Chapter 20 She doesn’t remember him?
Can a person who only knows how to indulge in pleasure really suddenly become diligent and intelligent?
After looking through the Queen Mother's daily records, Ying Zheng's doubts were not resolved, but became even more confused.
He absolutely did not believe that the Queen Mother could change her bad habits, nor did he think that she could really have any great wisdom, unless she was not the Queen Mother.
If she was not the Queen Mother, who could have switched people without anyone noticing?
Ying Zheng thought of Lu Buwei, but Marquis Wenxin had already been expelled from Xianyang by him.
What's more, any intelligent person would know that the empress dowager is no longer of any use to her as she is under house arrest and is old and ugly.
Lu Buwei was a smart man and would not do such a loss-making business.
Since the problem does not lie with others, he can only find the answer from the Queen Mother.
"Prepare the carriage. I am going to Yongcheng."
He wanted to go and see who was living in Yongcheng!
When Zhao Yuanxi came back from the paper mill, it was almost time for dinner.
Ever since Ziying had eaten the food she cooked, he no longer liked meals cooked by other people. Zhao Yuanxi rolled up her sleeves and planned to make him a fresh bamboo shoot and pork ribs soup today, and a simple bowl of oil-splashed noodles as the staple food.
Compared with the freshness of spring bamboo shoots, June bamboo shoots taste sweeter, are more suitable for stewing soup, and also add a layer of texture to the soup base.
Zhao Yuanxi put the blanched pork ribs and chopped bamboo shoots into a casserole, poured in mountain spring water, and stewed with ginger slices and green onion segments.
When she was about to roll out the noodles, Ziying came out with a small stool brought from somewhere.
He stood beside Zhao Yuanxi, his face full of anticipation, "Grandmother, can I try?"
Zhao Yuanxi looked at Ziying, whose face was covered in flour, and was a little touched by his cuteness. "Have you washed your hands?"
Ziying showed his ten fingers and smiled innocently, "I've washed them!"
Zhao Yuanxi smiled indulgently and pinched a small piece of dough for him.
Ziying imitated Zhao Yuanxi's movements, holding a rolling pin thicker than his arm, and rolled out the dough bit by bit, then began to pull -
The noodles in Zhao Yuanxi's hand had already been put into the pot. Ziying looked at the dough he had torn into pieces and fell into deep confusion.
He could only ask Zhao Yuanxi for help, "Mother."
Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help laughing. He took the shapeless dough from Ziying's hand, kneaded it into a ball again, and rolled it into the shape of an ox tongue. He grabbed his hand and pulled the two ends of the dough, "Take your time, and be gentle with your hands."
As she moved her hands up and down, the dough became thinner and thinner until it was pulled into wide noodles.
"Okay! It's my turn now." Zhao Yuanxi threw the noodles into the boiling water, patted Ziying's butt, and signaled him to go down first.
Ziying obediently dragged his little stool to the door, held his chin with both hands, and watched Zhao Yuanxi continue to be busy.
Ying Zheng had imagined countless scenes of meeting her, but he never expected to see this one.
He stood under the tree, looking at the busy people inside. His childhood memories were intertwined with the current scene, and he just felt it was ridiculous.
The person inside was definitely not his mother. Ying Zheng clenched his fists, but that face, are there really two identical faces in the world?
There was anger in his eyes, and he wished he could peel off the woman's skin right now to see her true appearance.
"Are you here to see my grandmother?" Ziying lay on the doorstep, tilting his head curiously.
The tender voice of a child interrupted the thoughts growing in Ying Zheng's mind.
Ying Zheng said coldly, "You call her Mother?"
Ziying shrank his neck, a little scared. This man was so fierce, even fiercer than the big black-faced man before!
He didn't answer, but turned and ran towards Zhao Yuanxi, yelling as he ran, "Mother, mother, close the door quickly, the bad guys are coming!"
Ziying hugged Zhao Yuanxi's thighs, hid behind her, and stuck half of his head out to look outside.
Zhao Yuanxi was confused, so he looked in the direction he was looking and saw a young man in black clothes standing under the tree.
The man was about twenty years old, with a figure as tall and straight as a lone pine on a snowy mountain. His black hair was tied up high with a black jade crown. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples. The shadow cast by his brow bones made his phoenix eyes look a bit colder. The breeze lifted the corner of his clothes, and he seemed to isolate everyone from the outside.
When their eyes met, Zhao Yuanxi felt inexplicably guilty.
She gathered herself and stepped forward to ask, "You came to see me? What's the matter?"
This man was well-dressed and had exquisite accessories. The long sword he carried was not something an ordinary person could possess. It was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with.
Zhao Yuanxi was quite capable of judging the situation and had a very kind attitude. Ignoring her words that she was protecting Ziying firmly behind her, it was actually no different from chatting with others.
But in Ying Zheng's view, this was a complete provocation to him.
The Queen Mother still harbored resentment against him for ordering the murder of her two children, which was why she was so wary of him.
Ying Zheng took a few steps forward, his eyes fell on Ziying, his face cold, "I just wanted to come and see the Queen Mother. What are you worried about?"
Zhao Yuanxi's hair stood on end, and he was even more certain that the visitor had ill intentions.
This person not only knows herself, but also has a grudge against the Queen Mother. The look in his eyes, as if catching someone cheating - could it be that he is Zhao Ji's former male favorite?
There was no way. Zhao Yuanxi could find any memories about men from Zhao Ji's memory. Apart from her favorite male lover Lao Ai, there were only a few little male lover who used to play with her on a daily basis.
The eldest male favorite was beheaded by her adopted son, but she didn't care about the other younger male favorites at all. Zhao Ji didn't know whether they were alive or dead.
If they really had this kind of relationship, Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help feeling a little guilty. The man was almost killed by her adopted son for her sake, and she didn't even know his name.
Zhao Yuanxi coughed lightly, "Of course I'm happy that you're willing to come and see me, but I'm old and my memory is not good. I can't remember many things clearly. I guess you've forgotten everything in the past too!"
"Forgot?" Ying Zheng's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You said you forgot me?"
Zhao Yuanxi comforted him, "I know I've wronged you before. I'll have Gaosheng give you some money. You can find a place where no one knows you, buy some good farmland and a house, and then marry a wife and live a good life. It's better than staying with me."
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Ying Zheng frowned, his eyes became a little strange. Who did this woman think he was?
He was now certain that the woman in front of him was not his mother. It wasn't the difference in appearance, but the look in her eyes—
His mother looked at him with resentment, even though the incident had happened more than a month ago and the Queen Mother had forgotten about it. The way she looked at him should not have been indifferent, as if she was looking at a stranger.
No, to this person, I am indeed a stranger.
Ying Zheng re-examined the person in front of him. He was ordinary and had no aggression. He was like water, and one could see through him at a glance.
Does such a person really have the courage to replace the Queen Mother?
"Why don't you say anything? Are you dissatisfied?" Zhao Yuanxi felt a little panicked when he stared at her.
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