I didn't sleep for half a night, but my mood calmed down a little, and I also remembered what I had taught me to forget for a long time - the secret guards sent out were all folded in the palace, did Aunt Ke know Jiang Zhuo's scheme? Is she worried about me and having trouble sleeping? Also, after being replaced by Jiang Zhuo, what is Kuang Xiqing's situation?

If she can hide it for a while, how can she hide it for a lifetime? What about the officials who knew her well? What about the palace guards who served her closely?

Although I am angry that she usurped power and seize the throne, but the matter has come to this point, in the end, I don't want her to show her feet, so I lose my life, I am really conflicted, but I am even more worried.

After thinking about it, the heart lake that had just calmed down a little bit was rippling again.

Sitting up in cloak clothes, I only felt that the room was sluggish and dull, and I was suddenly irritable, so I took my shoes and walked slowly to the door, knowing that the outside must be heavily guarded, but still had a glimmer of hope, and gently opened the door.

In the quiet of the night, even the slightest movement will be infinitely magnified - I can't escape the attention of the guards, I looked up at the obscure night sky, and suddenly lost interest.

There was no moon tonight, obscured by gloomy clouds, and even the stars were only faintly few, and the light and flickering were dotted on the sky, adding a bit of gloom.

I was about to turn back to my room, but I heard a hoarse female voice ask, "What, can't you sleep?" ”

Huo Ran turned around and looked, it was Jiang Zhuo.

Her clothes were still the same as when I came to see me in the evening, the light was dim, and I couldn't see her face, I had the heart to grab her hand to test the temperature, but I couldn't help it, just frowned: "Why are you here?" ”

More deep and heavy, the night is as cold as water, don't go back to rest, what is the pestle doing at someone else's door?

Seeing the tiredness between her eyebrows and her dry and wrinkled lips, I couldn't restrain my irritability, and my voice couldn't help but get a little colder.

“…… It's nothing, you go and rest on your own, don't worry about me. She looked away and said lightly, but she didn't intend to leave, as if she was determined to be a door god in front of my room.

"You're here, teach me how to rest?" The irritability in my heart spread over the waves, I calmed down and gave the order to expel the guests, "If I remember correctly, I will go to court early - the imperial sister will never take the court lightly." ”

Since you want to play the role of the emperor, then do your best, don't slack off, this is not a role-playing game, if you don't do well, you will end up in a catastrophe.

Hearing me mention Kuang Xiqing, she finally looked up, but her eyes were just gone, as if she was suppressing some emotion, and only after a while did she respond in a low voice: "Okay, I'll go...... Rest for yeast. ”

I didn't reply, just stared at her intently and stroked the hem of my clothes, and when I turned around, I seemed to take away the loneliness all over my body, and I couldn't help but say in a loud voice: "Wait." ”

She turned around and looked at me earnestly, as if she had been waiting for this voice for a long time, and there was a hint of hope in her eyes.

Before I stopped her, a lot of questions flashed through my mind, but I really stopped her, but I suddenly didn't know what to say.

secretly regretted it, but still stubbornly said, "Where is the imperial sister?" I want to meet her. ”

The sparkling light of the eyes dimmed for a moment, like a dead star; Her chapped lips pursed tightly, fading the last of her blood, revealing a bit of fragility...... However, it was only a blink of an eye, and her expression returned to her usual coldness, and the corners of her lips actually hooked up a trace of curvature, although the arc revealed a little coldness: "It's okay, it's time to make a break." ”

"Broken? What do you mean? Feeling a little uneasy, I stepped forward and grabbed her sleeve and asked.

She just turned around: "Come with me." ”

Tightening my cloak, I quickly followed Jiang Zhuo, who had already walked a few steps away, and followed her all the way through the main hall of the Chaolu Hall, turning onto a hidden path.

The trail was hidden behind a few low, but luxuriant bushes, and would have been impossible to spot from afar with the naked eye had she not opened it on her own initiative.

