She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

The group of Zhao Hou who broke into the palace came swiftly and left swiftly as well.

Under the horses' hooves, the ministers were frightened and panicked. They retreated hastily, and ended up stumbling one after another and falling down in large numbers.

Only Xiao Jin, who had already known about it, hid far away, holding her belly, and not even a speck of dust on her hair.

When everyone came to their senses, Zhao Hou had already left with the princess.

Jin Feng looked through the long and narrow palace passage and gate and saw a person lying unconscious on the ground in the midst of chaos.

Not only the emperor was fooled, Jin Feng suddenly realized that all of them were fooled.

All the princess's pretended cooperation and submissiveness were just a pretext for this day.

There is no way to explain to You Bei now. The worst outcome is war.

Jin Feng threw off his official hat, pulled his hair, and shouted angrily, "Someone, someone, come here! Go find the Jinwu Guards, find Gu Shouchun, and go to the camp outside the city to mobilize troops! Surround them! Go!"

At this time, A'ao was sitting behind the horse, hugging Hengzhi's waist tightly.

The horse galloped past, the golden crown fluttered in the wind, and Ah-yi's scalp hurt. She was forced to squint her eyes, which was painful.

Passersby all stopped and looked sideways.

Maybe it was because she had not touched anything since yesterday because of this wedding dress, or maybe it was because her previous illness had not yet fully healed, but after this sudden setback, the dizziness and nausea came back.

Ah'ao tugged at the clothes of the person in front of her, and he really understood and slowed down.

"If you had come a step later, I would have run away by myself." Ah'ao said in a hoarse voice close to Hengzhi's ear.

It was just a joke.

Hengzhi's sudden appearance interrupted all her subsequent plans.

When I finally confirmed that this was really happening and not just a daydream caused by my nervousness, I made this joke in relief.

Hengzhi raised the corner of his mouth when he heard this, but did not turn around.

He pulled the reins and said, "You dare." Hengzhi lost his balance on the horse and swayed it as if he was teasing her on purpose, making Ah'ao feel sick.

I was originally patient and wanted to divert my discomfort before talking to him, and now it's fine.

The horse didn't walk in a straight line, but moved back and forth randomly. It was not the worry-free treasure of Taoxing at all.

Ah's head was dizzy and she felt as if her stomach was churning. She quickly said, "Don't shake Hengzhi! I feel dizzy!"

But when they really passed by West Street, it was really crowded with vendors and the shouting of merchants was loud. Yun Cong led the way in front, which caused panic again, and the noise was so loud that it was impossible to hear clearly.

"what?"

Hengzhi finally turned around, only to see Ah's eyebrows tightly furrowed and her red lips bloodshot, which looked particularly frightening against her pale face.

Before he could ask her what was going on, Ah'ao gritted her teeth, fumbled for the reins, and pulled hard to stop the horse.

The handsome and graceful young marquis looked back at the princess in her beautiful wedding dress, at a loss. She had a small flower ornament on her plump forehead.

Just when they reached the entrance of the alley, Ah'ao didn't care about Hengzhi anymore. She jumped off the horse and lay down beside the tree pit and started vomiting.

The capital city and the imperial palace were really places that were incompatible with her destiny. In just half a year, the good physical foundation that she had specially trained with Qin Xi in the past was almost worn out.

Hengzhi raised his leg, immediately jumped off the horse, and ran over in a few steps.

"What's wrong..." The second half of the sentence, which had not yet been completed, froze when he held her face in his hands.

The stomach is empty to begin with, so naturally nothing can be vomited out.

But seeing that her eyes were red, the corners of her eyes were moist, and her head was half-drooped, Hengzhi pursed his lips slightly, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

Hengzhi knelt on the ground, not caring about the dust staining the corners of his clothes. He reached out and brought her closer to his arms, holding her arms, and his other hand slowly fell on Ah's back, slowly stroking.

Ah'ao felt dizzy and her stomach was rising uncontrollably, making her feel weak all over.

Not wanting to be too close to Hengzhi at this time, she endured the increasingly intense dull pain and pushed him out. However, her strength was probably not much stronger than that of a little civet cat.

Hengzhi stood in front of her, motionless like a stone statue, and held her weak arm firmly.

Yun Cong took off the water bag on his horse and ran over.

Hengzhi took it, opened the stopper, and handed it to A'an, raising his arm to block the sun from falling on her face.

Ah-yi hadn't recovered yet, so she washed her face, washing off the flowers and dimples. Her throat was burning with pain, so she tilted her head back and took a sip of water, then another sip.

"Are you feeling better?" Hengzhi frowned, still looking at her along her back.

After taking a look at Hengzhi and seeing his worry, Ah-yi wanted to say something. But as soon as she opened her mouth, the nausea came back to her. She couldn't refuse and vomited out the few sips of water she had drunk.

There was a flash of golden light before her eyes. The moment she fainted, Ah'an wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it to an unprecedented degree.

Not only did he faint, but he also vomited all over him in the street.

Her reputation for a lifetime.

Ruined.

In the bizarre dream, old friends came one after another.

In the ninth year of Linghui, A'ao went to the palace to pay respects to the late Emperor Shen Cong as usual. He was furious and A'ao was unlucky and was hit on the shoulder by a teacup thrown from him.

I knelt in front of the hall and listened to his indirect insults for a long time.

The Chong'an Palace is really like the West Street. Anyone, including cats and dogs, dares to enter without the emperor's order.

Ah'ao burst into tears out of grievance. She came to the palace because she was summoned from the palace. However, Shen Cong was in a mad attack and didn't remember what she said at all.

Shen Cong looked at her tearful eyes and sneered, "Look at how cowardly you are. How are you similar to me? Who would really like you? You'll be trouble wherever you go."

