The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 78: The 32nd Memorial Day

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When he was a child, he particularly hated this day. He hated being sent to the temple on an empty stomach. He hated the monk who looked like a wooden pile and recited the "Rebirth Mantra" over and over again. He even hated the crying of the concubines, or the Hysterical, or pear blossoms with rain, or pitiful...

This is his birthday!

Why do you always have to spend your time this way? !

He knew that the tablet on the mourning platform was his mother's tablet, but so what? Why must he be reminded over and over again that it was his mother's death that brought him new life?

Is this what he wants? Is this a choice he can make?

Is it really his fault?

Or is he really that unforgivable? Do you deserve to spend a lifetime of joy being buried with your mother? !

……

He was angry, roared, and even went to the royal study room to have a big fight with Zhong Zhiheng. In exchange, he was ordered to be imprisoned in the clan's mansion for a whole month. When he came out of the clan's mansion, he was alive and well. I lost twenty pounds and lost a layer of skin.

What is the Zongren Mansion? That was a place established by the order of our ancestors to punish the royal family. No matter how powerful a royal family member you are, as long as the Long Live Lord gives the order, this place will be more terrifying than the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.

So, at the age of twelve, Zhong Mingwei became the first prince in the Zhou Dynasty to be punished in the imperial family.

After coming out of the Zongren Mansion, Zhong Mingwei became a changed person. The young man who used to be wild and free-spirited disappeared, and was replaced by the eldest prince who was deep-tempered and immovable.

From then on, every July 7th, he no longer had to be woken up by servants, because he would not fall asleep at all. He would be alone in the study, looking at the dark garden outside the window. He sat there all night, maybe the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, maybe there was mist and thick clouds, or maybe it was windy and cold rain, he just sat there alone, no one knew what he was thinking.

The sacrifice ceremony of Queen Zhenxian, year after year, he is getting older year after year. His body kneeling in front of the mourning platform will no longer be as awkward and aggrieved as when he was a child, but It was as straight as a pine tree, and the "Rebirth Mantra" and the woman's cry were still ringing in his ears as before, but he didn't feel so bored anymore.

Everything seems to be as it should be.

The Queen Mother patted him on the shoulder and praised him for being sensible. He smiled and said nothing.

……

Today is the thirty-second anniversary of his mother, the Zhenxian Queen Xu Siyao.

In previous years, he would have been kneeling on the cold floor tiles of Baohua Temple at this time, but at this moment, he was in the most desolate and depressed borderland of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although he was so paralyzed, even though he lived in In such a simple and crude house, he felt extremely relaxed, and his whole body felt relaxed and at ease from the inside out.

It was dawn, and he was a little thirsty. When he was pursing his lips, he heard the sound of footsteps. He listened to the brisk footsteps, and his lips curled up involuntarily.

"Are you thirsty?" A Chou came in with a tray. There were two soup bowls in the tray, and A Chou held them upside down with two bowls. I don't know what was inside, but it was really delicious. sharp.

Zhong Mingwei stared at the two soup bowls intently, and his stomach began to beat, but A Chou didn't understand the style at all. He first poured him a cup of tea and handed it over: "Drink the tea first, no Hot or not, just right."

Drink tea before meals. This is the rule A Chou has set for him. He has been lying down or lying on the bed all the time. His stomach digests slowly and it is easy for him to accumulate food. After A Chou kneaded him for several times in a row, After having a stomachache, he set such a rule for him.

Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he drank the tea in three sips. While sucking the water drops on his lips, he stared at the two soup bowls again. The previous elegance and nobility were gone.

A Chou knew he was hungry, so he opened the upside-down bowl with a smile, and then a bowl of hot noodle soup was placed in front of Zhong Mingwei. Zhong Mingwei stared at the white steamy noodles, Bai Jinjin's soup , with yellow and orange noodles on the plate, a spoonful of bright red spicy peppers on top of the noodles, and a handful of green vegetables floating softly on the side.