Chapter 96 Song Shiwei gave Xuan Jian a few instructions. When she entered again, Wu Qining had already changed into red clothes and was dressed...
Song Shiwei gave Xuan Jian a few instructions, and when she entered again, Wu Qining had changed into a red dress, dressed up as a lady from a wealthy family.
She lowered her eyes and looked at him carefully.
Wu Qining felt the hairs all over his body stand up, and every cell in his body was filled with alertness.
She was still upset about what happened on the street last time, and he was still testing her!
Her slightly raised almond-shaped eyes drooped weakly, and she timidly tucked her head into her chest like an ostrich, hunching her back and slightly hunching her body. This had ruined her original elegance for no reason. She didn't look like a lady from an aristocratic family, but more like a maid hiding beside Song Shiwei.
"Keep your head up and chest out. How can you say that?" Song Shiwei's stern voice came from beside her. She suspected that if there were no suitable weapons around, she would have hit her on the back with a stick.
Wu Qining adjusted his posture for a long time according to Song Shiwei's request. Only when she nodded with satisfaction did Wu Qining's tense body gradually relax.
She looked at him for a long time but didn't find anything unusual, so she probably didn't recognize him.
The young man in front of me was wearing a dazzling red robe. He looked like a burning flame or the sunset glow in the sky, flamboyant and elegant.
His black hair stood up high, tied with a scarlet hair, and a few strands of hair fell beside his fair cheeks. The boy had an upright posture, clean facial lines, and a pair of drooping phoenix eyes under his slightly rugged eyebrows, which made him look particularly handsome.
The only shortcoming is that her eyes are always drooping down, and her pupils are dull and lifeless, which makes her look weak and incompetent. If they were tilted up and shining, she would be more beautiful.
But she probably won't live to see the day when she can rule the world and act recklessly.
Song Shiwei didn't have any intention of testing at this time, she just simply felt that the red dress was particularly suitable for her.
She couldn't really say what she thought of the child. She had been angry with the child and disliked her for a while.
Later, she found that the two children had very different personalities, and her disgust gradually dissipated, replaced by scrutiny, the scrutiny of a subject towards her king. She was observing whether she could take on the responsibilities of a king and whether she had the ability to make her loyal to her.
She still hasn't figured out the result. She believes that she will get the result when those corrupt families and she are killed by Wu Qining's sword.
As a minister and a tutor, she naturally had high hopes for this child. She hoped that she would care for the people, show concern for the common people, kill treacherous officials, and enjoy peace.
If it were just her, she could neither like nor hate Wu Qining. She was not like the late emperor who had shown her kindness, nor was she like that child, who she had raised with great care for so many years and then tortured to death. Disgust and resentment grew in her heart, leaving countless deep marks.
Such a light emotion with her was not enough to support her to care about her mood, know her past, let alone remember it in her heart. After all, they had not been together for a long time.
When the Taifu, who had worked tirelessly for the dynasty for more than a decade, struggled to escape the fear of being executed by slow slicing, and slightly forgot the bloody and painful scene, she turned back into the original Taifu who was dedicated to the people.
Her personal emotions were crushed under the scenes of countless people wailing in pain, and her personal desires were infinitely reduced. All that was left was the first sentence her master taught her when she was a child:
As an official, you should worry about the world, care about the people, be loyal to the monarch, and abandon your selfish desires.
No matter in the past life or this life, no matter in the original body or herself, she grew up eating food from hundreds of families, enjoyed the grace of the previous emperor and entered the world through the imperial examination, so she should be worthy of the official robe she wears.
It was that expression again, that expression of vague reminiscence.
Wu Qining's cowardly expression could hardly be maintained, and his drooping face was distorted a little.
Who is it?
Who is she thinking about so much?
Is it the mother queen? Or the eldest or second eldest sister?
Just thinking about this, Wu Qining's breathing became heavier, and the finger bones hidden under her sleeves turned white from being pinched by her.
The burning flames, with a hint of sourness, slowly climbed up the spine, and every inch of skin trembled slightly because of the burning touch.
It almost devoured the rationality that she had acquired after being humbled for so many years.
In the barren and damp corner of the wall, a small flower that was about to dry up grew crookedly. It was so ugly and deformed that anyone who saw it would step on it and crush it to pieces.
But with her hands, she blocked out the scorching sunlight and the bean-sized raindrops, protecting it firmly under her body, but secretly plucked out its remaining petals and tortured its narrow heart.
Wu Qining mixed these inexplicable emotions with her disgust and hatred for this treacherous minister, condensing them into a tyrannical murderous intention. In all of this, her murderous intention towards Song Shiwei far exceeded that of anyone else in this world.
She wanted to cut this treacherous minister into pieces to relieve her hatred.
The pale fingers waved in front of Wu Qining's lowered eyes. Song Shiwei looked at the tiny tears in her eyes in surprise. It was just that he spoke a little harshly just now. There was no need for the child to pretend to be so serious.
"It's already night, can I take Your Majesty to the night market in Jingzhou?"
"I will listen to the Grand Tutor." Wu Qining said in a hoarse voice.
"I am visiting incognito, Your Majesty, please change your address and call me Master." The disguised sedan chair swayed towards the night market in Jingzhou.
