Super Mom System

Chapter 184 Celebrating the whole world
Zixia saw a doctor for Zhao Jie. He took too many medicines and was definitely not suitable for drinking.

In fact, the medical skills of the Great Xia Dynasty were already very developed.For example, Huang Weizhong in Suzhou is good.The imperial physician in the palace is no worse than Huang Weizhong!Zhao Jie's physical condition, wouldn't the Tai Hospital know about it?
So who arranged for Zhao Jiong to toast Zhao Jie?And who gave little Zhao Jiong such strong wine?This is the prince, Zhao Jie is so careless?
There must be something strange about this matter.

"System, what do you think?"

"System: I don't care. I'm not Yuan Fang."

"Hey, don't swear casually."

"System: Old women have such a temper."

Zixia rolled her eyes, that's right, it's none of my business if there is a conspiracy.This kind of dog emperor should be celebrated by the whole world.

The bright and energetic little Zhao Jiong was really drunk, and lay down in the grass again without paying attention.At this time, an anxious voice shouted in the distance: "Your Highness~Your Highness~"

Someone came, and Zixia hurried away.

Back in the side hall of Funing Palace, only Zixia and Nanny Li were left staring at each other.She is an outlier in the palace, and even eats alone in this small room.

Usually, the women who were snatched back were either driven away after being "favored" by Zhao Jie, or stayed in the palace as a nobleman or something to play for a few more days, and when Zhao Jie got bored, they were sent to the cold palace.But Zhao Jie had a stroke yesterday, and it was only thanks to Zixia's silver needle that he saved his life.

This old guy is very stable now, lying in the Funing Palace to recuperate, and he doesn't dare to wander around anymore.

Nothing happened all night.The next day, the entire atmosphere in the palace changed.It was originally decorated with carved beams and painted pillars, and was extremely extravagant.On this day, every tree in the palace, regardless of height, was hung with colorful silk.Zixia doesn't understand what's so good about this.

For some reason, Zhao Jie became extremely anxious today. Every three hours, he would summon Zixia in the imperial study.

Zixia hadn't collected enough points, and she couldn't slap her butt and leave in a chic way, so she had to take the silver needle to make a fuss.Every time, Zhao Jie would back away from the left and right sides, leaving only him and Zixia, but they basically didn't speak.

For the last time, he said, "I feel my head still hurts."

Zixia took out a silver needle and stuck it on him.Zhao Jie's body has long been hollowed out by wine and medicine.Although the stroke was cured, his lifespan must not be long.

"Huh~" Zhao Jie endured the pain and half-lyed on the recliner, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when Zixia finished the piercing.

"I, I still don't know your name."

"Your Majesty, the girl's name is Han..."

"Heh. Han Meimei." Zhao Jie smiled wryly, "Everyone thinks I'm so stupid. Since you don't want to say it, that's fine."

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said with emphasis: "Are there really immortals in this world? I want to hear the truth."

"Yes. Minnv heard that Feng Guoshi is a living god."

"He's looking for you." Zhao Jie stared at Zixia, "My secret order blocked your news. Isn't the person the living god is looking for also a living god? He hasn't found you until now, what does it mean? Maybe he It’s not a god, even a mortal can hide it from him. Perhaps, you are stronger than him.”

Zixia was silent, it seemed that Zhao Jie knew about Feng Yanli's fight, so it would be meaningless to pretend anymore.

"Can people ascend?"

"I've never heard of it."

"What about immortality?"

"I've never heard of it either. Minnv is not a fairy." Zixia's expression was indifferent, "It's just a mortal."

"A mortal?" Zhao Jie looked at the roof, his eyes gradually became hollow: "Zhuang Zhou is hard to turn into a butterfly, whoever realizes the big dream first."

Zixia wondered, what happened to Zhao Jie? He was so depressed that he was still depressed?

"You know, tomorrow is my birthday."

Zixia said in her heart that this is not nonsense, and everyone in the world knows it.

"Sit there and let me draw a portrait." Zhao Jieqiang propped himself up and sat up, although his tone was commanding, but there was begging in his eyes.

Zixia sat on a soft pier full of vigilance.

Zhao Jie stood up slowly, walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and sketched the outline of a beauty.

He writes steadily, with soft and natural lines.Half an hour later, a beauty in a palace costume appeared on the paper.

"Come, come and have a look."

"System: Host, you are a master of cross-dressing. If you can get enough of the emperor to paint you, it can be considered a success."

"Your sister."

Zixia endured the shock and walked over, only to find that although the beauty on paper had the same clothes as hers, her face was different.

In terms of beauty, she is not as good as Zixia, and she is much older with gray temples.But she was kind and kind, and had a kind of graceful temperament.

"This is Ah Heng." Zhao Jie said with a smile, "My first wife. Tomorrow is also her death day."

"For so many years, I have never paid homage to her." Zhao Jie even said that he has changed, "Because the emperor's birthday must be celebrated."

Uh, Zixia doesn't know how to answer the question.A hateful person must have something to be pitiful about.

"People say that I, Zhao Jie, are ruthless. I wish the empress would die early. After no one restrains me, I can do whatever I want. They are right, I know I am not a good emperor." Zhao Jie looked at Zixia and said, "But I What can I do? I have to find something to do for myself, I paint, I admire strange rocks, flowers and birds. I find other beauties. This way I can stop thinking about her, do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Zixia said in her heart that you, the bastard, have made life miserable for the people in the southeast. Does that mean it's because you're a love interest?

"I've wanted to paint this painting for a long time, but I have never dared to write it." Zhao Jie looked at the portrait in a daze, "but if I don't paint now, I probably don't have time to paint."

"Everyone is mortal." Zhao Jie said, "I should have thought earlier that there are no ghosts and gods. If there really are. Why hasn't Ah Heng come to see me for ten years?"

After Zhao Jie finished speaking, he picked up a pen and wrote on the blank space of the painting: "Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it..."

His thin golden body is really beautiful.But when Zixia saw the content of the text clearly, a feeling of absurdity surged in her heart.

what's the situation?Su Dawenhao's famous article reminiscing about his dead wife was actually written by the dog emperor Zhao Jie.

This kind of poetry, calligraphy and painting are all unique, what kind of emperor should he be.

Seeing that Zhao Jie was completely lost in memory, Zixia left silently.

On the tenth day of October, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the bell tower of Kaifeng City, the bronze bell was struck sixty times in succession.

The birthday of the Holy Son of Heaven, let’s celebrate together!

The entire Kaifeng mansion, from the princes and ministers to the traffickers and pawns, all put on a happy smile, just like picking up silver on the road.

The emperor drafted an edict of amnesty for the world, and according to the distance of each place, the messengers who conveyed the edict set off in advance.

After design, all regions received the edict almost at the same time, except for the chief culprit of the rebellion, the other criminals were released immediately.The local hooligans and treacherous villains who regained their freedom shouted long live, but in their hearts they laughed at Zhao Jiechun as an idiot.

And within the imperial city, the most exciting birthday party in the history of Great Xia is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)