About three o'clock later, the night had already fallen, and the wind gradually blew in the air that had been a little stuffy, blowing the leaves in front of the court, rolling up and flying up one after another, and falling into the distance. Under the corridor of the six palaces in the east and west, the palace people gradually lit up two red gauze lanterns, carefully picked up with bamboo poles, and hung under the eaves, faintly falling a red light like water lines.

Because of the strong wind, the lanterns were blown back and forth, and the candles inside were almost flickering, as if they would be blown out at any time. (Note: According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, the harem hung red yarn lanterns at night, and the emperor took down the red yarn lanterns of the palace when he was fortunate to have a certain palace, and the eunuch in charge of patrolling the streets ordered the rest of the palaces to turn off the lights and go to bed.) ）

Although the wind and sand are raging outside the Qianqing Palace, the palace people outside the door are also quiet and do not say a word, the room behind the soft curtain is extraordinarily quiet, and the smell of ambergris is permeated, when Feng Wei carefully unloaded the cloak and walked in, he saw Emperor Jianheng sitting calmly behind the dragon case, turning over a book in his hand, and the tickets were neatly placed in front of the case, which showed that today's government affairs were already over.

Hearing the slight footsteps, Emperor Jianheng did not raise his head, as if he was in a trance, but Feng Wei, who approached, clearly saw Emperor Jianheng's constricted eyebrows and deep eyes.

"Your Majesty. ”

Emperor Jianheng raised his head indifferently when he heard this, and saw Feng Wei in front of him extremely respectfully said, "Which palace is Your Majesty going to tonight?"

As soon as the words fell, Emperor Jianheng lowered his eyes and said without the slightest interest: "I will rest in the Qianqing Palace tonight." ”

Feng Wei was not surprised when he heard this, he immediately answered, and cautiously retreated outward, and just when he was about to turn around, he heard Emperor Jianheng behind him say: "Prepare to go to bed." ”

Feng Wei hurriedly turned around and nodded, then quickly withdrew, and quietly said to the waiter waiting outside the door, and the palace people who patrolled the street passed the news to the Sixth Palace.

Happy, since the emperor has not gone to any palace after all, especially since he entered the palace to favor the harem of the Chuxiu Palace Zhao Guiren, since the night of the fight I don't know how to anger the holy face, that night due to excessive fright fever fever, now has been sick for three days in a row, no improvement, but the emperor is ignorant, not even a chamberlain has been sent to go. The Chuxiu Palace, which was originally proud, has now become a cold palace, which shows that this emperor's favorite may not be prosperous for a long time.

But even so, they couldn't hide their loss, and this loss was naturally three nights in a row, and the emperor slept alone, and they couldn't even see the emperor.

Even though they thought so, everyone didn't dare to say a word, silently took down the red gauze lantern in front of the palace, and went back to rest and sleep.

When Feng Wei came back, he had already brought the palace maid who served the washing, personally served the emperor to wipe his face, untie his hair, change his bedclothes, and saw the emperor sleep, so he carefully bowed down and lowered the layers of curtains and retreated slightly.

Gradually, this gust of wind became stronger and stronger, almost violently rolled up the stones on the ground, crackling on the closed lattice window, suddenly the sand and dust filled the sky, so that people could not open their eyes, suddenly, the trees in the palace were blown to the loud, even the branches were urged to shake, occasionally heard a "creak", this strong wind was stunned to blow off the three-finger-thick branches, blowing up and throwing to the side of the pebble path.

At this time, the Fengxian Hall stood silently in the raging wind and sand, the stone and the sand and dust were scraped to the top of the yellow glazed tile heavy eaves corridor, making a crisp sound of "crackling", the palace people on duty in the Fengxian Hall couldn't help but also take their sleeves to block their eyes, but found that it was useless, the wind and sand entered the eyes, and the straight pain of the wind and sand caused even tears to gush out.

Because the apse of the Fengxian Hall respects the tablets of the ancestors of the Daxing dynasties, only when the ancestors are worshipped, the tablets are honored to the front hall and sacrifices are held. The black gilt tablets of the order after order are placed in the middle, even if you walk in and wipe them during the day, you feel a burst of chill, and you will feel goosebumps inexplicably.

Coupled with the ghosts and gods of the harem for so many years, it is inevitable that people will be a little frightened, so on weekdays, no one in the apse of the Fengxian Palace has always been willing to go to the night guard, so under such a shirk, it naturally falls on those low-grade, low-seniority of the little waiters.

At this moment, listening to the sound of the wind like the cry of a night ghost, a few small attendants standing under the corridor and guarding couldn't help but be a little panicked, when the wind blew straight up, the force could almost push people back a few steps, when they saw the distant sky faintly drawn down a bright lightning like day, almost reflecting the night sky on that side, those few attendants were afraid, turned their heads to see the candle flame in the hall shaking violently, it seemed to set off many shaking strange shadows.

The attendants got together, their faces gradually turned pale, and they seemed to hesitate for a long time, and finally they were afraid to hide in the room next to the apse.

And at this moment, an imperceptible black shadow suddenly appeared in the back of the palace, and then jumped sharply, and firmly climbed under the eaves of the palace, and tied a black cloth kite made of iron rods to the kissing beast very neatly.

Because the night sky is full of black clouds at this moment, and it is under the strong wind, the kite made of pure black cloth is flying in the night sky and there is nothing to see, the person under the eaves watched the lightning in the distance gradually approach, and suddenly heard the muffled sound of rolling spring thunder in his ears, and immediately jumped away.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, and the lattice window that almost shook "clanged", trembling for a long time without stopping.

Feng Wei, who was guarding the Qianqing Palace, stood silently behind the door of the front hall, watching a dazzling lightning suddenly explode in the sky, and then a thunderous thunder sounded on the ground, and his hanging hand tightened slightly, only feeling a little uneasy.

About half a day later, the crackling rain gradually fell, and when it fell to the ground, it was a mark as big as a chess piece, and a moist smell mixed with earth suddenly rolled up and lingered on the tip of the nose.

Suddenly, an extremely dazzling, as if wrapped in a cold flame, a narrow lightning bolt suddenly slashed down, and in an instant, it seemed to be a sharp sword that sharpened iron like clay, cutting through the inky night sky, and when the muffled spring thunder shook like a retreat, the black kite suddenly moved, as if conveying something.

The next moment only between the electric light and flint, and a sharp and rapid lightning split, only to hear the sound of the sky cracking and cracking, the apse of the Fengxian Hall suddenly sounded the sound of cracking, and then the glazed tile roof on the palace was suddenly shattered, and instantly fell down the stone steps in front of the hall, making a burst of explosion sound.

When the attendants came out in shock, they saw such a scene, in the night sky of lightning and thunder, a dazzling and dazzling tongue of fire gradually spread under the eaves of the palace, because every palace in the palace was a wooden building, so the fire burned at a completely unimaginable speed, "crackling" Suddenly, like an entrenched fire dragon, the strong smoky and burnt smell gradually reached the tip of the nose, watching the original vermilion temple door being smoked and blackened, the few attendants were already shocked and couldn't move, and one of them even wet his pants.

And at this moment, a noisy human voice gradually sounded outside, and before they could react, the sound of the clash of armor suddenly sounded, and then in the exclamation of Qi Qi, a figure rushed into the burning apse like a swift wind, and then two, three......

I forgot to mention that the nightmare in the previous chapter was inspired by Li Junxian, the "martial lady" who took the blame for Wu Zetian during the Tang Taizong period, because of the sentence "After three generations of the Tang Dynasty, the heroine Wuwang replaced the Li family and owned the world." "And die.