The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 678: Many times, he is lonely

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"Oh," Chen Qingxuan turned over again, put one leg on the wall of the carriage, and reached out to stroke his messy hair. He was not usually a talkative person, but when he was drunk, he couldn't stop. He said, "I... I don't have any hobbies. I just like reading books. I have liked it since I was a child. Without a father or a mother... I just have a big cabinet of books. As soon as I put down the books, I just feel... I'm so lonely. Actually, I don't like reading very much. I just don't know what else I can do besides reading. I'm just a sour scholar. Kong, Kong Wenmin, you're right! I just have a shoulder problem. A sour scholar who can't lift anything! I...I can't even do the work in the fields, I can't beat grandma, I...I'm ashamed, and...I'm also afraid, afraid...I'm afraid of how I...should live without my grandma in the future. , I really, really want to meet someone who can, can accompany me, let me not be afraid, make me feel at ease..."

Kong Wenmin felt even more uncomfortable when he heard him talking intermittently. He felt that Chen Qingxuan was not talking about himself, but him.

Yes, I'm really talking about him.

Having lost his parents since childhood, isn’t he afraid and sad? But he can't, no matter how scared or sad he is, he can't show it. He still has a younger brother. Without his parents, he is the only support for his younger brother. He is his younger brother's parents. How many years, how many hardships, how many years, how many years, how many years have passed, and how many years have passed since he was penniless. He was a farmer's boy, but now he is a ruthless person who is respected and even feared. The hardships involved are countless and endless.

Many times, he is lonely. Facing his younger brother who is younger, clearer and more straightforward than him, he feels relieved but also particularly lonely. This is not a loneliness that Kong Wenjie can understand and can resolve for him. Moreover, he never wanted Kong Wenjie to know about his fatigue and vicissitudes of life, but didn't he ever feel weak? Isn’t there a time when you want to find someone to talk to or rely on?

Of course there is, but... I have never met that person.

……

"We're home." The carriage stopped steadily at the door of Chen Qingxuan's house. Kong Wenmin jumped out of the carriage and leaned inside the carriage to see Chen Qingxuan sleeping soundly. Maybe it was because of the heat. Sweat broke out all over his face, and the sweat steamed his face to an unusually white face. His slightly dry mouth was slightly open, and soft snores came from inside, and a line of crystal saliva flowed out. Kong Wenmin looked at it. With his appearance like this, I couldn't help but laugh, "I only thought that scholars were well-dressed, but I didn't expect that drinking too much would also lead to the same behavior."

Kong Wenmin took out a handkerchief and wiped Chen Qingxuan's face, then went to call the door, only to find that the door was locked. Kong Wenmin looked at the lock on the door, then looked back at the sleeping person in the carriage, After a pause, he turned around and got on the carriage again, and then drove the carriage slowly away.

……

The tenth day of August in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng.

The capital.

Royal study room.

After the morning court, Zhong Zhiheng kept the left prime minister and the right prime minister together. The imperial dining room prepared breakfast and sent it to them. Zhong Zhiheng gave them two meals together.

"Long live my lord, this time King Pingxi returned to Beijing. Within a few days, big things happened in southern Xinjiang. Moreover, King Pingxi actually made preparations early and sent an army of 100,000 to wait in the south of Qinghai. Long live Master, is there something fishy here?" Right Minister Zhao Changrong took a small sip of the honey bean and lily porridge in the bowl and asked Zhong Zhiheng cautiously.

"What the right minister means is that King Pingxi's return to the capital this time is not for the Queen Mother's birthday, but specifically for Xu Chengjin?" Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Changrong, while eating **** fish fillets slowly, using his handkerchief Zi wiped his mouth.

"Yes, the minister does have this worry," Zhao Changrong looked in front of Zhong Zhiheng and said carefully, "After all, King Pingxi is not an ordinary minister. He has a northwest army of 300,000 people. If King Pingxi can be easily mobilized for his own selfish interests, An army of 100,000 or even hundreds of thousands, doesn’t it mean that the safety of the border is ignored? Please give me a warning.”

"What self-interest?" Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Changrong and said calmly, "Did Xu Chengjin be wronged? Or did King Pingxi force him to swallow eleven tribes?"

Zhao Changrong suddenly felt a thump in his heart. He stood up in a hurry, knelt on his knees and said, "Yes, what Long Live the Lord said is absolutely true. It's because the humble minister didn't think well."

"It's not entirely your fault. This time, King Pingxi is rarely so enthusiastic about southern Xinjiang," Zhong Zhiheng said slowly, while looking at the Prime Minister Zuo, "Prime Minister Zuo, what do you think of King Pingxi?" What about this time?"