PFC Chapter 203 Scars
Chapter 203 Scars
Seeing Emperor Zhou sitting over, Concubine Yu immediately smiled.
However, Chen Fei's expression dimmed by three points.
Tang Wanru and Bai Yanli looked at each other and sat down.
At this time, Zhou Ziyue and several other ministers also came over and sat down.
Zhou Ziyue regretted what he had just said. He was so anxious at the time that he really forgot that Emperor Zhou also used powder ointment.
In this case, those words not only failed to suppress Bai Yanli, but instead caused dissatisfaction from Emperor Zhou.
He thought so, and secretly thought that he must be careful with his words next time. If he said the wrong thing again, Emperor Zhou would really dislike him.
He had made up his mind when his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a person.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He lowered his head and mustered up the courage to look at the man again.
It really is Tang Wanru.
She sat across the long table from him.
The cool night breeze blew over with a light floral scent, making the hair on Tang Wanru's temples float gently.
Her face was as white as snow, her lips were cherry red, and her smile was sweet. She was a thousand times more beautiful than the night-blooming cereus that filled the yard.
Zhou Ziyue couldn't help but take his eyes away.
For some reason, all the blame for being imprisoned because of Tang Wanru disappeared when he saw her in person.
At that moment, Zhou Ziyue's mind went blank, and the noise around him seemed to have all faded away, leaving only him and her there.
He stared at her in a daze until Tang Wanru felt his gaze and looked at him coldly.
He subconsciously withdrew his gaze.
Tang Wanru ignored him and turned back to chat with Chen Fei.
The Imperial Concubine Yu held Emperor Zhou's arm and leaned softly on his shoulder. She looked at Concubine Chen provocatively.
It seems to be saying, so what if you dress nicely?
The emperor still wouldn't even look at her. As long as she glanced at him, the emperor would immediately come to her side.
Chen Fei naturally knew what she meant.
Even though she had no intention of vying for favor, she was very unhappy to see Concubine Yu showing off like this.
Chen Fei withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to fiddle with her chrysanthemum tea.
Tang Wanru also noticed Concubine Yu's provocation, and her eyes flashed slightly.
"Mrs. Chen Fei, the chrysanthemum tea you brewed is really delicious." Tang Wanru said to Chen Fei while holding the teacup, "I have drunk a lot of tea, but none of them taste as fresh and delicious as yours."
"Really?" Concubine Chen smiled when she heard the compliment and became interested in talking. "I planted these chrysanthemums myself. I used the best fertilizer to grow them. After they were dried, I immediately sealed them in a box so that the smell would not dissipate."
Tang Wanru chuckled when she heard this: "No wonder the taste is so strong but not overwhelming. Empress Chen is not only meticulous in her work, but also skillful."
Concubine Chen liked to listen to Tang Wanru talk. She was about to say something else when she heard a voice: "What tea is that? Bring it to me to try."
Concubine Chen was stunned. She was busy talking to Tang Wanru and didn't realize that her words were heard by Emperor Zhou.
Chen Fei was nervous for a moment: "It's just ordinary chrysanthemum tea."
Concubine Chen was surprised, but Tang Wanru was not. She said this specifically for Emperor Zhou to hear. This season is a good time to taste tea. She heard a few days ago that famous tea from Jiangnan was sent to the palace. It can be seen that Emperor Zhou is most interested in tea recently.
Emperor Zhou sat there and said nothing. Tang Wanru motioned to Concubine Chen to bring some tea over and pour him some.
So Concubine Chen stood up, took the teapot and slowly walked around to Emperor Zhou's side.
Seeing Concubine Chen and Emperor Zhou approaching, Concubine Yu rolled her eyes coldly.
Emperor Zhou's teacup was placed in front of him, so Concubine Chen picked up the teapot and carefully poured him tea.
A gust of wind blew, gently ruffling Chen Fei's hair and creating a pleasant fragrance.
Emperor Zhou was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to look up at her, Imperial Concubine Yu came up to him again. She grabbed Emperor Zhou's arm, leaned her head on his shoulder and said, "Your Majesty, the wind is strong and it's very cold."
Emperor Zhou knew that she was acting coquettishly, so he turned his head to look at her and reached out to press her hand.
When Concubine Chen saw the two of them like this, her heart sank. She finished pouring the tea and was about to stop when another gust of wind blew over.
The hem of her sleeve was blown up because she was not wearing a tight-fitting undershirt today, and a winding scar on her arm caught Emperor Zhou's eye.
That was the scar left by Concubine Chen when she saved Emperor Zhou from the fire, as Li Bo mentioned before!
Emperor Zhou's heart tightened, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Chen Fei's body stiffened, and she wanted to retract her hand holding the teapot but couldn't.
Emperor Zhou pulled her hand in front of him and gently brushed away her sleeve. A winding scar on her arm caught his eye.
It was a burn, and the scar was so long that it almost covered the entire length of her forearm.
Seeing this, Emperor Zhou’s eyes darkened.
He knew that this scar was from when the palace caught fire and he was trapped inside. Concubine Chen, who was a palace maid at the time, carried him out. Concubine Chen wrapped him in a quilt, but her own skin was exposed to the fire. She ignored the danger and pain, carried him on her thin body, and rushed out with gritted teeth.
She saved him.
This left an ugly scar.
When he saw this, Emperor Zhou's forgotten past came to his mind.
This is proof of Concubine Chen's feelings for him.
"It's been so many years." Emperor Zhou stroked it with his hand and said softly, "This scar hasn't faded at all."
Chen Fei felt embarrassed by his gaze. She quickly retracted her hand, rolled down her sleeves, and lowered her head to answer, "Much better than before."
Seeing him like this, Emperor Zhou felt even more distressed. He looked at Concubine Chen and said, "For me, are you worth it?"
It had been a long time since Emperor Zhou had stared at her like this. Concubine Chen was a little nervous. She raised her eyes and stared at Emperor Zhou and said, "Your Majesty is a holy body, revered by all the people, so he naturally cannot be injured. I am just a woman, and I don't have much ability. It is my honor to be injured for your Majesty."
As soon as these words came out, Emperor Zhou felt a warm current surge up from the bottom of his heart, and he gazed deeply at Concubine Chen.
After pouring the tea, Concubine Chen turned around to leave, but she felt her wrist warm and Emperor Zhou held her back.
The two of them, one standing and one sitting, just stared at each other.