After leaving the palace, Ah-yi did not rush back to the Shangshu Mansion. Yanqinglou had a new style of cakes and dumplings, and she was scolded for nothing. Fortunately, she could have a meal before going back, which was better than Madam Cui questioning her swollen eyes.

She got drunk halfway through the drink and leaned against the second floor to enjoy the breeze. She dropped the fan in her hand without noticing it. Fortunately, a kind-hearted person passed by and picked it up and asked the waiter to return it to her.

A'ao felt surprised when a distant past event came to her mind again.

Now, she was no longer the young lady who was saddened by Shen Cong's sarcasm, and she had long forgotten what Shen Cong looked like or his voice. But the fact proved that the threats Shen Cong had given her were all false illusions.

Thinking of this, Ah'ao suddenly saw Shen Cong sitting alone on the high hall of Chong'an Palace, and returned to that day.

His dying appearance and the gloomy palace are just like Da Chong, who is about to die.

A'ao, still wearing her elaborate red wedding gown, stood before His Majesty and looked at him openly.

Her father, wearing the emperor's imperial robes and crowns that were buried with him when he died, looked pale. When he saw her, he pointed at her, could not utter a word for a long time, and coughed and gasped desperately.

What a pleasure, Ah'ao thought with a smile.

She felt herself taking off the jade belt that was restraining her waist, as well as the hairpins on her head. She sat down on the ground with her hair loose, looking relaxed.

"It's been a while since we last met. I hope you're not doing well." She combed her long hair and said so lightly, "You said here before that I'm trouble and no one really likes me."

An unprecedented sense of peace enveloped Ah'an.

She continued, "It's all nonsense. Even though you have no love as a father and are not even worthy of being a father, which made my youth less joyful and more lonely, I still want to tell you."

"There are many people in this world who love me. Even if I am not a good person, there are still people who love me for who I am. No one will despise me just because I am not a man." Ah's eyes were smiling, and she fought back all the storms that Shen Cong had brought to her. "There are also people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for me, and I dare not let them down. My mother also loves me, and she is even willing to watch you die for this."

"And the one no one loves is you. Shen Cong, ah Shen Cong, you have neither a son to inherit the throne nor a descendant with the surname Shen. You really deserve it."

Emperor Wu'an regarded him as a vessel for the throne, Shen Zhuo considered him an enemy, and Chen Zhaoying treated him as a stranger.

The distortion caused by losing his mother at a young age gave him a weird personality. He always struggled in his own contradictions and suffered, and eventually became a madman who could not save himself.

Being hanged with a piece of cloth is considered a good death.

His national mourning did not even follow the funeral rules. Shen Zhuo was eager to succeed to the throne and abolished all ceremonies.

The king is not a king, and the minister is not a minister.

No one in the court or the country shed a tear for this monarch who was so desperate for a prince.

He still has no son.

Today, A'ao finally feels that all the huge rocks pressing on her heart have collapsed.

Over the past decade or so, all the difficult knots that he had struggled with in his heart turned to ashes along with the hall and Shen Cong in front of him.

From this moment on, her real life began to shine brightly.

Looking up, at the end of the chaotic light source, Hengzhi was wearing a dark blue robe with dark patterns, looking the same as when he first saved her.

Keren no longer had that knife-like coldness in his expression, and looked at her with gentle brows.

She unconsciously grabbed something beside her, which hurt her palm and made her body shrink.

She woke up.

The vague halo was replaced by a familiar tent.

Ah'ao rubbed her eyes, and her vision became clear after a while.

A person was lying in front of the bed, already fast asleep, with dark blue eyes and a palm-leaf fan in his hand.

You too, long time no see, she thought to herself.

It was quiet outside and the sky was bright, with only the occasional chirping of a bird outside the window.

Ah-yi felt full of satisfaction, and placed her fingertips on his forehead. His eyebrows were as broad as the sea and he was peaceful and calm in his sleep. She wanted to touch him, but she held back.

Turning her head to look, Ah-yi realized that what she had unconsciously grabbed in her dream and woke her up in pain was a piece of jade hanging from Heng-chi's waist.

I was afraid that any movement would wake Hengzhi up.

Ah'ao stretched her neck to look at the jade and felt it was very familiar. It seemed like the piece she had worn before and placed in the dressing box in the main courtyard of Kezhou but had not taken away.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

Just this smile woke Hengzhi up.

He moved his body slightly, looked up and saw A's bright eyes, and jumped up without any sleepiness.

"you're awake."

Ah'ao gritted her teeth hard to prevent herself from laughing out loud.

Hengzhi was unaware of it and nervously moved closer to her, pressing his forehead against hers to feel her warmth.

This sudden skin contact made Ah's heart beat faster. When she felt Hengqi's body temperature on her forehead, she even shrank back uncontrollably.

We met again after such a long separation that I thought it would take a few days to thaw.

Who knew he was like this.

"It's okay. It's not hot anymore."

Ah-yi watched him stretch out his hand, tidy up his messy hair, and finally stop at his cheek, gently touching it. His calm eyes didn't even look directly at her, but just rested on his pointed chin, as if frozen for a long time without moving.

Maybe I was sick for a long time after this faint.

Ah-yi thought to herself that she had hardly any disease when she was in Kezhou. This time, her mood was so turbulent, and the disease that had not yet been cured was triggered. If it broke out, it would be quite scary.

She raised her hand and motioned Hengzhi to bend down.

Hengzhi moved closer and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Ah'ao opened her mouth and her throat felt as if it contained a rough stone.

But even if it hurts, there are some words that must be said at this moment.

Emotionally and movingly.

"I'm starving, Henglang."

(End of this chapter)