Another year of the rainy season in June—

The night of the palace fell quietly. The red-walled siege under the moon became hazy and foggy, lacking the majesty and solemnity of the blue sky and day.

In the imperial study, Emperor Jingxiao was dressed in a dragon robe that had not faded, busy with candles in front of the bookcase, and his figure under the lights and shadows showed a bit of depression.

The Ninety-Five, the royal pen Zhu Pi, the circle falls, how many families do you control the life and death and seizure?

The candle flame in the glass jar was clearly flickering, and the halo passed through the gap in the side window, and the flowery carved patterns on the window lattice cast on the misty marble steps under the porch, which was not very clear.

After reading the chapter, Emperor Jingxiao closed his eyes heavily, leaned his back on the dragon chair with a slight bow, and kept rubbing his eyebrows with his two fingers.

He hasn't slept comfortably in recent nights. In the daytime, he went to the Taoist palace of the national teacher Yu Xuanji to take the golden pill, but it didn't work.

Gonggong Hu duly summoned a little eunuch in at the right time and put the supplements in the food box on the bookcase.

"Your Majesty, this is the Donglai blood bird's nest stewed by the imperial concubine for you, and I hope the emperor will take care of the dragon body."

Emperor Jingxiao put down the imperial pen and glanced at the oily and half-transparent jade jade bowl.

Since the repeated accidents in the West Factory, Emperor Jingxiao has been indifferent to Yongning Palace.

At the beginning, I heard that the emperor had the intention of establishing the West Investigation Factory, and it was Wan Yuyao who sponsored Ming Lan in the palace to serve as the governor of the West Factory.

Now, the eunuch who has not done enough and has more than enough failures has become a laughing stock of the government and the opposition.

If it weren't for the fact that Wan's face was taken into account, and after Xichang took over the Youzhu Tribute Courtyard, the tribute girls who had been offered to the palace in the past year were satisfactory, and the emperor did not bother to remove the official position of the governor of Minglan Xichang.

And this year, Wan Yuyao has also become demure, and she even learned to play a good wife and mother, cooking some exquisite dim sum by herself every once in a while, or sending stews to the emperor, or reporting the recent situation of the two little princesses to the emperor from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would forget that there was still her Wan Yuyao in the harem.

Emperor Jingxiao ordered the blood bird's nest to be removed, and his gloomy gaze moved to the jade seal that had been prepared for a long time at hand.

The candle flame crackled, and the emperor's cold eyes reflected the head of the dragon on the jade seal, and his haggard facial features gradually became sharp and angular.

turned his head to Hu Gong and said fairly:

"Come and grind, I want to draw up the ......"

Suddenly, someone outside exclaimed:

"Someone! There are ghosts, there are ghosts—"

The sharp voice of the chamberlain pierced the night sky with uncontrollable tremors, sounding terrifying.

"What's going on—"

Emperor Jingxiao Long Yan was furious, slapped the table with his palm, and said justice to Hu Gong:

"Check it out!"

Gonggong Hu withdrew from the imperial study in a panic, and soon returned sweating profusely, his face was ugly green.

"Your Majesty...... The Emperor ......"

As soon as he saw the emperor, Gonggong Hu's knees were weak and he knelt directly on the ground, stammering in his mouth, and couldn't say a word.

Emperor Jingxiao was even more stunned when he saw this, got up angrily, shook off the dragon robe, and strode out of the imperial study.

The palace corridor at night is unusually wide. Because the exclamation just now was too strange, a team of forbidden soldiers and a number of chamberlains rushed to escort the emperor to the place of the accident.

In front of a high wall, they saw a man standing tall in the clear light of the moon.

The man was wearing a bright yellow python robe, a gorgeous long dragon crossed his shoulders and piercing the clouds, and the dragon's head was in the middle of the placket.

Looking at the dragon's teeth and claws, Gu Shoushengwei, even every piece of golden silk scale armor on the dragon's body is exquisitely embroidered and ingenious.

The man wore a gilt beaded nine-dragon crown on his head, a jade belt around his waist, his eyes were blazing, and a wisp of light hair on his chin swayed in the wind.

In an instant, Emperor Jingxiao seemed to have been frozen by a spell, and stood motionless in place, so nervous that he couldn't breathe. The forehead covered with cold sweat, and the green tendons protrude from the skin one by one.

