The night was late.

But there are people in this flowery Weiyang Palace who don't sleep. He wore a nightgown coarsely over his body, leaning against the railing and looking into the distance.

The ground was covered with rice paper that had been blown by the night wind. He painted, wrote, and was distraught, so he lifted the wine cup and drank again.

It's like being drunk and dreaming of death, so that a flash of inspiration can occur in your mind.

"Your Majesty, will you rest? This painting, wait until you wake up and paint again. "The old eunuch is only promised, he doesn't know how to persuade His Majesty. What's in the painting? A woman is in a light posture, dancing.

Although, there are not a few women who have danced in front of His Majesty, and there are also many people who have been named harem concubines because of their graceful dancing. But when the old eunuch saw it, he had eyebrows in his heart.

Is this "Mayfly Feather" again? Your Majesty is really stunned, that man is already dead. Even the self-proclaimed King of Zhongshan, who has always been affectionate, has transferred his affection to the newcomer, but what is Your Majesty doing?

Shuge has never been his person, and he has never had any affection for His Majesty. Your Majesty, is the Majesty of Great Qin. You should take good care of yourself and take care of the society in the world......

Many words were buried in the heart of the eunuch who was close to him, and of course he couldn't say them all.

It's just that the windows next to it are closed, the night breeze is so cold, and His Majesty's health is not good. He lay on the ground, carefully packing up His Majesty's ink treasures one by one. His Majesty the Emperor has been like this since he was a child, and the more disturbed he is, the more he likes to paint. One by one, it seems to outline his own mood.

"Don't take it! I didn't draw the best, the most vivid, and I wasn't allowed to put it away. The Emperor leaned against the carved balustrade, drank his wine, and then bled the cold wind into the distance.

In this way, how can the body be good? He scolded, so frightened that the palace maid didn't dare to pick up those messy drawing papers, looked up at the eunuch in charge, obeyed his father-in-law's orders, and quietly went down.

"Am I stupid, do you think I'm stupid? If you are reluctant, why do you want to come up with such a bad idea? Let that woman go to the Zhongshan Palace. I thought she had fallen out of favor, and I could still watch her dance in my palace every day. "His Majesty the Emperor drank wine and said a lot of things that should not be said.

"Your Majesty is stupid, but it is ...... Because of the king of Zhongshan, he messed up the pace. Your Majesty, that kind of dance, the old slave will find someone to dance again. "Father-in-law is for the sake of Kuanyu Wengong's heart, who would have thought that this Princess Shuge would make His Majesty so sentimental with a dance? His Majesty is a genius, and his calligraphy and painting attainments are unique in the world. But since I was a child, I have to compare with my brother Yu Wenheng, who is good at conquering the world! He's so bitter......

So the shocking "Mayfly Feather" can make His Majesty seem to have found a soulmate, he cares about Princess Shuge, and he has already exceeded the meaning of competing with the King of Zhongshan. Princess Shuge's death made His Majesty have a knot. No one's dance can touch His Majesty's heart.

"No one in the world knows that dance anymore...... Without! Yu Wengong shook his head, he had hatred and confusion. I begged my brother once, knelt down and begged him to let him go, and when Shuge died.

But he still didn't believe that the powerful King of Zhongshan would bypass him, so he took a risk thinking that he could cut everything off in Yecheng.

Sitting on the throne of this emperor, he has already retreated. Every day when King Zhongshan returned to Chang'an was a nightmare for him. Countless times, he woke up from a nightmare in a dream that Weiyang Palace was surrounded by counter-soldiers. The King of Zhongshan finally forgot their former brotherhood.

The more he was imprisoned, the more he fell in love with the paintings he loved. It's like crazy, but all the pictures he draws are the little princess who doesn't belong to him Yu Wengong.

"She likes my paintings, sincerely, I can see it." Yu Wengong's wine jug slammed into the floor tiles of the palace with a pop, and the wine spilled all over the ground. He looked at his painstaking work, but felt the fishy sweetness welling up in his throat.

"Your Majesty!" The old eunuch looked back and exclaimed. Ran Yu Wengong didn't know anything, he finally staggered and fell. Sight was drowsy.

Great, he's finally able to sleep. Painting his favorite paintings, it seems that he can escape from the nightmare of not being able to rest. He hopes to wake up and he is no longer the emperor of Qin. can give him a way out, can give him a chance to start over.

Although, with his brother's temperament, it was just his delusion.

Ah Heng, I won't forgive him......

"Come on, come on, come on, Xuan Imperial Doctor!" In Weiyang Palace, people and horses were in a panic again. When Concubine Hanyue came back, she heard that Her Majesty had fainted again. She didn't even have time to order someone to prepare a sedan chair, so she ran on foot.

Sora followed, and he dismounted, stroking his beard and smiling slyly. The timing was just right, it was time for him to play......

(End of chapter)