The black clouds turned over the ink, the evil wind raged, and the sky was dark for a while.

Qu Qing, the eunuch in charge of the former emperor, pinched a handful of sweat and carried the emperor into the Shensi Palace, not caring about his hat being scraped off and the silk on his waist being scraped away by the branches.

The two little eunuchs who led the way in front of them carried lanterns with bright horns, and when they arrived at the gate of the temple, two deacons and palace maids greeted them.

These people were all well-trained, and after serving the emperor after washing, there happened to be a sobering soup from the imperial dining room.

Seeing that the emperor's face was not good, everyone held their breath, for fear that if one accidentally provoked Long Yan's anger, it would be bad.

But the more afraid of something, the more something came about, a palace maid accidentally knocked down a celadon candlestick, and the candlestick fell to the ground and shattered.

The sound of broken porcelain was very harsh, and it also shattered the last trace of the emperor's reason.

"Something that doesn't work! Pull it out and cut it! The emperor was so angry that he broke off and frightened everyone to their knees.

The palace maid who caused trouble didn't even dare to plead, if she further angered the emperor, I was afraid that it would be as simple as killing her.

When the guards heard the sound, they came in and dragged out the palace maid who was already paralyzed, and the rest of the people were terrified and didn't dare to come out.

Not far away, Zeng Wanzhi was dressed in a black robe, kneeling quietly aside, and there were several altars and jars and incense spoons for incense on the ebony table in front of him.

She was perfumed as if no one was around, as if the sky had nothing to do with it.

Because she rarely speaks, and hardly goes out, there are still people who want to slap her, knowing that she is now being favored, but who knows that she is a very cold character, and she doesn't talk much to anyone.

After eating a few closed doors, the crowd gradually stopped talking.

Some people say that this Zeng Wanzhi is a person recommended by the prince after all, and he will probably not live in the palace for a long time. When the emperor's insomnia cured, she also went out of the palace.

Thinking about it, how can such a strange person be left in the palace for a long time?

Thinking of this, everyone doesn't care about her even more, sooner or later they will have to go out of the palace, not people who have lived here for a long time, just be safe with each other.

The emperor's face was pale, and he didn't say a word. After drinking the decanting soup, he waved his hand and told everyone to stand down.

In the past, when the emperor rested every night, there were at least four or five people around him. But recently, only Zeng Wanzhi has been left, and everyone is used to it.

What's more, the emperor is in a very bad mood today, and no one dares to say more.

Qu Qing was the last to withdraw, and gently closed the door, before that, he had personally laid the dragon bed for the emperor, and Zeng Wanzhi did the rest.

Qu Qing also felt a little strange in his heart, and he didn't understand what was so special about this Zeng Wanshi, who could vote for the emperor's fate like this.

This is not the emperor's official bedroom, but all the utensils are complete, and it was originally prepared for the emperor to correct and play for a temporary rest, and I don't want this Cheng Zi to live here for a long time.

Qu Qing came out, and there were two of his apprentices waiting outside with umbrellas.

The wind swept the rain straight to the person's body, and although the two apprentices were holding umbrellas, their clothes were already half wet.

Qu Qing took his two apprentices and walked to the mountain house on the side, where they were to stay at night, in case the emperor had something to call.

"Pack up all the things that are smooth! When the time comes, it will be good to send the corpse out of the palace with the corpse. Qu Qing entered the house and took off his clothes and instructed his apprentice, Shunru was the palace maid who had just been withdrawn and beheaded.

"Do you want to give it to her family?" An apprentice asked.

"There is only one unsuccessful Lao Tzu in her family, and there is a sister who has married early, and she is such a way to die, who dares to take her corpse?" Qu Qing shook his head and said, "Let's go directly to the outside of the city and burn it!" The ashes are offered in a temple, and her things are considered incense, and we can be regarded as working together. "Flying

In the Hall of Prudence, although the emperor was already lying on the bed, his heart was still overturned and difficult to calm down.

The sudden change in the Mid-Autumn Festival night made him feel extremely disgusted and panicked.

The original thoughts of consolation were all dissipated by this bleak wind and bitter rain, and all that was left was frustration.

"Could it really be my thinness? How often does God warn me of calamities? The emperor thought to himself, "What bad things will happen next?" Is it a ground movement or a snow disaster? Or is it the most feared military disaster? ”

After 20 years as a king, he felt that although he was not very eloquent, he could also be regarded as a gentleman who kept his success.

But this year's events made him more and more at a loss, and he gradually doubted himself.

This vacillation was very tormenting, because he could not speak to anyone.

The consequence of depression is mental distress and physical exhaustion, and he can't help but have another headache when he thinks of this.

The footsteps approached the bed gently, and Zeng Wanshou walked like a cat, dexterous and light, not noisy at all.

In her hand was a candle of fish anointing oil, mixed with some mysterious spice, and exuding a strange fragrance.

I don't know if it's this fragrance or Zeng Wanshi's approach, which made the emperor's tense nerves relax a little.

The candlestick was gently lowered, and Zeng Wanzhi stood by the bed and stretched out her hands, gently rubbing the acupuncture points for the emperor.

The strength was just right, with a reassuring rhythm, the emperor's body gradually relaxed, and finally fell asleep after about half an hour.

Zeng Wanzhi gently lowered the curtain and removed the lamp and candle.

Mid-autumn night was noisy and lonely in the sound of the rain, most of the people were asleep, and only a few were still awake.

I don't know how long it took, almost without warning, the sky suddenly brightened, and then, a thunderclap rolled almost against the treetops across the night sky of the capital.

Many people were awakened by the thunder.

And the Emperor happened to have a nightmare, and he sat up with a scream, but the scream was drowned out by the thunder.

Only those who wake up from a nightmare will understand how lonely and vulnerable people were at that time, even if this person is the Ninety-Five Supreme who reigns over the world.

Fortunately, someone hugged him and gently patted his back, which was soaked in cold sweat.

The emperor trembled uncontrollably, that dream was so terrible, in the dream he lost everything.

Even if he woke up at this moment, he still couldn't come back to his senses.

He screamed uncontrollably, and even wanted to get out of bed and run wildly.

But those slender arms hugged him tightly and didn't let him lose his temper.

"Nothing! I'm gone! The emperor murmured helplessly, like a young child with a nightmare.

It wasn't until two soft and warm lips kissed his chattering mouth, and then a delicate body fell into his arms, that the emperor accepted this unclear but particularly attractive woman with a puzzled but novel face.

So, the nightmare turned into a sweet dream.

Golden Wind and Jade Dew.

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