A pair of eyes that suddenly shrank into two black dots landed firmly on the man's face.

The face, the man's face is—

Emperor Jingxiao clenched his fists tightly, his heart seemed to stop beating suddenly, and he felt a thick and gloomy death aura gather around him, wrapping his whole body tighter and tighter......

In the crowd, the one-year-old chamberlain suddenly knelt on the ground, and kept slamming his forehead to the ground like crazy, knocking out a "bang" sound, and shouting hysterically in his mouth:

"It's the Emperor! The Emperor has appeared! The Emperor has appeared! Long live the Emperor, long live, long live, long live—"

The exclamation exploded through the crowd like thunder, causing a commotion. People looked at Emperor Jingxiao, who had a hideous face, and were frightened, confused, and at a loss.

In this boiling commotion, the person in the dragon robe not far away was still standing still.

Only then did everyone realize that it was actually a dummy.

Emperor Jingxiao was furious, and roared in court with a big white face:

"It's just presumptuous! Someone, pull this nonsense official out of the noon gate, and the golden gourd hits the top-"

At the same time, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but secretly guess:

Who is so bold as to do such a prank in the palace in the middle of the night, in front of my eyes?

"Yes."

The forbidden army did not dare to slack off, and the two of them stepped forward, dragging the kneeling attendant to the outside of the palace, ignoring his piercing cry for mercy.

"Come on, quick, quickly carry this dummy down and burn it!"

Emperor Jingxiao was still angry, and the sound of shaking his sleeves and shouting was ruthlessly interrupted by a sudden flute in the air.

The flute sounded......

The crowd was once again in a panicked situation.

Everyone looked stunned, looked left and right in horror, and their frightened eyes frequently fell on the towering walls and towers, carefully searching for the source of the strange flute sound.

At this time, all the frightened eyes saw the moon in the sky, and at some point it turned blood red.

A flock of crows flew by in the night sky, crashing into each other with no head or tail, as if they had been anomalously frightened.

With pieces of black feathers falling in the air, Emperor Jingxiao's body was vain, and he sat on the ground when the world was spinning.

"Your Majesty!"

Gonggong Hu and the two chamberlains hurriedly stepped forward and helped the trembling emperor up.

Flute ...... The melodious flute sound -

Not only Emperor Jingxiao, but most of the people present knew that when the former emperor Huanan Hongyi was alive, he was the most vocal and especially fond of playing the flute.

Legend has it that every time the emperor played the flute in the imperial garden, he could attract cranes in the pond.

As soon as Emperor Jingxiao got up, he fell into the arms of Gonggong Hu.

How could he not know about this flute that spread out of thin air? From a young age, he listened to his father play this piece until he grew up.

Emperor Jingxiao raised his hand, trembling and pointing to the gate of the palace, and the sound of walking out of shape was intermittent, completely endless timidity and panic:

"Quick, quick, pass me on...... Chuan Dongchang Admiral entered the palace-"

……

Leng Qingtang was ordered to investigate the palace dummy case, and he had no clue for half a month.

Obviously, the so-called midnight flute and the manifestation of the emperor are just deliberate actions.

Because he was burdened with a shocking secret, Leng Qingtang knew better than anyone the true cause of Emperor Dayi's death.

And the other people who knew the secret in person had either taken refuge in the current saint a long time ago, and they had already suffered a bloodbath, just like Zheng Ran's family-

Now that the dummy case came out, Leng Qingtang began to believe that there were other people in this world who were also aware of the existence of the truth back then.

But what is the purpose of this ingenious move by the initiators?

Just because the cause of the emperor's death has another inside story, he simply wants to take revenge on Emperor Jingxiao?

In any case, it is not possible to determine whether the person who did that is friend or foe is not conclusive until an in-depth investigation into the truth is launched.

That night, the Admiral's Mansion was summoned, and Xuan Leng Qingtang entered the palace to face the saint.

When he saw the dummy whose appearance imitated that of the previous emperor, he suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart, like a five-flavor bottle shattered to the ground.

In these days of investigating the case, Leng Qingtang always thinks of people and things in the past.

The first emperor, Lan Guifei, Zheng Guogong, and the old overseer of Bian, the faces that had passed away for a long time, like pictures tumbling on the marquee, flashed in Leng Qingtang's mind in a loop.

