A sword brings some shadows to Cheng Jia’s wedding.

After seeing off all the guests, Cheng Qi did not remember to enter the bridal chamber, but stayed alone in the side hall and drank a suffocating wine.

Today was originally a festive day, but Cheng Jiao did not have the excitement or joy of the pinnacle. He felt only weakness and shame at this moment.

The sword had a great impact on him. Even now, two hours had passed and the time had entered the middle of the night. He still had not recovered and still felt a weakness from the depths of his soul.

The boundless blood-colored world was too terrifying for him.

It would be fine if it were just these, but deep inside him, there was a deep humiliation.

He was actually rescued by Ying Zheng.

Faced with this incident, he thought of not gratitude to his brother for saving his life and the friendship behind it, but he thought of another thing.

What he thought was that in Xianyang tomorrow, there would be a news circulating: Chang'an Jun was captured by Wu'an Jun's sword. If the king had not taken action, the wedding might have turned into a funeral.

He could imagine how people would arrange themselves, he could imagine that he would become a clown and spread in Xianyang, while his brother Ying Zheng would appear as a hero in this matter.

How can such a thing be accepted by someone who has great desire for that position? Isn’t that proving that he is far inferior to Ying Zheng?

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiang was dominated by an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

Damn it, it’s all the blame for that bitch. If she hadn’t brought a hateful sword, why would she have become the laughing stock of the entire Xianyang?

Thinking of Cheng Qi's thoughts of the newlywed wife who didn't like her before, but she couldn't say she was disgusted. At this time, he had only disgust for his wife.

Cheng Huo, who was dominated by humiliation and hatred, couldn't help but shed tears.

He is hating, why fate is so unfair to him, he is hating, why his wife makes him foolishly...

"Your Majesty, it's already late at night, it's time to enter the bridal chamber." While Cheng Qiong was constantly pouring his own wine, a maid came to the door of the side hall to report the report.

"Bridal chamber?" Cheng Qiong heard this word, but he didn't feel any throbbing in his heart, and he had only disgust.

Compared to Cheng Jue's depression, there was a wanton laughter in Xingle Palace at this time.

Just as Cheng Qi imagined, he became a laughing stock in other people's words at this time, like Zhao Ji at this time.

"So, Cheng Qi is not as good as a sword? He was actually caught by a sword. Zhao Ji, who could barely hold back his smile, asked excitedly.

Cheng Qi took action, and even something happened. This news is definitely a good news for Zhao Ji that can make him happy for a month.

One day I feel bad, and when I think of this, I will have miraculous effects.

Zhao Ji has never liked Chang'an Jun Cheng Chuang before, and she only has deep disgust.

A person who covets his own domestic throne. This alone is enough to attribute Cheng Jiao to the ranks of the enemy. Today, Cheng Jiao’s accident and ugly things make her excitement naturally makes her unable to control her.

However, one thing that made Zhao Ji not very satisfied was that Cheng Qi was rescued, and the person who saved Cheng Qi turned out to be Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Ji who was smiling freely, and he was somewhat helpless. He knew that Zhao Ji would have a hilarious expression after she learned that something happened at Cheng Jia’s wedding.

Zhao Ji did this without any scruples in building her own happiness on other people's pain. She was not a person who liked to hide herself.

Ying Zheng quietly waited for Zhao Ji to laugh when she was tired. Although he was in a good mood today, he not only saw a good show, but also got a nearly psychic sword, but he could still bear it because he was a professionally trained person and was not as good as Zhao Ji.

After a long time, Zhao Ji finally stopped laughing while covering her chest. Obviously, she was really tired of laughing.

"Oh, my chest hurts so much that I laughed." Zhao Ji said with the urge to continue to fade. Although she was very happy, her chest couldn't stand it anymore. She was a little bit confused in her laughter, which was really tiring.

"Zheng'er, although this thing makes me happy, there is one thing you can't satisfy me." Zhao Ji changed the subject and she really didn't dare to make herself laugh anymore.

"What did the mother say?" Ying Zheng said innocently.

"Not only whether it is dangerous to save the sacred man is to save him. Your brother is very wild, so you should watch." Zhao Ji said.

"Although Cheng Qi is restless, he is my younger brother after all." Ying Zheng said.

