Madam is too good to win

Is it because you care about her?
Whether it was a dream or reality, Hua Yu's blank mind only popped up such a question when she was unconscious.

Facing her probing, Chu Fengqing only said: "Come and see you."

Just as the words were finished painting the front, he turned over with Hua Yu in his arms.

Hua Yu was extremely cooperative, and Chu Fengqing suddenly felt that she was fine when she was awake, well-behaved, obedient, and not as embarrassing as he imagined that he would blame her when they met again.

She will not embarrass him, in front of her he can always relieve his fatigue and relax his nerves, and calmly deal with himself.

Huayu lay obediently on his lap, her half-closed eyes were beautifully curved: "I'm so happy."

"What are you happy about?" He frowned.

"I'm glad you care about me."

Chu Fengqing: "..."

He didn't remember saying such a thing, how did she think of it on her own?

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and he replied very indifferently but patiently: "...you think too much."

"...Have you thought too much?" Hua Yu repeated in a low voice, her head was not so clear at the moment, and her way of thinking was too simple, "Then why did you come to me?"

Chu Fengqing was silent again.

When Huayu was unconscious, her temper was like a child's, and she was more straightforward than when she was sober. Chu Fengqing almost forgot all this.

After a long time, he spit out a few words from his mouth stiffly and stiffly: "Come to chat with you."

Hua Yu frowned depressed, as if she was dissatisfied, she murmured in a low voice: "What do you want to talk to me about..."

Chu Fengqing was so helpless that she casually said, "Tell me how you know the blue and white porcelain is fake..."

Strictly speaking, it can't be regarded as nonsense, it's just that I had doubts about this before, and suddenly remembered it, so I took it out to ask a symbolic question.

But I didn't expect Huayu to really use her little head to think hard for a long time.

The ointment on her waist has been applied for a long time, waiting quietly for her skin to absorb it.

She replied seriously regardless of dreams, reality, past and future: "...because I remember being thrown by me."

If the memory in her mind is correct, it was dropped by her own hands.

Chu Fengqing was taken aback for a moment, but before he could ask again, Hua Yu had already answered on her own.

Although her eyes were closed, there was vague anger between her brows, as if she had touched a memory that made her very angry.

"I have contributed to calming down the Northwest. The old emperor was confused and said that he would give me a marriage. He decided to go to the Northwest with the young man of Yuwen's family... a weak scholar who has no responsibility on the battlefield. would like him..."

She muttered in her mouth, her voice was small but clear, like raving.

Chu Fengqing's hand, which was holding her shoulder, was fixed at the same place from what she said, and deep astonishment flashed in his eyes.

At first, he thought that Huayu was still the same as before, he was so confused that the script couldn't tell the reality, and he started talking nonsense.

But when Hua Yu's memory was confused, she still didn't know what she said, so she continued talking.

"...The little father-in-law listened to the old man's words and didn't ask any questions. He really overreacted and brought the dowry gifts to my house. In a fit of anger, I smashed all his dowry gifts to pieces. Including the hand-painted blue and white porcelain of the early years of Xuanyuan..."

"From now on, no one in the entire imperial capital dares to marry me..." When she said such a desolate and lonely end, she was actually somewhat proud.

Chu Fengqing's back was slightly stiff, and the words Hua Yu spit out flashed unconsciously in her mind...

The old emperor... the Xuanyuan Dynasty... the battlefield... the little prince...

At any rate, she is also a big investor in the drama "The Concubine Doctor", Chu Fengqing is very clear that the background of this drama is a fictional era, not the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

But why does an unconscious person mention these things repeatedly, and it's really not the first time he's heard the title of old emperor from Hua Yu.

There are also her skills that are rare to rival... and the calligraphy and paintings used to exchange with Master Fan. According to her, she also copied General Fengyi, but to what extent did she copy it so that Master Fan, a master of traditional Chinese painting, would be tempted...

In the blink of an eye, a flash of light flashed through Chu Fengqing's mind, and she suddenly thought of something, which she knew was absurd and impossible at all.

But he still subconsciously opened his mouth: "... who is the old emperor you are talking about?"

The effect of the sleep aid drug is excellent, no one responded for a long time, Hua Yu's voice has begun to blur: "...Xuanyuan Dynasty Emperor Chenjing..."

Chu Fengqing's dark eyes narrowed into a thin line, holding back her unsteady heartbeat: "...then who are you?"

Hua Yu sneered unrestrainedly: "General Feng Yi's great reputation, you haven't heard of it?"

Chu Fengqing's breathing tightened for a moment.

His mind was full of thoughts, almost frantically searching for the history of that era.

Emperor Chen Jing, General Fengyi, almost everyone who has taken history courses knows... If he remembers correctly, that General Fengyi is also surnamed Hua...

But it's impossible... how could such a situation exist?

Subconsciously ignoring all the suspicious things on Hua Yu's body in her heart, Chu Fengqing suddenly closed her eyes, and raised her hand to pinch the frowning brows.

He was so ridiculous, he must have been exhausted, and he would listen to a few words in his sleep.

There was even a moment when he felt that he really believed it, that Huayu and General Fengyi were the same person after believing it...

Chu Fengqing gave a wry smile twice, which was rare.

In a blink of an eye, he calmed down the inexplicable shock in his heart, and after carefully applying ointment on Huayu's shoulder injury, he got up and left.

But for some reason, in his mind, he couldn't help but think back to Hua Yu's dream talk, as if he had been brainwashed, and he couldn't forget it for a while...

So much so that when Chu Fengqing woke up the next morning, she still thought of these questions inadvertently.

Spread the files out on the desktop, and waited for a while before Hua Yu came downstairs.

It can be seen that she slept soundly this time, refreshed, with brisk steps, and the smile on her lips made her defenseless.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Hua Yu sitting down opposite, and greeted him in a good mood: "Good morning."

She didn't seem to remember what happened late last night at all, and what she said.

Chu Fengqing frowned slightly, he was a person who couldn't rub the sand in his eyes, and once he became suspicious, it didn't mean that he could let it go.

Hua Yu had almost finished his breakfast, so he was not in a hurry, and a new topic came up: "There is something that grandma has always wanted to ask you..."

Hearing that it was an old lady, Hua Yu raised her spirits: "What's the problem?"

Chu Fengqing narrowed her eyes, the more suspicious he was, the calmer his face became: "She wants to know...how did you determine that the blue and white porcelain that Chu Yunling sent is a fake?"