Furthermore, he will also think of Gu Yunxi, who has been missing for a year.

Because the search order was unsolved, the Quandong Factory and various parts of the country never dared to be lazy for a day, and stopped the search for Gu Yunxi.

In every boundary of Dayi, a carpet search has been carried out countless times, but the girl on the portrait seems to have evaporated from the world, and there is no trace to be found.

There were idlers in the East Factory who said that the woman the governor was looking for was long gone.

This word reached Leng Qingtang's ears, and the gossip was immediately executed, and no one dared to spread rumors about Gu Yunxi's death.

Leng Qingtang never believed that Yunxi was no longer alive, although many dreams continued, but after people woke up, they would brainwash themselves again and again:

She is still alive, she must be alive, but she has not been carefully found by him and his men......

It's night, lightning and thunder—

Leng Qingtang dreamed of the ancient and verdant laurel tree in the house.

Full of goose yellow, the wind is quiet, and the fragrance is fragrant.

The man's skin was brighter than snow, his facial features were beautiful and good-looking, standing among the yellow flowers everywhere, and his lake blue green gauze was dancing in the wind.

Seeing him coming, she was shallow under the falling flowers, and called him affectionately:

"Overseer!"

Yunxi –

When he woke up with his eyes open, as he had done many times, Leng Qingtang looked at the empty room in a distracted manner, and his big hand stroked the half of the bed that was also empty and cold.

On this, there is no longer his Yunxi, and there is no less little girl with eyes as clear as glass and a clever mind.

At a moment, Leng Qingtang got up with empty eyes and put on a casual robe.

When I opened the door, I saw heavy rain in the courtyard.

Listening to Xiao Shen, the night when Yunxi went to Minglan Mansion, it rained extraordinarily heavily.

Looking at the rain curtain in front of him in a daze, Leng Qingtang thought that this rain should be as heavy as the rain that night.

Suddenly, as if he was enchanted, he ran all the way to the stable without his cloak and robe, pulled the reins of the horse, turned over the horse and rushed out of the governor's mansion.

The horse's hooves were like wings under the whip of the wrath, and they galloped through the mountains and forests to the top of the highest mountain on Yuyu Mountain.

The dark eyes were covered with sadness and despair, and he stared blankly at the rain curtain.

Behind the curtain of water, there are many mountains that rise and fall, countless and indistinct.

Looking at it, the man's nose suddenly soured. There was obviously some rain on his face, but it was warm and dripping into his mouth, and he tasted a little salty.

"Yunxi—"

Leng Qingtang suddenly let out a loud voice, and let out a thunderous roar in the face of the mountains.

The mountains were empty, splitting his mournful cry into echoes that spread far into the sky.

Only the sound of the pouring rain seemed to be the only response to his confession.

In the darkness of the sky, the man in rags, suddenly lost his way.

These eleven years of planning, fighting openly and secretly with others, at any cost, unscrupulous means, just for revenge?

Or is it that starting from the entrustment of the emperor and walking on the thorny road of revenge, the closer you get to the supreme power, the more you lose yourself and gradually forget your original intention?

Whatever it was for, he had won most of the time now.

After the bloody suppression, the power of Xichang in the palace was much less than before.

After experiencing the dummy in the deep palace, Emperor Jingxiao's dragon body also deteriorated. Today's government and opposition are the dominant factories in the east factory.

But is he happy?

Just as Minglan asked back then, what did he Leng Qingtang lose in a fight?

What exactly is lost......

Yes, he paid a price worse than death.

Only then did he understand that holding power in his hands and looking at the world was not as good as the scorching cinnabar in her eyebrows.

PS: I don't like the rebirth of ancient sayings very much, maybe the character determines the reading taste, I think the ancient sayings should be pure and pure, without those nonsense idealistic thoughts. It is not too tiring to create ideas as you like, so you don't write so-called routine essays. The stalk that recently changed his face is really at the limit of what he can bear.

In this article, Feng'er strives to restore the true male protagonist of human nature, and describes the contradiction between the pursuit of power and the love for the female protagonist as delicately as possible. Those chasing the feminine and weird and strong male protagonists in the old routines control the readers,You can make a detour by yourself,This article is not a rebirth house fight and then the palace fight,Strong men and women join forces to usurp the world's routine,The little heroine here is softer and sweeter,The poisonous tongues are merciful.。