The surging wind and rain gradually subsided, leaving a bleak and decadent place. www.biquge.info After all, the green leaves also have affection for the roots, and it is also attached to this world; the glazed tiles on the wall and the top of the temple are also broken on the ground, glowing with a bright green light, as if telling people about its horror.

It's not just it, it's impossible for everyone in the palace to be calm.

With such a big wind and rain, how can it be calm?

The emperor stepped into the Xuanhua Palace, worried, frowning under the thick eyebrows, the black pupils in his eyes shrank again and again, only to see the guards of the night vigil staggering one by one, like paper people diagonally on the ground unconscious.

The guards around the emperor were busy, some were busy looking for the imperial doctor, some were cleaning up the scene, and more were protecting the emperor's safety.

The Emperor's fists clenched tightly, and he strode into the depths of the hall, all he cared about was her. What about Yuxia? She'll be fine! This is all he can do to comfort his panicked heart.

The emperor was worried, he only hated himself for being too careless, he actually neglected her, and left her here alone, he was afraid, afraid that something would happen to her, very afraid.

The warm pavilion was quiet, as quiet as ever, the emperor was like a world away, his heart was mixed, obviously he was only away for two hours, how could there be such an almost absurd idea? The Emperor shook his head, trying to shake off the uneasiness that haunted his heart. He approached the warm couch step by step, the heavy veil covered the scene inside, he couldn't see the people on the couch clearly, and his heart was even more blurry, anxious and anxious.

He lifted the veils that blocked people's sight layer by layer, on the couch, Zhang Yuxia was still asleep, covered with a thin blanket, and the corner of the blanket was tightly grasped in her hand, as if she was grabbing the emperor's big hand, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly wing that was about to spread her wings, the emperor's heart was put down, and a smile appeared on his lips, he reached out to smooth the hair on her forehead, but he was suddenly afraid of disturbing her, the big hand paused there, hesitated for a while, and finally retracted his thoughts, only sat quietly on the edge of the couch, watching her sleep soundly.

It turned out that watching her sleep was also a pleasure, and even so, he could feel the joy of each other's hearts. The emperor's narrow eyes were full of tenderness, how long he had been sitting, he didn't know, until a pair of legs were sore, he felt his tiredness, his lack was so heavy, he would lie on Zhang Yuxia's side in a kimono, pull the thin blanket, gently take her hand, hold it in the palm of his hand, the emperor's heart was instantly peaceful, what he wanted was this peace of mind, now he held it in his hand, printed on his heart, he was satisfied, and there was nothing else to ask for.

The emperor closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

……

"It was stormy last night, and that kind of formation was really scary, I heard that someone saw a female ghost enter the Xuanhua Palace."

"Really?" The green-clothed palace maid's eyes widened, and she looked at the pink-clothed palace maid nervously, her face turned white.

"The guards in the Xuanhua Palace haven't woken up yet, and the people in the palace say that they are confused by ghosts...... I'm afraid that even if you wake up, you will be stupid and stupid, and it is better to die. ”

"Don't talk about it, it's so crazy." The green-clothed palace maid looked up at the red and bright sun in the sky, folded her hands, and prayed in her mouth.

"What do you do?" The pink-clothed palace maid looked strange, and Ying Ying said with a smile.

"Exorcise disasters and avoid evil, our hometown encounters unclean things like this, and we all bow to the sun like this."

"But people say that the ghost is the incarnation of the emperor, and it's so powerful, I'm afraid it can't be easily subdued like that."

The two little palace maids were talking and hurried away, not realizing that there were always people behind them.

Not far behind the little girl, the faces of the two sturdy men were pale, and the little girl's conversation fell into their ears without a word, and the two stepped up their steps and crossed in front of the little girl.

The bright sunlight disappeared in an instant, and the hearts of the two little girls suddenly tightened, and the green-clothed palace maid was so frightened that she only glanced at the two tower-like people, and then retreated behind the pink-clothed palace maid with her shoulders strained.

"You, what are you going to do?" Even though the pink-clothed palace maid was bold, in the face of such a close strength, it was no less terrifying than seeing a ghost, and her trembling voice stumbled and ran out, and she also slipped out of her great fear.

"Gossip is strictly forbidden in the palace, shouldn't you say what you just said?" The strong man is fierce and vicious, and his expression is as heavy as a mountain.

"The slave and maid don't dare anymore, beg the uncle to spare us, spare us......" The two little girls shook their bodies and fell to their knees on the hard ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic, and the ground was thumping.

The sun in the sky couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and quietly disappeared into the clouds.

"The emperor has repeatedly ordered that it is strictly forbidden to spread false information in the palace, but who knows that you have committed your own crimes, today, you will accept your fate."

The strong men were harder than iron, their faces were dark, and they couldn't help but pull up the palace maid who had been paralyzed into mud and turned forward.

The little girls recognized that it was the direction of the Punishment Division, and their hearts instantly despaired, and they no longer begged.

Begging doesn't change their fate, they already know what awaits them.

……

Woe comes from the mouth, and silence is golden. After these two cardamom little palace maids were steamed, those two words that should have been kept in mind immediately became the life creed of the palace people, and the palace people were silent, and no one mentioned the haunting of Xuanhua Hall again.

Under the light of the sun, the palace has regained its resplendent and peaceful appearance, as if last night was just a dream in people's long-term memory, a dream, which will soon be forgotten.

However, how can such a vivid dream be forgotten? I'm afraid that the years will pass, and the pain will be engraved in my heart.