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Xie Ning slowly turned his head to look at the emperor.

The emperor's face seemed so silent in the darkness.

"That's, is that enough?"

The emperor only asked this sentence for a long time.

Fang Shanggong nodded slowly, her voice as firm as what she had said before.

"That's enough."

The emperor seemed to be talking to himself: "Really? ”

Shainin's hands were cold for a while, and hot for a while. Fang Shanggong didn't say much, but the meaning of the words was so heavy that she felt that it was difficult for her to bear. For a while, she thought of the difficult juncture when she gave birth to the second prince last time, and for a while she thought of the Golden Wind Garden that she had only been to once.

The Golden Wind Garden in her memory was bleak and cold, and too many people died there, Princess Mingshou, Concubine Xian, and her aunt...... It was a place of intrigue and death.

For a while, she remembered the night when she went to see Princess Mingshou with the emperor, the tall pine and cypress trees covered both sides of the path, and the densely hanging branches and leaves brushed the top of the sedan chair, and there was a small sound, as if someone was whispering in the dark, as if it was far and near.

Xie Ning suddenly remembered that the most deserted place in the Golden Wind Garden was the warehouse in the northeast corner, where Princess Mingshou was once imprisoned.

Where Fang Shanggong was once imprisoned, could it be there?

The emperor's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Palm lamp."

Xia Yue led the palace mermaids into the palace and lit up the yarn lamps in the room one by one. Looking out of the open half-window, the lights in the courtyard were lit one after another. The stone lamp in the courtyard, the palace lamp under the corridor.

The courtyard illuminated by the lamps and the dark palace just now seem to be two completely different worlds.

Guangming returned to this room, watching Fang Shanggong sit there as peaceful as ever, and the emperor was also calm and calm. It seems that she is the only one who is still trapped in the sorrow of more than 30 years ago and cannot break free.

But even at this moment, when Xie Ning was not in her mind and absent-minded, she still instinctively captured the strangeness of Fang Shanggong and the emperor hidden under the calm.

Princess Mingshou and Fang Shanggong both said that the Baishang Palace sent by the Queen Mother killed everyone related to this matter.

Fang Shanggong survived.

How to explain the discrepancy between life and death?

How did Fang Shanggong survive? Who could save her under the Queen's control, and take care of her when she was unable to move?

The emperor stood up, helped Xie Ning to lie down slowly, and covered the thin quilt for her.

"I'll come when I go, and we'll have dinner together when I come back.

Shainin nodded.

Seeing the emperor and Fang Shanggong go out one after another, Xie Ning closed his eyes tightly, and then opened them again.

Where she is suspicious, the emperor will never think of it.

Looking at the curtain that had been lifted and lowered just now, Xie Ning got up slightly out of concern, but soon fell back on the pillow because of exhaustion.

From the pillow where she was lying, she could see that the moon had risen, and the last quarter moon was half obscured by the clouds in the sky.

She heard the baby's cry, and for a moment she couldn't tell where it came from.

Was it that thunderstormy night all those years ago?

But she was awake immediately.

This is the third prince crying. This kind of crying method is to wet the swaddling clothes again, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

When hungry he cries shorter and more urgent.

And when he felt uncomfortable, he was not crying at first, but humming and chirping in discomfort, like a cat.

Of course, the third prince couldn't speak, but Xie Ning was his mother, and she knew him sometimes as if she were a part of her own body.

People who haven't experienced this feeling won't understand. When she looked at him, she could clearly feel her blood flowing in this small body.

Some people say that mother and son are connected, maybe ......

Xie Ning was stunned.

Fang Shanggong, did she have no idea whether her child was alive or dead, and where she was?

The nurse walked in with the third prince in her arms, and after a while, the second prince also came with the nurse Fan.

Xie Ning was entangled by these two treasures, and suddenly had no time to think about that difficult and complicated matter.

The emperor walked along the corridor, and Fang Shanggong followed.

At this time, even Bai Hongqi was not waiting in front of him.

When he arrived at the door of the small study, Fang Shang Palace's Bai Hongqi had already arrived here first. The lamps in the small study were lit, the windows were open, the curtains were half-hanging, and even the tea had been made.

Fang Shanggong crossed the threshold and stood on the right.

The emperor stretched out his hand, Bai Hongqi stepped forward to serve, took off the emperor's outer gauze robe, took a light gray and cyan linen robe and put it on for him, poured the tea again, and brought it over.

Unlike before, Bai Hongqi did not hand the tea directly to the emperor, but served it to Fang Shanggong first.

Fang Shanggong was a beat slower than usual to understand what he meant, took the small tray over, slowly stepped forward, and offered the tea to the emperor.

Bai Hongqi had already retreated with great interest, not only exiting the small study, but even retreating under the porch steps, and quickly raised his hand to wipe the sweat beads from his forehead.

Obviously, the weather was not hot at this time, and the evening breeze was blowing endless coolness.

The emperor glanced at Fang Shanggong, the eyes of the two touched, the emperor's gaze seemed calm and clear, but Fang Shanggong immediately lowered his head at the moment of eye contact.

The emperor picked up the teacup and put it aside.

"Fang Shang Palace."

She lowered her head: "The slave is here." ”

The emperor paused for a moment and said softly: "Just now you said that you just want to see your child again?" ”

Fang Shanggong hesitated for some reason this time before replying, "Yes." ”

The emperor stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the blue bamboo curtain upward, revealing the lower quarter moon in the sky half-hidden by clouds.

"I used to be the same as you thought. I only want to know whether that person lives or dies, and I wish I could see her. ”

He turned his head, with an indescribable loneliness in his countenance: "I can't remember how many times I stood under the window like this, thinking about what that person would look like, what her eyebrows would look like, what her nose would look like, whether her voice would be high or low, and whether her eyes would resemble me?" ”

Fang Shanggong's body shook slightly, and she raised her head.

"How many times I have looked at the moon I have thought that she may still be alive, in this world, looking at the same moonlight as me." The emperor asked quietly: "Do you think that she and I are looking at the same moonlight now?" ”

Fang Shanggong's hand was clenched tightly, and his lips couldn't stop shaking.

He got it.

Fang Shanggong felt her eyes tingle, and the tears that had been restrained for a long time burst out uncontrollably, flowing down her thin pale cheeks.

He knew, and those words couldn't be hidden from him.

"The Emperor's ......"

"I used to think that as long as I could know my mother's news, I would no longer have the luxury of seeing her, but when it came to the end, I was still too greedy and wanted much more than that." The corners of the emperor's mouth raised slightly for a moment, but the smile was so short, as if it had been blown away by a gale.

Fang Shanggong couldn't hold back any longer, she raised her hand to cover her face, and cried bitterly.