Along the way, it seems that I was lucky not to run into half a figure, but I know that there have been hidden guards around us to protect - it is conceivable that these guards must not be a group sent to me by Yan Ke earlier, but Jiang Zhuo's people.

When I didn't know, how many henchmen did she cultivate, how many puppets she raised, and how many hidden chess pieces did she hide?

Since when will this unhurried back that walks in front of me, still standing tall, no longer bring me peace?

Passing through the uninhabited path, a dilapidated and old palace suddenly appeared in front of me, judging from the red paint falling off the palace door, I am afraid that it has been some years; There was a plaque on the top of the door with mottled handwriting, and I couldn't read it clearly, and I couldn't find the slightest impression from my memory, so it was the first time I had been here.

I never thought that Jiang Zhuo was more familiar with this place than Kuang Xihan, who had lived in the palace since she was a child and had lived for many years, which shows how long she had been planning and how much she attached importance to this throne...... For a while, her heart was so complicated that she was stunned for a moment before she stopped and turned around.

I watched her pick up the brass ring on the door and knock on it for a short rhythm, and after a while, the door opened from the inside, and a guard in a strong suit poked his head out vigilantly to look at it, as if surprised at what he saw, and just wanted to salute but Jiang Zhuo raised his hand to stop him.

Silently followed Jiang Zhuo into the door, looking at the front yard that was no different from the dilapidated outer door, I couldn't help but wonder: "This is here?" ”

――Could it be that Kwong Xiqing is not locked up in a prison, but in this dilapidated palace?

However, in addition to being dilapidated and old, this place does not look like a place to guard important hostages, but like a cold palace where concubines are imprisoned...... She should know better than me the consequences of teaching Kwong Xiqing to escape, and she wouldn't make such a mistake.

"This way." Jiang Zhuo didn't explain much, but motioned for me to continue walking inside.

Seeing that she always had a stiff face and an unhappy look, and that the guard who opened the door was also far away, I immediately lost interest in speaking, and waited for her to enter the inner hall first, and then silently followed in.

I don't know what mechanism she pulled in the room, but when I entered, I heard a "Kerakala" sound of the machine turning, and then, like a scene from a movie, the bookshelf in the corner of the wall automatically moved a little bit to the side, revealing a small door that could accommodate one person.

There was a faint candle light coming through the door, but it didn't smell as moldy as I had expected, and it seemed to be a well-ventilated fortification.

Without being stunned, I followed Jiang Zhuo's footsteps again, walked into the door, and heard the sound of the machine again, and the door closed by itself.

The door is a solid masonry structure, forming a winding road with a peak and loop, which is convenient for defending ambushes, and there is an oil lamp embedded in the wall every few zhang, which illuminates the slightest, leaving no dead ends; At every corner were two armed guards, oblivious to what we were going through, just holding their positions, motionless.

With such an arrangement of guards, not to mention a living person, not even a fly can fly out.

The rising curiosity and amazement dissipated when he saw the familiar figure in the dark room, turning into disbelief and distress.

At the end of the corridor of the dark room, there is a stone room five zhang square. There were no guards in the stone room, only a boxy black iron cage in the center; Each iron pillar is three fingers thick, and ordinary people can't help it, and the gap between the fences can only be used by an adult's fist.

The handsome woman who taught me to be amazed at the first sight was now locked in that iron cage.

He had no long things, his hair was scattered, and he had to wear a thin white coat loosely.

She sat cross-legged on the only straw mat in the cage, her eyes drooping, but her back was straight; Holding a book in his hand, he looked at it with satisfaction, as if he was still in the study of the Shiyu Palace, and he was still the master of the Ninety-Five-if it weren't for the iron cage, no one would feel that this was a prisoner who had lost his freedom.

"Han'er, you're here." Hearing the movement, she put down the scroll in her hand, raised her eyes, and it seemed that she didn't care about Jiang Zhuo who was walking in front of me, and only looked at me at a loss from beginning to end - her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, her smile was calm, and she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Touching those gentle watery eyes, I stood in place in a daze, not daring to step forward, only to feel that the tears in my eyes burst down without warning: "Sister Huang! ”