On that starry night, Zhang Changzong gently coaxed 77-year-old Wu Zetian to sleep. Her breathing gradually steadied like the wind in the distant sky, quiet and deep. Jang Changzong knew that the queen's days were over, but his mission was not yet complete.
The door of the next room opened softly, and a ray of moonlight seemed to peek into the mysterious ritual. As soon as Zhang Changzong's figure crossed the threshold, a woman rushed over like a shadow. Her movements were swift and decisive, as if this was a long-lost encounter or a fateful arrangement.
The woman's eyes flashed with a complicated light, was it desire? Asking for help? Or was it that indescribable feeling? A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Changzong's eyes. He did not expect such a development. But he was scheming, and he always came to his senses in an instant, just as he was as calm as he was in the courtroom dealing with all kinds of complicated matters.
"Changzong, you're finally here. The woman's voice was deep and powerful, with a slight tremor.
Zhang Changzong smiled slightly, smiling to understand people's hearts. He knows that women need not only comfort at this time, but also firm support. He gently held her hand, and at that moment their hearts seemed to have some kind of wonderful resonance.
"I know you're waiting. Zhang Changzong said softly, his words full of strength and confidence, "Tell me, no matter what you think, I will do my best." ”
A grateful gimmicked in the woman's eyes, and she knew she didn't need to hide her vulnerability from this man. She snuggled tightly in Zhang Changzong's arms, as if in this embrace, she could find the strength to withstand all the wind and rain in the world.
"Changzong, I ......" The woman's voice was choked, and her emotions were surging and she couldn't suppress it.
Zhang Changzong did not interrupt her. He knows that sometimes listening is more powerful than words. He stood there quietly, letting the emotions of the woman in his arms slowly subside.
Time seems to freeze in this moment, and two souls weave their own stories under the silent night sky. Chang Jong is a man who is good at playing, and now he shows a different side of skill and toughness.
Finally, the woman's emotions stabilized. She raised her head and looked at Zhang Changzong with a firm gaze, "Changzong, I need your help, this matter is very important, I only believe you." ”
Zhang Changzong nodded, his eyes revealing firm determination: "Tell me, for you or for this country, I will do my best." ”
In this ancient period, the story between Jang Chang-jong and this woman is like a never-ending epic, full of wisdom, courage and emotion. And tonight, their destinies are once again closely linked, facing unknown challenges together.