entangled with her, as if they were determined to drag her into the abyss and return to the ending of her previous life.

Suddenly, everything was gone.

The mind was blank, and Xia Zheng felt a rare sense of peace and tranquility.

In a trance, a familiar fragrance wafted in.

She opened her eyes suddenly and felt a large hand around her waist. Just as she was about to turn around, she heard a buzzing voice from behind: "Don't move, let me hold you like this for a while."