Chapter 77 Injury Test

"No, no! Caomin Zhou Zhichao knocked on my emperor, long live my emperor!" He tried his best to support himself and wanted to kneel on the ground, but he still couldn't get what he wanted.

"No, Mr. Zhou, you... your leg injury has not healed. Don't have to restrain such a false gift. I'm very happy that you can make an appointment with me today. I still remember the first time I came here... At that time, the beautiful scenery was the same as before. There were bamboo everywhere, and the bamboo tube was high leaves, which made people feel very comfortable to see. But today... it has become like this."

"The emperor, don't be sad. When the emperor is well, he will return to his previous appearance. If the leaves are destroyed, the emperor's internal injury is not healed. Don't worry too much!"

"Sad winter and sad autumn is not my character, but now I have become like this! The snow pressed the bamboo head down, and it was about to get wet with mud. A round of red day is still the same as the sky. In the end, I still couldn't be with the sky!"

"Your Majesty... this poem... Is this poem written by you?" Zhou Zhichao's eyes widened in shock, and it was rare for other emotions to appear in his calm eyes. Jing Li raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Yes, what's wrong? Mr. Zhou has also heard this poem?

"Please forgive the courage of the people. Where did the emperor write this poem?"

"It's right here!" Jing Li closed her eyes slightly like water. She squatted down, took a stone casually, and slowly wrote on the ground. She read it again while writing. As soon as she wrote a few words, Zhou Zhichao's face suddenly changed and she looked at Jing Li.

" Mr. Zhou, I have an appointment with you today. I have something to ask for. I have been weak since I was a child and can't stand this injury. I'm afraid I won't last for a long time, but I have a wish. I want to come to this world, except Mr. Zhou, no one can help me."

"The emperor's words are serious. As long as it is something that the people can do, it must be duty!" Covering the guilt in her heart, Jing Li looked at him with her beautiful eyes. Although Zhou Zhichao's voice was very small, she was sincere without a trace of reluctance. She smiled and showed two cute little tiger teeth. Her beautiful face was stained with blood rosy with a smile, which was extremely beautiful.

Such a high-ranking emperor has a humble and peaceful mentality. Why did the outside world spread her so unbearable? Zhou Zhichao couldn't help but cry for her in his heart. Jing Li seemed to see through his inner thoughts and whispered, "You can promise me. I'm really happy. Since I was a child, I have lived in a big dyeing jar, too Fu wants me to be like this, the prime minister wants me to be like that, and my mother wants me to be the same.

"Many times, I'm very scared. I want to be a good emperor, but I don't know what to do, especially... Especially no matter what I do, they will talk about me very badly. At first, I don't know why, but later... later I know."

The cool breeze rose slightly, with Jing Li's sad but strong voice. Zhou Zhichao's heart was distressed. It turned out that someone deliberately vilified the emperor. He self-respected to be different, but he could not escape from this secular vision.

"Later, the late emperor died, and everyone thought that the late emperor died of illness, but... only I know that he was poisoned. That's a chronic poison. It's long enough to be fatal. Now... I'm going too. It's not a pity for me to die, but I can't let go of the people of Dajing and my own people!" Jing Li suddenly raised his voice, and Zhou Zhichao was shocked.

He probably understood what Jing Li wanted to do. He turned his wheelchair and looked up at Jing Li and said, "Your Majesty, what do you want the grass people to do?"

Jing Li turned around and looked at Zhou Zhichao's determined eyes. She knew that she had succeeded and successfully captured the man's loyalty, but Jing Li was just happy too early. Zhou Zhichao continued, "No matter what the emperor asked the grass people to do, the grass people are willing, but the grass people have only one request."

"What is the requirement?" The grass-hearted people were just a normal heart. They once had the idea of defending the family and the country, but the result...

Zhou Zhichao's voice was full of unwillingness and pain. He took a deep breath and said, "This tragic lesson tells the Cao people that I am a man, a man who can only take care of the family for the country, so the people accepted their fate and just wanted to beg the emperor. After finishing all this, please let the grass people back to the mountain. Lin."

"What you mean... Is it that you don't participate in the government after my death?"

"Men participate in politics, which is not in line with the ancestral system. I'm just a man!" Zhou Zhichao lowered his head. No matter how arrogant he is, no matter how many ideals and negative he has, he is still a man. Jing Li came over, squatted down, reached out and held Zhou Zhichao's hand. She felt Zhou Zhichao's shrinkage, but Jing Li couldn't let go and held him tighter.

She looked at his sad face, and he was surrounded by grief. She knew that she could understand the pain of the whole family in a day. She could understand it, but she couldn't bear to watch him like this all the time. Seeing that he habitually didn't look at himself, Jing Li freed a hand and raised his chin. .

"Zhou, Mr. Mei Xuxun's snow is three points white, but the snow loses to Mei's fragrance! In my eyes, there is no difference between men and women, only useful people and useless people. Mr. Zhou is talented. What has he learned?

"Your Majesty..." It is rare to know in life, or a scholar dies for the first time. This moment made Zhou Zhichao realize the emotion of knowing and cherishing each other for the first time. He whispered and couldn't say a word.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Anyway, you are my best friend, and... Wanqing, she is a good girl and loyal to the Lord. You shouldn't let her go, Mr. Zhou, let her come back to you!"

"You...don't you blame her? It's her... It's her who hurt you, you..."

Jing Li smiled faintly and stood up slowly and said, "No, how can I blame her? People's life and death are fate. How happy are they born? Don't be afraid of death. All this is just the arrangement of fate. It has nothing to do with Miss Wanqing. I don't want you to be like this!"

"The emperor is generous and benevolent, which makes the grass people admire very much. Please rest assured, the grass people will let Wan Qing come back." Zhou Zhichao said, and his voice was choked. Jing Li looked at him and looked at his moved and sighing expression. She knew that her plan would succeed again.

It was dark, and Jing Li returned to the palace. As soon as he entered the Taihe Hall from the back door, he saw Xiaoman walking back and forth. As soon as he saw her coming, he hurriedly greeted and said, "Your Majesty, you are here. If you don't come, Xiaoman will be out of the head."

"What's wrong?" Jing Li asked, taking off his white clothes and spreading his hair down. He sat in the mirror to comb it. Xiaoman also hurriedly took off the imperial robe on his body. Jing Li looked at her and said, "Didn't I let you lie in ** and wait for me?"

"I'm in a hurry. I can't wait. The third prince has asked to see the emperor for the fifth time. I'm afraid that if I don't know it, the third prince will definitely break in." Xiaoman's face was pale, and it seemed that he was really scared. Jing Li put down the jade comb in his hand and said, "She also knows that I'm not feeling well. You don't have to panic."