Ye Zhenzhen stood up in shock, her voice filled with uncontrollable panic: "What happened?"
"Qingyuan Pavilion held a gathering of virtuous people, inviting talented people from all over the world to recite poems, essays, and strategies for governing the country. During this period, there were numerous contacts between scholars and literati. Even King Ke was alarmed. He often came to Qingyuan Pavilion to discuss poetry and governing the country with the scholars.
The method was widely praised by scholars, and the result..."
Qiu Wu stuttered, as if he had been greatly frightened. It took him a long time to calm down his fright, and continued: "As a result, a fire broke out in Qingyuan Pavilion one day ago. King Ke was burned by the fire. His Majesty was furious. He took the lead in organizing the banquet.
Big families and powerful people were imprisoned one after another, including the scholars who attended the banquet, all of them were imprisoned."
Ye Zhenzhen's expression went blank for a moment. While she was living leisurely in the fields, such a big event happened in the capital. No wonder Cui Weizhen didn't have time to come back, and he didn't let them go back to the capital.
Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know what role Cui Weizhen played in it. She reluctantly suppressed the messy thoughts and continued to ask: "Who will host the Qingyuan Pavilion Cultural Conference?"
Qiu Wu's expression paused: "In addition to the Cui family in Qinghe, there are also Li, Zheng, Lu, Liu and other families who have good relations with Cui family."
"Where are the rich and powerful?"
"Qingyuan Pavilion is the property of Marquis Yong'an."
The Marquis of Yong'an had a concubine who was the concubine of King Ke.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes darkened, something flashed through her mind quickly, but she didn't catch it. She glanced at Qiu Wu and saw that her expression was still panic, and her brows suddenly jumped: "Could it be that Ye Mansion is also implicated?"
"No, no."
Qiu Wu quickly shook his head and said, "Young master, I heard that Wang Langjun was also present when the Qingyuan Pavilion was destroyed. I didn't have time to find out the details in detail. I don't know if it is true, so I don't dare to talk nonsense to you, madam."
My eldest cousin is here too?
Ye Zhenzhen walked around the room several times with a solemn expression. Cui Weizhen was in the capital. Why did he let his eldest cousin attend that nonsense cultural gathering? Even if he didn't stop him, his eldest uncle should have stopped him...
Wait, is there something else going on?
Ye Zhenzhen paused, all kinds of speculations going around in her mind, and finally turned into a very calm instruction: "Don't leak the news, especially to the old lady, don't let her know."
This is a serious matter, Qiu Wu understands its importance and responds solemnly.
This matter had so many implications that even Ye Zhenzhen was frightened, let alone the little maid Qiu Wu. Worried that she would miss the mark due to her uneasiness, Ye Zhenzhen asked her to rest for a day and come back to serve her after she calmed down.
This incident had a great impact. Ye Zhenzhen had a nightmare that night. All kinds of bad conjectures were played out in her dreams. She woke up countless times during the night. When she woke up the next day, the haggardness on her face could not be suppressed.
Can't go down.
Qiu Wu was startled: "Madam, did you not sleep well last night?"
The woman in the glass mirror had a pale face, faint bloodshot eyes, and black and blue bags under her eyes that couldn't be covered. She looked really scary.
Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes and asked the maids to help her put it on, then said: "Take some foundation to cover it up."
Yuxiu's makeup skills have long been passed down by Ye Zhenzhen. After a lot of tinkering, the haggardness on her face was completely covered up, but the fatigue in her eyes could not be covered up.
Ye Zhenzhen put down the mirror and closed her eyes to rest. The room was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. No one dared to disturb the master. After about a quarter of an hour, the master opened his eyes: "It's almost time, go and say hello."
Before leaving, I took another look in the mirror, and saw that the bloodshot eyes had not completely faded away, and there were still a few traces left, so when I arrived at Aunt Cui's yard, she saw the clues.
"Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Ye Zhenzhen touched her nose in embarrassment: "I read a piece of ghost talk last night before going to bed. I had a nightmare at night. I didn't sleep well at night. I made you laugh."
Aunt Cui didn't know that Qiu Wu went back to the capital yesterday, otherwise she would have doubted his words. Now she just shook her head and sighed, saying: "I don't talk about strange powers and gods, but you like to read these miscellaneous books about ghosts and gods. I still think you are stupid and bold."
, it turns out that I know I’m afraid.”
"Mom, please don't laugh at me. I didn't feel that way in the house before, but now when I go to the suburbs, I feel scared when I think of those mountain spirits..."
Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming came in, only to hear a tail, and hurriedly walked over, looking at their mother curiously and worriedly: "What are you afraid of? Mother, have you had a nightmare?"
It was impossible to admit it, and it would be too embarrassing for my son to know that I had nightmares.
"No, mom and grandma are chatting." Ye Zhenzhen used the universal diversion method: "It's time to eat. Today I will let you eat two spoons of cranberry jam."
Cui Zhiduan, who had always had a sweet tooth, was very happy and said excitedly: "I want to eat white steamed buns mixed with jam."
Aunt Cui likes her grandson's appetite the most. In fact, if it weren't for Ye Zhenzhen's deliberate control, Cui Zhiduan would have been fed to a fat man by the doting Aunt Cui.
"Is two spoonfuls of jam enough? Grandma's jam is for you."
Look, here we go again.
Fortunately, Cui Zhiduan knew his mother's temperament. If he complied now, his mother would not refute for the sake of her grandmother, but she would definitely deprive him of snacks secretly later.
Cui Zhiduan, who suffered so much, shook his head obediently: "Two spoonfuls are enough, thank you grandma."
As he spoke, he secretly looked at his mother, his eyes were full of stars, and he barely wagged his tail to ask for praise.
Ye Zhenzhen rubbed his head as a reward, and the breakfast went smoothly.
After breakfast, Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming went to do their homework together. Aunt Cui understood that her daughter-in-law had not slept well last night, so she took the initiative to take over the tutoring task and let her go back to catch up on her sleep.
Ye Zhenzhen's body was extremely tired, but she was too nervous to fall asleep. The situation where her eyes were completely black made her very uneasy, but she was afraid that Aunt Cui would find out the clues, so she didn't dare to send people to the capital to find out the news, so she could only lie down on the couch reluctantly.
, forcefully close your eyes and rest.
She was in a drowsy state, half asleep, her brows were furrowed, and it seemed as if a pair of big dry hands were caressing her between her brows. She was startled and woke up instantly.
"Weizhen!" she cried in surprise, feeling that she should still be dreaming: "Why are you here? Aren't you going to come back in a few days?"
She was answered with a long sigh, and the cold fragrance hit her. The next moment, she was hugged into a warm embrace, and a low voice sounded from the top of her head, with reassuring magic: "I'll come back to see you."
The generous palms patted her back gently, and the dim light blurred her mind. Ye Zhenzhen was in a trance, feeling sleepy, and soon fell asleep in the familiar embrace.