Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching, and for many people, this year is only the most difficult and terrifying. That night, with the will of Emperor Jianheng, the old people who had served in Changchun Palace were all arrested overnight and put in the prison of Beizhen Fusi, even after experiencing the fall of Changchun Palace, these palace people also lived a beautiful life after all, where did they withstand the torture tools of Beizhen Fusi?

However, on the second day, Concubine Cheng's cronies back then, and now Sui Zhu, who was in the Huanyi Bureau like Suiyue, could no longer withstand the pain of flesh and skin, and shook everything about Concubine Cheng clean.

Once a hole is peeled open, it can no longer be contained.

Killed the court officials, killed the prince's sons and grandsons, and as a harem wife, secretly colluded with the court officials, intending to shake the country's foundation.

Each of these, each of them, is enough to kill a person.

All this seems to be peeling off the cocoon, Jin Yiwei along every vein, little by little, all the disguises wrapped in the truth have been stripped clean, when the old past surfaced, the former Cheng Guifei, and now the Shuren Wang family will no longer be the gentle and dignified appearance before, and has become a femme fatale in the eyes of the world.

The snow outside the corridor still hasn't stopped, gently like a thin and soft goose feather, swirling in the air, falling to the ground little by little, and the waning moon tonight is covered by layers of floating clouds, imprinting a faint and dim light.

The big red silk lanterns of the six palaces are still hanging everywhere, the light like red clouds and haze seems to be connected into a sea of lights, a slight gust of wind passes, the silk lanterns under the corridor are swaying, and the sea of silver and red lamps is like turning up waves, ups and downs, suddenly, people think they are in a fairyland.

Compared with the luxury and liveliness of the six palaces in the east and west, the north palace in the far corner is a little scared in comparison, although it is a ruined palace, the north palace also occupies a huge area, at a glance, the dilapidated palace, the red paint that has fallen into disrepair and peeled off, and the piece of glazed gold tiles that have been broken in half, it is even more devastating.

With a gust of wind, coldly blowing through the dead vines and old trees in the courtyard whose leaves had long since fallen, only to hear falling to the ground, the dusty dead leaves were violently rolled up by the wind, and swirled, and suddenly the dust was filled, and the dead leaves were indifferently thrown into the cold and wet corners in the distance, and fell into mud.

The sound of the wind was like the cry of an unjust ghost, penetrating every dark place in the empty and deep north palace, and the miserable moonlight penetrated through the withered branches, fell to the ground, and sprinkled on the closed doors and windows of the palace, like one ghost after another reaching out for their lives.

At this moment, as the two small lights in the darkness gradually expanded, getting closer and closer, you could see two people slowly walking towards here, and suddenly, at a glance, it seemed that they had come from hell and came to take their lives.

The light of the lantern poured into the north palace little by little, and the next moment, Feng Wei, who was dressed in ink-colored mink, walked to the front of the west hall with two lines of attendants, and his eyes fell on the dark and gloomy palace door at will.

With a "squeak-" sound, the two chamberlains gently pushed open the door of the hall, and a dusty, damp and moldy smell suddenly hit their faces, and the two chamberlains couldn't help but want to fan with their hands in disgust, but when they saw Feng Wei's bland expression, they stiffly put their hands down and carefully retreated behind them.

"Overseer, let the slaves go in first—"

Feng Weifang crossed the threshold, and he could hear the careful voice of the person behind him, Feng Wei tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his lips were a little playful.

"Could it be that this North Palace is really haunted?"

While speaking, Feng Wei turned his head leisurely, looked at the dark hall in front of him with only a little moonlight, and said with a smile: "Even if it is haunted, that ghost should be the life of the Wang family." ”

In the gloomy shadows, the corners of Feng Wei's lips hooked up with a sneer, and his eyes were slightly cold, with a coldness that he had never felt before.

Seeing that Feng Wei entered first, the people behind him also hurriedly followed carefully, passing through the layers of torn veils, the light became less and less, and everyone gradually disappeared into the darkness, if it weren't for the lamp in his hand, it would really be to the point where he couldn't see his fingers.

Feeling the chill rising around them, the attendants couldn't help but look around with some fear, and when they saw the strange shadow of the moonlight falling through the branches, they shrank more and more.

It wasn't until he reached the deepest room, through the hollowed out door, that he heard a chamberlain suddenly scream, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, his body shrank back, and he pointed to one place tremblingly, and said with a cry: "Ghost, ghost-"

This scene suddenly shocked everyone and panicked, at this moment, Feng Wei was unmoved, just looked over calmly, but saw a white figure sitting in front of the shabby makeup mirror, his hair was draped to his waist, again and again, endlessly.

"Light the lights. ”

Feng Wei's indifferent voice stunned everyone, and a few bold ones hurriedly lit the lights in the hall, and the room that had originally fallen into darkness was suddenly shrouded in a dim light.

"Shuren Wang, take the order. ”

Feng Wei's voice was flat and slow, and he couldn't hear the slightest tone, in the cold air, the hand of the person in front of the makeup mirror who was slowly combing his hair seemed to gradually stop, only to hear the sound of "pop-", the half-broken wooden comb was pressed on the case, and the next moment, with the sound of the wooden bench rubbing against the ground, the person slowly turned around.

The Wang family in front of him is thin and tall, even if the cloud hair has long been like withered grass, the skin is not as well maintained as before, under a gust of wind, the wide-sleeved plain dress is more lined with her like a dead tree, faintly, you can see the thin bones under the thin layer of skin, under the miserable white moonlight, her face is sunken because she is too thin, and her cheekbones seem to be much higher, even if she is a beauty from the Wang family, after all, she can't survive the years and wind and frost.

It can be seen that no matter how good the skin is, what is the use?

After death, it is nothing more than a dry bone.

But even so, the Wang family still raised his chin coldly and arrogantly, as if he was still the concubine who was the grace of the saint and overlooked everyone.

"Father-in-law Feng, don't come unharmed. ”

Wang's careless words fell into the air, and immediately attracted a waiter to scold: "Presumptuous!"

Feng Wei raised his hand indifferently, looking at the curvature of the corners of Wang's lips, but his eyes were more gentle.

"With the Holy Mandate in my body, I won't say much, or—"

Feng Wei smiled slightly in his eyes, and said unhurriedly: "Take the order." ”

Seeing that the Wang family in front of him was indifferent, the attendant behind him wanted to step forward and kneel down, but Feng Wei didn't say much, and then took out the scroll of holy intent, unfolded it, word by word, and read it very clearly, so that when he finished reading, he could still hear the aftermath.

Putting away the holy decree, Feng Wei saw that the Wang family was still standing there, and silently, the smile on the corner of his lips made people feel cold.

"Wang, Your Majesty's holy grace is immense, for the sake of your giving birth to His Royal Highness King Luo, it is a great grace to allow you to keep a whole corpse. ”

After speaking, Feng Wei put the rolled up holy decree into his sleeve, and with a flick of his index finger, an attendant stepped forward with a tray, and under the moonlight, he could see that the plate was quietly placing white silk, wine, and a cold dagger.

"Wang, choose. ”