When the Crazy Batch Queen took the HE script, she went crazy and killed her

Different, not the same at all.

The Emperor treats the Queen differently.

Liang Fei could tell almost at a glance. She had been studying with the princess since she was a child, and had spent time with Zhao Zongheng day and night. She was indeed very familiar with Zhao Zongheng.

It is precisely because of familiarity that it is so easy to see that Zhao Zongheng's attitude towards the queen is different, both in terms of actions and changes in expression.

In the past, the emperor had dined with other concubines, but his expression was always indifferent and he never paid attention to anyone.

But things are different now.

From the moment he appeared, his eyes only looked at the queen.

"Why are you in a daze?" Princess Chaoyang pulled Concubine Liang's sleeve and said, "Did you listen to what I said to you?"

"Send the scroll to the Emperor's brother tomorrow so that we can enhance our relationship with him." Princess Chaoyang looked helplessly at Concubine Liang and said, "Isn't the scroll you put so much effort into collecting just for the Emperor's brother?

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"Hmm..." Liang Fei agreed absentmindedly.

On the way to Yufu Palace, I was still a little worried. Is three years really a long time?

Why has the emperor changed after three years of not seeing each other...

Here, Princess Chaoyang was still making suggestions for the good concubine, and over at Fengwu Palace, Zhao Zongheng had already eaten the porridge with satisfaction. The wind blew outside, and soon he heard the sound of muffled thunder.

Zhao Zongheng looked at the lit candle, glanced at Si Ningchi who was sitting next to him, raised his hand and wiped his mouth and said: "The thunder was quite loud, I guess the thunderstorm will not be light tonight."

"Hmm." Si Ningchi flipped through the book in his hand and responded in a nonchalant manner: "It's so good, why does it sound like thunder..."

"Queen, don't be afraid, I will stay in Fengwu Palace tonight." Zhao Zongheng said manly.

"I am not afraid of thunderstorms. Your Majesty, please go back early." Si Ningchi glanced at him inexplicably.

"..." Zhao Zongheng opened his eyes wide: "No, you have to be afraid."

Otherwise, he would have no room to perform.

Si Ningchi: "...?"

Do you really have to rely on it?

The rain came as soon as it came, and the rumbling thunder was mixed with the crackling lightning. There was indeed something scary in the night.

Si Ningchi climbed onto the phoenix couch and saw Zhao Zongheng leaping over and quickly lying down on her bed.

There was no chance for Si Ningchi to stop and drive him away.

"Your Majesty?" Si Ningchi was speechless. He looked at Zhao Zongheng who was lying on his back and was puzzled. He was such a good emperor, but why was he such a bitch?

"I'm afraid of thunder, so don't sleep in the side hall." Zhao Zongheng stretched out his hand to hold Si Ningchi's hand, pulled her directly into his arms, and imprisoned her in his arms without any explanation.

In order to be able to sit on the phoenix bed, he really didn’t have any shame!

You can just say that you are afraid of thunder!

The rumbling thunder outside the window was mixed with the sound of rain, which seemed to be particularly noisy. Si Ningchi, who was held in his arms, struggled slightly. Seeing that he was like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water and would not let go, he simply stopped struggling.
After she calmed down, she was surprised to find that being held in his arms made her feel particularly peaceful. Feeling sleepy, she closed her eyes and adjusted her posture, finding a comfortable position and falling asleep peacefully.
And Zhao Zongheng: "..."

While I was still working on my words, I heard my heart beating like a drum in my chest, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

When he suppressed the restlessness in his heart and tried to talk to Si Ningchi, he found that the woman in his arms was already sleeping peacefully, sleeping in his arms defenselessly.

He couldn't describe what it felt like. He just lowered his eyes and looked at her sleeping face, his eyes lingering on her face over and over again. There had never been such a moment when he clearly engraved her appearance in his heart.

If it was said that the emotions were all ignorant and unclear before, then on this rainy night, at this moment, the layer of fog that covered them was also lifted bit by bit.

Si Ningchi, his queen.

It's his.

Unlike the last time they slept together drunkenly, this time he could clearly hear her gentle breathing, feel her arm resting on his, her back pressed against his chest, and her unique fragrance, which was a bit refreshing and sweet.

Fascinating.

The rain pattered outside the window, but he stayed up all night.

The palace seemed particularly bright after being washed away by the rain. Zhao Zongheng went to the Guanyun Pavilion after the morning session.

"I heard that the emperor fell asleep this morning?" In the Guanyun Pavilion, Zhao Yuanzhen raised his hand to pour tea for Zhao Zongheng, looked at him with a bit of a smile and said: "In so many years, it is rare to hear that the emperor deserts.<

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"..." Zhao Zongheng was a little distracted looking at the steam rising from the tea bowl on the table.

"Uncle, take off your shabby mask." Zhao Zongheng frowned, stared at Zhao Yuanzhen and said: "There is no need to cover your face in the future. You are my uncle, and there is no need to hide in my shadow."

"The emperor should know why I protect the emperor like this." Zhao Yuanzhen hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took off the mask on his face.

The man sitting against the light has a handsome face, and his three-dimensional facial features are somewhat similar to Zhao Zongheng's, but his eyes are much colder, with sharp eyebrows at the temples, a high nose and thin lips, showing an indifference that prevents strangers from entering.

Compared with Zhao Zongheng's meekness and indifference, Zhao Yuanzhen looks a bit sharper, like a blood-drinking knife, which is intimidating.

Zhao Zongheng looked at Zhao Yuanzhen and lowered his head slightly and said: "I have encountered some problems."

Zhao Yuanzhen sat up a little straighter, frowned slightly and whispered: "Is it because the family has been involved recently and the court is uneasy?"

"No." Zhao Zongheng slowly raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Yuanzhen and asked: "Uncle, I don't understand how to win the love of a woman.

Zhao Yuanzhen: "..."

This really bothered him.

He thought it was because the aristocratic family in the capital was gradually growing, and there was a vague image of the division of power among the nine kings in those days, and he was thinking deeply about it.

This sudden turn confused him.

"Chen..." Zhao Yuanzhen hesitated slightly, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "I have not yet married a wife, and I am not familiar with the affairs of men and women. Maybe the emperor can try to please her?"

"Your Majesty has this question..." Zhao Yuanzhen stared at Zhao Zongheng for a while, and almost the first thing he thought of was the Queen.

"Yes." Zhao Zongheng didn't hide anything. He clenched the cup in his hand, looked at the scenery outside Guanyun Pavilion, and said in a calm but firm voice: "I want to keep her by my side."

"You are the Son of Heaven, the Emperor. If you want to retain someone, why bother?" Zhao Yuanzhen smiled when he heard this.

"It's different." Zhao Zongheng pondered for a long time and whispered: "I want her to be willing."

Zhao Yuanxuan looked at Zhao Zongheng's expression, smiled, and shook his head gently as if he breathed a sigh of relief: "I am very happy that one day I will be able to meet the emperor and find my sweetheart."