"The soul returns-the soul returns-"

The hoarse and tired call was like the cuckoo's blood echoing in the sky at the end of the deep palace, and the top of the Star Picking Pavilion was nearly ten zhang high, and a Taoist robe was spread out on the cold ground, shivering in the cold wind that passed through the air. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Still no, it's not high enough...... Not enough, far from enough......"

There were no doors or windows on the top floor of the Star Picking Pavilion, and the gauze tents hanging on all sides flew in the wind, revealing a tall figure standing behind the curtain.

The bright golden yellow shines under the illumination of the palace lamp at the eaves corner, still exuding the glorious and majestic brilliance of the day, but the figure in the night is full of loneliness, and it seems to be a little colder than this night.

The emperor in the shadow of the lamp stared blankly at the stars in the night sky to the northwest, and his black hair flew in the wind.

"Is she unwilling to come back, or can't she come back?"

"I can't find her ghost, but I can see her life...... There's nothing I can do about it...... It's too far away from the stars to be predictable......" The old man's voice was helpless.

The emperor stood in the cold wind and fell silent and stopped talking.

After a long time, it was not until the whole body of the prostrate person on the ground became stiff that the cold voice sounded again.

"Then let's build a spiritualist platform. ”

There was no longer a hint of hesitation in his voice.

The old man on the ground hurriedly got up as if he had just woken up and knelt at the feet of the emperor.

"The emperor thinks twice! The high platform needed to summon the queen's soul must be a hundred feet high, and the power of the whole country may not be able to be built, and the cost is huge, and it will inevitably cost the people and money, and the ministers don't want to become a demon that will bring disaster to the country and the people!"

The emperor waved his hand: "I have made up my mind, you go!"

"Your Majesty, think twice!"

The old Taoist priest suddenly raised his head, and it was the wrinkled face of the Qintian Prison Supervisor.

The emperor looked down at his loyal courtiers expressionlessly, and his handsome and noble eyebrows became gloomy: "Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, the shore of the land, the king's ministers, I want to build a spiritualist platform, the whole country will contribute, and the subjects will share their worries, shouldn't it?"

Prison Supervisor Qintian bowed his head deeply, not knowing if he regretted that he had walked out of the Dao Gate to cultivate and stepped into this troubled red dust, and finally could only retreat silently.

Finally, there was no one around.

It's cold in the heights, and the taste is back.

The Ninety-Five Venerable, who was still high a moment ago, suddenly leaned down and lay on the cold jade ground, his cheeks tightly pressed against the ashes of the incense burning paper, and tears came out of his eyes.

"Cheng Huan, you said it, if you go before me, as long as I summon your soul, you will definitely come back to me to accompany me, why don't you come back, why don't you come back?"

In Shangyang Palace, the girl with round cheeks and a smile is so beautiful, like the best Chenguang in spring.

She's a good woman, she never tells lies, she never lied to him, but why didn't she come back?

The whole world is not the king's land, everything is his, but who can stand by his side and look down on the great Qi rivers and mountains with him?

The Taoist priest who walked slowly on the path of the palace, his posture was like a pine, and his robe sleeves like a crane were elegant like a fairy in his steps.

In the early spring of the palace, the flowers and branches began to spit out the beauty and fragrance of the flowers, and from time to time they brushed his side, but they could not let him be contaminated with a trace of worldly dust.

The old and decrepit face is also like a dead tree in spring, and the deep wrinkles on the face are all stretched out together appropriately.

In the night, he looked back from afar, and sure enough, the standing figure was gone.

Hehe, it's painful, isn't it? Isn't it crying on the ground like a dog?

Xiao Shaoyun, what if you are the emperor?

There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go.

Even if you are an emperor, what can you escape?

If you know today, why bother in the first place.

Enjoy your pain, love is parted, and surely your suffering will be as long as mine.

Liu Defu, the great eunuch of Qianyuan Palace, was already scratching his heart with a hundred claws.

In the middle of the night, the emperor disappeared, without guards or retinues, and disappeared in the middle of the night.

Although this is in the palace, it has been less than a month since the empress was assassinated, and the emperor's safety is still the top priority!

It's just that in the palace, except for the emperor, there is not even a serious master, the queen mother and queen are not there, and the concubines are all indifferent, Liu Defu is in a hurry, and he always feels that the back of his neck is cold, and he feels like he is going to lose his head at any time!

Just when he couldn't resist going to the commander of the imperial guard, the emperor returned.

With a gloomy expression, he entered the Qianyuan Palace without saying a word and went straight to the dormitory.

Liu Defu hurriedly followed up to serve, but was kicked out.

After a long time, only to hear the dull sound of metal objects falling to the ground in the hall, Liu Defu suddenly had a bad thought, and rushed in at the risk of losing his head, between which the emperor sat on the edge of the dragon bed with a blank expression, and a royal dragon dagger fell under his feet, and on his strong wrist, blood was gushing!

"Escort, escort! Imperial Doctor, Imperial Doctor!"

Liu Defu's panicked and shrill voice resounded through the Qianyuan Palace, and the palace suddenly became chaotic.

The emperor watched numbly and coldly as the people in the palace circled around him, and closed his eyes tiredly and lonely.

He just wanted to know what it was like when she left.

Is she in such pain?

So hateful and unwilling to come back?

In the morning of the next day, the gossip of the emperor's assassination in the middle of the night was privately spread among several important ministers, especially the great eunuch in front of the emperor came out to announce that the emperor was unwell and suspended the early dynasty for three days, and the ministers were in an uproar.

"Father-in-law Liu, what is the emperor's situation, we must see it with our own eyes to rest assured!"

Prime Minister Song Wenru grabbed Liu Defu, who was leaving.

Liu Defu shook his head helplessly: "The emperor said, no one will see it, unless it is ......"

The minister Qi Qi set his eyes on Xu Qinhou, who was standing in the front row on the side of the general.

Recently, Wei Beihou, who had more white temples, was the old god, without a look, and the wat board in his hand arched towards the dragon chair, turned around and strode away.

Assassinated, why didn't he just die?

Wei Beihou was still insensitive to the news of the emperor's injury.

Such an arrogant Weibei Hou provoked people to sigh, and some people secretly blamed.

"Phew, what kind of shelf is the ruler of the country, what kind of Qiao will you take advantage of! Isn't it just a daughter, and she dares to be angry with the emperor, and I don't know how the emperor can tolerate such disloyal and unrighteous people!"

Although Xu Chenghuan is the queen, she is only a sixteen-year-old girl, she is dead, the old lady of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military family, the old lady, have to cry for her, and there are many people who are unhappy in their hearts.

It's just that the people who secretly said such things were all found wrong and demoted within a few days.

"She's not here, and my family has to take care of it. The Emperor muttered to himself.