The outside is still as lively as ever, but a major event has happened in the palace.

The frail Nine Emperor Princes, who were frightened by the assassins, were seriously ill, and the imperial physicians in the palace were helpless, and the emperor killed the imperial physicians in a fit of rage.

A heavy rain arrived as scheduled, but the Nine Emperor Princes, who should have been haunted on the sickbed, suddenly disappeared.

For a while, the heads of the palace people who served the Nine Emperor Princes turned white.

The news reached the ears of the emperor, and he was so angry that he shouted three times in a row, and sent a large number of people to find it, but most of the day passed, but nothing was found.

At that time, Concubine Zheng was talking about family affairs with her brother in the long corridor, and the corners of her mouth that had just curved instantly brewed a thunderstorm in her eyes after hearing the news.

Da Si Nong's eyes were slightly dark, and when Ah Mei said goodbye, he raised his hand slightly to stop it, ready to find it together.

Knowing the son Mo Ruomu.

When Concubine Zheng Guifei arrived at Shuitian Palace, a group of trembling palace maids knelt on the ground, and Concubine Zheng raised her hand and asked with a cold face. "What was unusual before His Highness disappeared?"

The palace maids kept kowtowing, but what they said was something inconsequential, Zheng Guifei frowned, and when a layer of anger accumulated in her chest was about to be released, a palace maid suddenly closed her eyes, boldly stepped forward and knelt down, and said in a not very neat voice. "Niangniang, when Imperial Physician Xu entered, it was raining heavily outside, Your Highness, Your Highness, kept looking at the closed door, and didn't retract your gaze for a long time."

Concubine Zheng Guifei fell into deep thought, and Dasi Nong Zheng Congee imagined that the Nine Emperor Princes were looking straight out of the door, imagining that it was raining heavily outside at this time.

Suddenly, Concubine Zheng's eyes lit up. Pulled up his brother and went to the Tingyu Building in the cold palace.

Along the dilapidated path, pushing open the rusty gate, I saw the figure shrunk under the plane tree, and from a distance, the figure blended into the bleakness and loneliness of the cold palace.

Zheng Guifei's hand holding the oil-paper umbrella shook, as if for a moment, she understood the bitterness and the drag of the entanglement in the heart of the figure.

Hearing the sound of small footsteps, Xiao Qingjue raised his head with a pale and bloodless face, let the raindrops hit his face, and along the winding raindrops, as if going back in time, the blurred picture on the long river in his memory appeared again.

What was blurry in front of me was the ruins all over the ground, a row of dilapidated plane trees, and two stiff figures. It seems like a dream is not a dream, it seems to be true or not, but the vermilion lacquer gate is faintly flashing in my mind, the green lights of the ancient temple, and the azaleas blooming all over the sky, and the long road full of fallen leaves......

On that rainy night, the person in my memory threw away the oil-paper umbrella like crazy and hugged himself tightly in the corner.

Those stories have long since changed their original appearance, but she still stays there over and over again, replaying the parts that time refuses to let go.

Time...... Stopped.

Her queen mother also lost the oil-paper umbrella in her hand in the rain like the person back then, her eyes were red like crazy, she held her tightly in her arms, and her choked voice came, "I have lost her, I can't lose you again......"

Xiao Qingyu came back to his senses and couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain in his eyes.

Dasi Nong Zheng Congee held an oil-paper umbrella and protected the two of them under the umbrella, and said with a calm and indifferent expression. "Qingju, don't be willful, you are not alone, you are the honor and disgrace of the Xingyang Zheng family, those glories engraved on the tombstone, waiting for us to revive him......"

So, whatever you've been through, it's time to let go.

The emperor's body is getting worse and worse, and there is almost no possibility of having children.

The few princes who stayed behind are likely to rewrite the development of this dynasty.

And the Nine Emperors are the bets pressed by the Zheng family in Xingyang. The emperor has not established a prince, and in order to expand his power and overwhelm the enemy, the princes have tried their best to win over the big family with steps and pawns. In the same way, some declining Shida families supported the prince's seizure of power and formed different regimes for the sake of family prosperity.

Xiao Qingyu lowered his head and slowly hooked the corners of his mouth. "I've heard before that the rain in this rain pavilion is very different, and when it comes today, it's just that, let's go back......"

That person used to whisper in his ear to listen to the legend of the rain tower.

The man went to the empty building and watched the rain for the man. And so, give up.

It was a dream of that person back then, and it was also a knot in his heart.

Sister, even I hate myself for being so embarrassed.

Concubine Zheng was stunned for a moment, nodded slowly, put the clothes wrapped around her body on Xiao Qingjue's body, and then carefully helped Xiao Qingjue all the way to the Shuitian Palace.

This matter was revealed.

The rain outside was still falling, from the majestic heavy rain to the gentle lingering, the raindrops sprinkled on the path piled with fallen leaves, deep and shallow knocking on the plane leaves all over the ground, leaking to the dilapidated eaves of the Listening Rain Pavilion, leaking to the memory of those people and things that had passed away.

After going back, Xiao Qingyu had another serious illness.

Regarding Xiao Qingjue's disappearance this time, Concubine Zheng Guifei punished the people in the Shui Tian Palace, and did not mention it again, so she lightly revealed it.

The emperor came to see Xiao Qingyu a few times when he was in a coma, and after he returned, he listened to the minister's opinion, issued the imperial list, and looked for a miracle doctor.