The palace was filled with shade, and the flowers in the garden withered prematurely, and the remnants of the flowers that had been laid out on the ground gradually faded and rotted in the rain......

And the west side of the Imperial Garden was even worse, as if there were dark clouds hanging over the sky, the wind was gusting, the ghosts were crying wolves, and the rusty iron locks that shook the small door on the west side were clanging, as if there were monsters suppressing them.

The palace people pass through this place mostly in pairs of threes and twos, if there is really only one person, they can only endure fear and bow their heads and leave in a hurry.

In this gloomy landscape, only the silver pear tree is full of flowers and undefeated.

"When you pass by the Imperial Garden recently, don't be alone, I heard that a palace maid who took a shortcut disappeared yesterday, and it seems that the person is still in the palace of Concubine Liu."

"What, it's gone, it's not haunted over there, is it? Every time I pass by the Imperial Garden, I feel a gust of wind and a chill down my spine. ”

"I heard Xiao Linzi, who was waiting in Changle Palace, say that more than a dozen palace people have disappeared in just a few days!"

Several palace maids whispered under the porch, occasionally glancing to the west as they spoke, as if they were worried that something terrible would suddenly appear.

In this silent environment, someone put the broom in his arms, stretched out his hand and touched his arm, and seemed to be frightened.

"What are you doing?"

A soft and cold voice suddenly appeared, and several palace maids were so frightened that their bodies went weak, and their legs were as if they had been discounted, and they couldn't use their strength at all.

They swallowed their saliva carefully, and they were so frightened that they blocked their throats.

Slowly and stiffly turned his head, but what he saw was Jing Xiu in a purple robe, his heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and he fell to the ground after losing his strength.

After realizing that it was Jing Xiu, several people gathered their minds again, knelt on the ground tremblingly, and stammered some words begging for forgiveness.

"What are you doing lying on the ground, do you still need me to teach you what to do?"

Jing Xiu held one hand in front of him, glanced coldly at a few people on the ground, and the words he said were indifferent but shocking.

The palace people rushed to the side with the sprinkled sweeping things, and they were busy sweeping the courtyard and rubbing the pillars.

Their hearts were fluttering rapidly and heavily, and their perception was at its strongest at this moment.

They breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the faint sound of footsteps disappear completely.

"You say that Grandpa Jing walks silently and is elusive? It scares the hell out of me! ”

"I don't know, he's always like this, he feels very yin! He just glanced at me so faintly that I couldn't sit still. ”

"By the way, he seems to be from the west side of the Imperial Garden, why did he ......?"

"Shhhh Don't talk nonsense, do you want to go to the Penal Division! ”

Jing Xiu went straight back to Changle Palace, and then bowed down and stood outside the hall.

The sunlight in Yundu should have been bright, but it was obscured by the clouds and mist, leaving only a faint light.

On cloudy days, the windows of the main hall are closed to prevent the cold from entering the temple. Only a gap is left on the left and right to allow air circulation.

There was a cough sound in the hall from time to time, and he could clearly feel the kind of forbearance that he desperately suppressed but couldn't suppress.

"Brother Huang, that old witch has become more and more unscrupulous recently!

I heard that more than 20 people in the palace have disappeared, many young children in Yundu have also disappeared, and several adults have been drained!

If this continues, the clouds will be chaotic! ”

Princess Ann and Princess Ann wandered in the palace, and the embroidered handkerchief in her hand was crumpled.

In April, charcoal fires were still burning in the temple.

Princess Anhe and the high princess standing on the side all oozed light sweat from their foreheads, only Emperor Hongjing's face was pale, and he tightened the thick cloak on his body from time to time.

His eyebrows were full of exhaustion, and his eyes were as deep as the sea, intertwined with countless emotions, but he didn't have much brilliance because of it.

He lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "I don't know, but now is not the time." ”

He always thinks more than Princess An He, who is protected under his wings.

As an emperor, he needs to take care of the whole country, as an elder brother, he has to protect his sister, and as a father, he has to consider his son......

He knows far more things than Princess An He, who is carefully protected by him, and the facts that An He knows are only the tip of the iceberg.

The conspiracy and danger lurking behind it are like evil spirits lurking in the darkness, everywhere and eyeing the tiger, with the strength of one person, the courage of the moment cannot be resisted at all!

"When is the time! Do you have to wait until she sacrifices the palace again and attacks Yin'er before you are willing to do it!

She has countless sins on her hands, thousands of lives, and you still want to tolerate her! Do you want to wait for her to repent before calling her a queen mother? ”

An He's face was hideous, and when she thought of the woman who was ready to sacrifice her alive regardless of the affection between mother and daughter, she was left with a bone-cutting hatred in her heart...... And fear.

But what she hates the most is that Ji Qianrou will attack Yu Yin!

Her daughter, too, has been in that bloody hell once!

Yin'er was still so small at that time, a small soft lump, just opened her mouth to call her mother, but she was captured by that vicious woman, and such an important first birthday banquet in her life was ruined!

After being rescued, he didn't cry, make trouble, or speak, and didn't return to normal until he woke up with a high fever half a year later.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone has doted on her wholeheartedly, hoping to use love to erase the pain of Yin's childhood.

Anhe will never forgive that woman, even if that woman gives her life!

Hearing An He's questioning, Emperor Hongjing felt a pain in his heart. Questioned by the people closest to him, the pain came more violently than anything.

"Cher's ......"

He called softly, and stopped talking, his handsome eyebrows covered by sorrow.

How can you make it clear for a while?

Even if he did, he would only pull her into danger.

Let's not talk about it, when everything is settled, she will understand her painstaking efforts.

"Believe me, I won't let you have any problems."

He closed his eyes and sighed, and when he opened them again, the deep sea under his eyes turned into a pool of death.

The meaning of farewell in the words, where could An He, who was carried away by hatred, hear it, only the lips of the father-in-law Gao on the side trembled, and the eyes that looked at Emperor Hongjing were full of pity and sadness.

An He was still unwilling to give up, and it could be seen that Emperor Hongjing coughed heartbreakingly again, and the hatred in his heart was instantly replaced by worry.

"Brother Huang, how are you, don't scare me!"

An He squatted down and leaned against Emperor Hongjing, patted him on the back gently, and the carefully drawn eyebrows were squeezed together, and a pair of apricot eyes were also dyed with water.

Emperor Hongjing carefully wiped the corners of his lips before retracting his handkerchief, and then pinched the handkerchief together and put it into the cuffs.

He smiled lightly and gently, and said with weak relief: "Don't worry, it's been all over the years, you can relax." ”

In order to dispel An He's doubts, he sneered and said, "That old witch didn't do anything good, but because of her witch blood, it is difficult for ordinary illnesses to appear in us.

Don't worry, I'll be fine. And you see, we're all as young as ever. ”

An He seemed to believe it or not, looking at the hair of her eldest brother Shengxue, her heart was like a knife, but she couldn't help but nod her head at the doting and reassuring eyes.

"Brother Huang, you can't be fine!"

An He knelt beside him and said almost stubbornly.

Emperor Hongjing didn't look at her eyes, raised his lips and whispered, "Okay-"