That afternoon, Ye Zhenzhen finally waited until Cui Weizhen came back from the Yamen, but she saw that his face was gloomy. When he saw her, he kept staring at her without saying a word, which looked very strange.
Ye Zhenzhen was so stared at that she couldn't bear it anymore and pushed his arm: "What's wrong with you? You're so scary."
Cui Weizhen slowly looked back and did not answer the question directly. Instead, he took her into his arms and answered the question: "I just suddenly figured out a question. I don't need to say it to trouble you."
Ye Zhenzhen: "...Okay, whatever you like."
She curled her lips. Although she was very curious, she still tried to restrain her curiosity, avoid inquiring, and at least leave some privacy for the other party.
She changed the subject: "Has His Majesty approved the memorial you presented today?"
Cui Weizhen's arms couldn't help but tighten. He looked at her face close at hand and responded in a low voice: "Yes."
Something is wrong.
Something is so wrong.
Ye Zhenzhen has never seen Cui Weizhen like this. He is calm and confident at all times, and rarely loses his composure even in front of her. How can he be so distracted and preoccupied like today?
Unless something happened that was too overwhelming for him.
Thinking of this, she could no longer care about privacy. She listed all the difficulties he might encounter in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. She asked tentatively: "Is it not going well for him to enter the palace today? Your Majesty scolded him."
Got you?"
Cui Weizhen suddenly realized that he had made his wife worried, and continued: "It's nothing, your majesty respects me as always."
He still kept it secret.
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips, broke away from his arms and sat on the couch, randomly picked up a book and read it, unwilling to pay attention to him.
She was angry.
Cui Weizhen is clearly aware of this fact.
The pages of the book in her hand were turned loudly by her. She had even knocked down the book, but she still pretended to read it and said angrily: "What is it written? That doesn't make sense!"
Cui Weizhen glanced at her, couldn't help it, and cautiously mentioned: "...you are reading The Analects of Confucius."
He saw her flipping through the book for a moment, and her face seemed to be stiff. First she turned the book upright as if nothing had happened, and then she glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes: "What happened to the Analects? No one is allowed to criticize the Analects."
?I just think it’s so boring! It’s full of benevolence, justice and morality, but it doesn’t respect women at all!”
Cui Weizhen felt that she was making insinuations.
Thinking of the consequences of irritating her, Cui Weizhen pressed his forehead with a headache, walked to her and sat down next to her. While observing her face, he apologized: "If you are angry at me, just come at me. Don't hold it in your heart, or you will get angry."
Body."
Ye Zhenzhen didn't appreciate it and turned her back to him: "I'm asking for trouble, so you don't have to worry about me. You are a big shot who wants to 'rule the country and bring peace to the world', so you don't need to pay attention to a 'difficult' woman like me."
"
Look, I just used "The Analects" to challenge him.
Cui Weizhen was angry and funny. He straightened her shoulders, faced her face to face, and said into her eyes: "When did I ignore you? I admit that it was my fault. Can I apologize to you?"
Ye Zhenzhen was annoyed that he never had the idea of confessing, and she was also angry with herself for worrying carelessly. She put down the book in her hand and stood up suddenly, "No need, I am making trouble unreasonably."
Her steps were like wind, and she left the room in the blink of an eye.