Song Shiwei leaned on the soft pillow. The hurried sedan chair made her feel dizzy. As soon as she got on the sedan chair, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, not caring about Wu Qining who was sitting upright beside her.
Wu Qining's drooped eyelashes fluttered for a long time, and he raised his eyes cautiously and glanced at her.
Her pale face was slightly frowned. As the sedan swayed, the fox fur coat that was originally draped over her shoulders slipped down a little, and her thin shoulders stood out from the wide fox fur coat. She coughed weakly a few times, and her frown deepened. She was restless even in her sleep.
It was a chilly night, so even she had to put on an extra layer of clothing. If she went to the market in such cold weather, she would probably get sick again, delaying her ploughing ceremony.
Wu Qining thought this expressionlessly, and his stiff body moved slightly towards Song Shiwei.
He raised his arm, and the arm that could pierce the traitor's heart with a sword was shaking unexpectedly at this moment, and it was trembling so much that it was a bit unbearable to look at.
She gritted her teeth, tucked the fox fur that had slipped off tightly back onto Song Shiwei's shoulders, and sat back in embarrassment.
Song Shiwei seemed to feel the warmth again in his sleep, and subconsciously rubbed the fur of the fox fur with his drooping cheek.
A secret joy rose from the bottom of Wu Qining's heart, which at that moment overshadowed his disgust and hatred.
She is on a secret visit tonight. She is not a puppet emperor of the dynasty, nor is she a treacherous minister who is causing trouble for the government. Could she put aside her suspicion and calculations towards her a little and just treat her as her...master?
His eyes fluttered in the air for a long time before finally landing on Song Shiwei, moving from the empty sleeves to her face.
She just looked at her quietly until the sedan stopped and Song Shiwei woke up.
As the lights came on, the night market in Jingzhou sparkled like a dazzling galaxy and looked very lively.
The market was crowded with people, and people dressed in all kinds of clothes were moving between the stalls.
There are all kinds of interesting gadgets, including folk snacks, wooden jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings.
Wu Qining widened his eyes with curiosity and looked left and right.
Although the toys here are not as exquisite as those in Beijing, they are more diverse and interesting.
"Want it?" Song Shi glanced at Wu Qining, whose eyes were almost glued to him, and was not surprised at all.
Most of the kids who had never been out of the palace or visited the market were like her. She was quite restrained.
Song Shiwei took out a few pieces of silver from his pocket and threw them to Wu Qining.
"Buy whatever you want. It's not easy to come here."
After receiving a brilliant smile from Wu Qining, Song Shiwei stood there and looked at her busy figure.
What a child.
Song Shiwei sighed with emotion. Even though Wu Qining had reached adulthood and was about to take power, in her eyes he was still a child, no different from Song An Ning.
Wu Qining returned with a candied haws and many small items in her hands. Song Shiwei glanced at her and was about to move forward.
I was stopped by her clear voice.
"master."
Wu Qining held up a tiger lantern and handed it to Song Shiwei with a smile. His usually drooping phoenix eyes were unusually bright and reflected Song Shiwei's face.
"I won this lantern by guessing a riddle. It didn't cost me any money."
Song Shiwei looked hesitantly at the lantern in her hand. The black stripes looked like ink, extending from the tiger's head to its tail. It opened its mouth and roared majestically.
The red-dressed boy holding the lantern had bright eyes that curved into a beautiful arc. The colorful light was reflected on her, making the cinnabar mole at the end of her eye even more eye-catching.
Like a drop of coagulated blood, it danced on her fair skin. Like a small flame burning in the dark night, it flickered in Song Shiwei's eyes.
Song Shiwei was stunned for a moment and then accepted her lantern.
The man was breathing fire from his mouth and the woman was swinging flying knives. The wonderful juggling immediately attracted a surge of people.
The bustling crowd almost pushed them there.
Wu Qining looked at Song Shiwei's back. The noise of the street gradually faded away, leaving only her back which became clearer and clearer in his sight.
The breeze blew her hair, and a faint medicinal fragrance seemed to waft around her nose.
Wu Qining blinked, and tears inexplicably filled her brilliant eyes. Her heart seemed to be blocked tightly by an invisible wall, making her feel uncomfortable.
If she were older and wiser, would their endings be different?
If she were a wise ruler in power, would she not be thinking about treason all day long? Would she be loyal to her, just like she was to her mother?
The thin figure was pushed farther and farther away by the crowd, almost disappearing from her world.
She paused where she was, staring blankly at her figure as it walked away. The vivid scene gradually dimmed, as if its soul had been taken away.
Her clenched fists clenched and unclenched, and at a certain moment, she suddenly ran forward, shouting.
"master."
Taifu, elder sister.
She anxiously pushed her way through the surging crowd and reached out to hold the exceptionally cold hand.
The hot and moist palm clenched tightly, immediately warming Song Shiwei's hand.
Song Shiwei looked in surprise at Wu Qining, who was standing beside her breathlessly, and was about to blame the boy who was so reckless that he almost knocked her down.
Wu Qining tilted his head and looked at her seriously, moving his lips to make a mouth shape.
Flames shot up into the sky and people were cheering and cheering all around, so she couldn't hear what she said.
The words that Wu Qining blurted out impulsively fell into the chaotic environment without leaving any sound.
If you stop now, I will spare your life.
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