Chapter 23 Chapter 23: The Love Story of Chenghua Years (23)

However, she didn't hate Wan Zhen'er, thinking of the first time she saw her, that woman stared at her silently, there was sadness in her dark eyes, the sadness was so heavy that even she couldn't help but feel sour when she saw her .But, why is this sad woman so vicious that she doesn't even spare an unborn baby? The child grew up slowly and was locked in the cold palace all the time, and the food was also secretly sent by Zhang Min. At that time, Empress Wu also lived in Lenggong. She hated Concubine Wan, so she took special care of Ji.The two women watched the child grow up together, and Mrs. Wu often gave the child her own food.

But no one dared to let him go out, fearing that he would be killed if he went out. Sometimes, he would stand by the window alone, staring out quietly, and he would ask her, "Mom, what's it like outside?" She couldn't help being sad, she held the child and wept silently, and the child never asked again, she was really a sensible child. She never expected that the emperor would rescue their mother and child, she only hoped that the child would grow up and enjoy the rest of his life. I don't know how much time has passed, but the child's hair has grown to the ground, and it has never been cut.She herself was the same, haggard and thin in the mirror.When will such days come to an end?

In the eleventh year of Chenghua, I am already twenty-eight years old. Maybe it's the reason why I ascended the throne at a young age, too much state affairs and internal affairs made me grow old quickly.I'm only twenty-eight, and I look like I'm forty. But Zhen'er is still young, her appearance has basically not changed in the past twenty years, I don't know what method she uses to maintain it, she still has snowy skin, cloudy temples, and looks like a twenty-eight beauty. Ever since the incident of mourning Prince Gong, I have never been close to women, and I stay in Ningzhen Palace every night. At night, I just look at Zhen'er quietly and I am satisfied, but at the same time I hold a grudge against her, I always want to Looking at the children who died at her hands, they were either not yet born, or died halfway.

This kind of love and hate are always intertwined, tormenting me every day, often making me miserable. Sometimes, in the dead of night, looking at her sleeping face, I would have the urge to kill her, so that I could free myself from her web.But whenever I see her peaceful face, I can't really act.I thought, if she died, I wouldn't live long either. Although my mother was very dissatisfied with this, there was nothing she could do.Zhen'er followed me all the time during the Jingtai period, and she never abandoned me at the most difficult time, so my mother could only let us go on like this.

On the last day of June, the eunuch Zhang Min combed my hair. It was in my bedroom, and Zhen'er was not around. I looked at the aging face in the mirror and the white hair that was growing day by day, and couldn't help sighing, "I'm old, but I don't have any heirs yet, and I don't know who will hand over the country after I die." Zhang Min stood behind me, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, then he suddenly knelt down in front of me and said, "Long live, the old slave is going to die, long live already has a son." Startled, I examined his face, "What did you say?"