Chapter 813

According to the small talk routine said by the audience in the live broadcast room, it's time to kiss romantically and bloody.

Sure enough, she shouldn't believe those single dogs in the live studio. If a group of single dogs have provocative strategies, can they still be single dogs?

Jiang Pengji secretly make complaints about it, but she is not surprised.

First, there were nightmares. When I woke up, I was startled. After being frightened, I was badly hit, and my nose hit people's face.

It can't be more embarrassing.

Regardless of the pain, Wei CI hurriedly prepared to bend over to apologize. However, he kept kneeling all night and was used as a knee pillow by Jiang Pengji. Now his legs are numb to lose consciousness. He slumped on the ground in embarrassment, with tears of reason in his eyes, looking pitiful.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand and rubbed her cheek, but she didn't grasp this embarrassing incident to tease Wei Ci, so as not to really annoy people.

"Is that a nightmare?" Jiang Pengji returned to normal, as if the episode had not happened, "look, you're all sweating."

Because the nightmare lasted too long, Weici's reaction was slightly slow, and he didn't even have the energy to investigate what had just happened.

"I had a nightmare..." Wei CI said with lingering fear. "I dreamed of a lot of evil ghosts... I almost tore CI apart..."

He breathed and breathed, his dark jade like eyes flashed, and he was frightened repeatedly, as if the residual power of a nightmare had not dispersed.

Jiang Pengji tilted her head and looked curious. She said, "the evil ghost in the nightmare? I just heard you say 'Prince Zhang Zuo', 'villain', 'Your Highness Changsheng' and so on... What did you dream about and how did you scare you like this?"

If Wei Ci's original face was still a little popular, when Jiang Pengji asked this, her face was as white as paper.

Weici opened his mouth and something stuck in his throat, which made him unable to utter a word, and an impulse to escape surged into his heart.

"Zixiao?"

Jiang Pengji raised her hand and stuck it to his forehead. Her sweat stained forehead was cold and sticky, giving people an extremely uncomfortable touch.

What she met was ice, but it was hot for Weici, just like a cluster of flames, quietly emitting warmth to dispel the cold.

"Lord..." Wei CI hesitated. Under the attention of the other party's concern, he awkwardly staggered his sight. "Kindness is all right."

Jiang Pengji frowned slightly. Where did Wei CI behave like nothing?

Who was the "Prince Zhang Zuo" that Weici dreamed of when he dreamed?

"Your Highness Changsheng" must not be the little fat man sleeping soundly around him. That man has great significance to Wei CI.

As for the whispers such as "rebellious son", "Fu Shou kneeling down", "rebellious son pretending to be emperor's heir" and "when to kill", she felt that the amount of information was huge.

Jiang Pengji asked, "you haven't answered me yet. What did you dream about just now?"

Wei Ci's heart sank, and the warmth that he finally gathered dissipated in an instant. He shivered and said, "ci... I can't remember clearly... CI only remembers that the dream just now is very terrible... Thousands of fierce ghosts around are chasing after CI and asking for his life, and CI woke up after stepping on the air..."

Jiang Pengji thought of the audience's instructions and comforted, "dreams are the opposite of reality. Don't take it to heart. It's also dawn outside. I think you haven't slept well all night. It's better to take a nap. Things in the government office can be delayed for half a day."

Wei CI felt at ease and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Jiang Pengji comforted him so much, which means that the article just now can be lifted.

"Thank you for your understanding, Lord."

Jiang Pengji slipped out of the side door in her wide hood. With her skill, people will not find any trace.

Weici rubbed his dizzy brain and was ready to go back for another half day.

Five years have passed since he returned to his youth. He thought his past was gradually forgotten. He didn't know that he was caught by the Lord last night.

It really scared him away just now.

He knew that his Majesty was not a suspicious person, but it was more difficult to deal with than a suspicious person, because any trace could become a stepping stone for her to explore the truth, and ordinary people could not hide it from her eyes. Since the founding of the state of Jiang, the aristocratic family has formed an alliance, which seems powerful, but which time was not played by her as a monkey in the palm of her hand? Aristocratic families are prey on the spider web. The more they struggle, the more powerless they are.

In the face of such a majesty, we should tighten our nerves all the time to avoid being seen through the vest by the other party.

He has no reason not to counsel.

Even if your majesty has just turned 18, it's still hard to provoke.

From his Majesty's rise to the 18th year of Yongchen in the Jiang Dynasty, the aristocratic family forces were like a carrot, cutting each other's skin from time to time.

After 18 years of such cutting, the fatter carrots have become thinner carrots.

Every time the aristocratic family is confident that they want the salted fish to turn over, the reality can always fan their cheeks.

The king and minister in the court were very harmonious, and they fought to the death under the court.

To say dangerous, only three times are the most dangerous.

Thinking of the last one, Wei CI felt bursts of pain coming from his chest. The pain made him cover his chest and turn pale.

He painstakingly taught his own son for more than ten years, but he was so stupid that he was used by others. Instead, he turned against his biological father and mother.

Is the attraction of imperial power really so terrible?

Weici vaguely returned to his dream, and a familiar roar came from his ear.

[Guben was the supreme son of the ninth five year plan and the prince of justice, but now he was framed by a traitor and became a concubine of Teng. Is that really fair?]

He stood in the same place, his divine consciousness pulled away from his body and couldn't react.

That word, word by word, poked in my heart.

[who told you that you are a worthy prince? Prince Zhang Zuo is a posthumous crown prince. You are still alive, and this posthumous crown will naturally become invalid. Now you are still pressing the palace against the law with the intention of killing the king. The crime should be punished! I never intended you to be crown prince. Do you want to scold me for making you a concubine of Teng, damaging your honor and wealth, or do you think you are more capable than life, Can you govern the world and protect all the people? Zixiao should be an unparalleled national scholar. He teaches you everything. What have you learned from him? Stupid. Besides being used as a gun bearer and falling into the trap I laid, what skills do you have? What a fool!]

In addition to the crown prince's inheritance and the crown prince's identity, Wei CI never wronged the child, but finally got a "traitor" evaluation.

[OH - maybe Zixiao and I didn't give birth to a fetus, maybe it was a placenta.]