"Zheng'er, for me, you don't need to say these words. There are only two of us, mother and son." Zhao Ji curled her lips, obviously not believing Ying Zheng's words.

"What the mother said," Ying Zheng sincerely admitted his mistake.

"If you don't take action today, you may have saved yourself a big trouble." Zhao Ji said with a little disappointment.

"Actually, I saved Cheng Huan not because of his younger brother." Ying Zheng explained.

"Yo? Is there any other reason?" Zhao Ji asked.

"It's because of Cheng Qi's mother Han Ji." Ying Zheng said.

"Zheng'er, you can't be..." Ying Zheng's words made Zhao Ji's heart sank. At this time, she thought of a bad possibility.

She thought that the first woman Ying Zheng received would be the disguised Jingluo. She thought that although Han Ji's son Cheng Huai was married and she was in her thirties, her color had not yet declined.

Does Zheng'er like older people? This conjecture appears in Zhao Ji's mind and takes root in an instant.

"Mother, where have you been thinking about?" Ying Zheng, who knew Zhao Ji, instantly understood what Zhao Ji had never said.

"If you really have that mind, it's nothing. Just be cautious. Moreover, you must separate Han Ji and Cheng Qi." Zhao Ji did teach Ying Zheng another thing.

"Mother, you really misunderstood. I'm not that way." Ying Zheng said speechlessly, and there was nothing to say about Zhao Ji's imaginative brain circuit that day.

"Really not?" Zhao Ji asked half-believingly.

"It's really not. This is because of Han Ji, but there is absolutely no such situation as the Queen Mother guessed." Ying Zheng explained.

"Why?" Zhao Ji asked.

"Because Han Ji cried and prayed at that time, I thought of someone." Ying Zheng said.

"Who is it?" Zhao Ji said gossip.

"My mother, you."

"Me?" Zhao Ji pointed at her chest, and was unconsciously pressed out a dent due to surprise.

"Yes, because of the queen mother, Han Ji's panicked look at that time was full of a mother's concern for her son. Her appearance reminded me of you, Queen Mother, and made me think that if there was any accident in me, Queen Mother would definitely be like Han Ji, and even more anxious. Although I knew that letting Cheng Huo happen to me was beneficial to me, I really didn't want a mother to watch something happen to her son." Ying Zheng said in a low voice.

"Zheng'er, you..." At this time, the joke, surprise, curiosity on Zhao Ji's face disappeared, and all the rest was emotion.

At this time, Zhao Ji couldn't help leaning forward and her eyes were completely on her heart.

At this moment, she felt something warm flowing through her heart and melting into the blood. She felt like she had lost her soul, weak and intoxicated.

It's all just because of the sentence "I think of you, Queen Mother."

Zhao Ji only felt her eyes sore, and her tear glands were already in a tendency to collapse.

"All what you said is true?" Zhao Ji asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course, it's fake." Ying Zheng changed his words.

"You naughty child, do you want to anger your mother to death?" Zhao Ji couldn't hold back in an instant and burst into laughter.

Whether it is true or false is no longer important to Zhao Ji, because she already believes it is true.

"If Zheng'er really has some thoughts about Han Ji, I can help you." Zhao Ji continued.

This time it was Ying Zheng's turn to be unable to withstand it.

Zhao Ji continued, "Although Han Ji is not young, she is still pretty and has the temperament of a mother. Perhaps, this is more in line with your taste.

"But she is the mother of your younger brother Cheng Qi after all. Although your father is gone, he is still your concubine's mother. This is a bit troublesome and it is inconsistent." Zhao Ji continued to say to herself.

"But, maybe, it is precisely because of this that it is more in line with Zheng'er's taste, right?" Zhao Ji said, raising her eyebrows at Ying Zheng, full of joking.

"I lost, so please ask my mother to stop this topic." Ying Zheng became increasingly unrestrained when he heard Zhao Ji's words, so he quickly admitted defeat.

"Yes, but Zheng'er wants to agree to me a request." Zhao Ji said with satisfaction.

She won this game.

"My mother, please tell me." Ying Zheng said helplessly.

"Stay here tonight and talk to me." Zhao Ji said.

"Yes." Ying Zheng said ruthlessly.

But, I can't fall asleep with the mermaid at night.
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