It's not like a place for people, it's more like a pepper room, waiting for happy events to come here.

He didn't have to wait long before footsteps were heard outside the hall.

The figures on the corridor flickered, and they entered the hall in a stream, and the cold night of the north hall looked in the direction where the movement came, and saw a group of palace people holding trays walking into the hall with their heads down.

At the forefront was a white-faced bearded old eunuch.

As soon as he brought someone in, he saw a slender figure standing by the window, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Lord Shangshu is awake?" ”

Imperial Palace, Shangshu ......

Put these two words together, and then look at the big red wedding clothes held in the hands of those palace people, a trace of enlightenment appeared in Beitang's cold night's heart.

The fragments of time intercepted by the mirage all came from this old land.

This is six hundred years ago - six hundred years ago in the Xuanyuan Dynasty.

Sitting on that dragon chair was an unprecedented tyrant, bringing the darkest hour to this earthly dynasty.

He has a perverse temperament, cruelty and tyranny, and loves torture, not to mention a harem, even if the ministers in the court disobey his wishes, he will also be given death.

- A colleague who had been together with him the day before, the next day he would see his head hanging like a lantern on the city wall, dripping with blood.

As long as he likes someone, whether the other party is a married woman or not, whether her husband is a courtier who works for him, he will forcibly take people into the palace.

- If you obey him, you can live in the harem for a longer time, and if you don't obey, you will also become a lantern to decorate the imperial city.

Six hundred years later, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is at best cowardly and incompetent, and if you want to say that the perverse actions have caused public anger, it is this red-clothed tyrant.

He could be so mad that he took his minister, Bai Shangshu, who was once the young master of the crown prince, into the palace, and asked him to become his concubine as a man, and was finally expelled from the throne by his own brother, killed with his own hands, and returned the country to a clear state.

The only tyrant in the history of this Xuanyuan Dynasty who was not buried in the imperial mausoleum, and the historical records are mostly negative, is the owner of this happy palace.

And Beitang Hanye's current identity is the Shangshu who was forcibly taken into the palace by him and humiliated to the extreme, and wanted to be named a concubine as a man.

"Lord Shangshu, today is a good day chosen by His Majesty, and the Shangyi Bureau has made a wedding dress, and I ask you to try whether it fits." The old eunuch met his gaze, bowed and said.

This Bai Shangshu has always been extremely cold, but his gaze has never made him feel so oppressive as he does today.

At this moment, the old eunuch looked at him more like he was looking directly at a sword than looking at a picture of a beauty.

He couldn't say these two sentences several times under the other party's gaze.

But thinking of the emperor's order, the old eunuch still insisted on finishing speaking. After all, offending the person in front of him just doesn't have a good life, but offending the emperor is directly dead.

Seeing that Beitang didn't speak in the cold night, the old eunuch raised his hand and waved his hand, asking the palace people behind him to step forward and change his clothes.

These palace people approached quickly with their clothes and hair crowns, and they didn't dare to raise their heads.

When the emperor came, he glanced at the people in front of him, and was dragged out and beaten to death, and his body hung outside the palace.

It's just that when they came to Bai Shangshu and saw the dustless upper appear under their noses, they heard a cold and ruthless voice sounding in front of them: "Stand down." ”

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Chapter 70

The dust in the old eunuch's hand trembled.

The palace people who came towards him with clothes and hair crowns all knelt on the ground at once.

Lord Shangshu, who had been forcibly taken in by His Majesty and imprisoned in this side hall, stood in place, his dark eyes staring at them with a wave of displeasure, and the perfect face that even the most powerful painter in the court could not depict without the slightest expression.

"Lord Shangshu......" The old eunuch calmed down, stepped forward, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty said that you want to change into your wedding clothes, and the lives of these people in the palace are tied to you."

Beitang's gaze swept over the palace people who knelt on the ground.

"They have all the children in the house, and they are counting on this errand in the palace, if they lose their lives—"

The old eunuch knew Bai Shangshu's temperament, a gentleman was dignified, merciful to the weak, and knew what kind of words to use to make him submit, but this time his words were interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"What am you doing with me?"

The voice of the white-clothed Sword Venerable sounded, and the old eunuch's face trembled, and the expression on his face turned into astonishment.

When the palace people kneeling on the ground heard this, their already trembling bodies trembled more and more, and they put the trays in their hands on the ground covered with heavy carpets, and kept kowtowing to the cold night in front of them:

"I beg my lord's mercy, please save the slave's life!"

"There are eighty mothers in the slave family, and there are crippled brothers, and the slave and maid cannot die! I beg your mercy! ”

However, this crying voice was in the ears, and it couldn't make a sword heart move a little in the cold night of Beitang.

Not to mention that these are just remnants of time, the real palace people have died six hundred years ago, even if they are really alive, if they die here, they are destined to have this catastrophe.

The old eunuch saw that he raised his eyes, and looked into these cold black eyes, which seemed to be soaked in ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years, and only felt a cold that was completely different from the eyes of His Majesty.

His Majesty's temperament is uncertain, he is walking on thin ice in front of him, and he may lose his life if he says the wrong word, but after Lord Shangshu wakes up today, his heart is like cold iron, as if no matter how many people die in front of him, he will not be made to blink.

"Adult ......"

The old eunuch felt that his knees were weak, and he almost knelt down in front of him, but he saw Bai Shangshu, who was standing in the evening glow, like a statue of a beauty, and said, "Let Your Majesty come over." ”

Although he, as a courtier, used this tone to ask the emperor to be in person, which was very rebellious, but the old eunuch's eyes lit up.

In the past, Bai Shangshu didn't want to see His Majesty, every time His Majesty came here, he had to get seriously ill, and today he took the initiative to ask His Majesty to come over?

Beitang's voice in the cold night Gu Jing Wubo, continued: "Since he wants me to wear a wedding dress, then I should come by myself." ”

He lowered his eyes, his gaze swept over the blood-red dress.

The same fragment of time taken from the Xuanyuan Dynasty, the same is the same drama of fratricidal warfare, if Chu Yiyang is also here, then who will his identity be in this illusion, the answer has been revealed.

Wedding Palace, Marriage...... The answer he couldn't verify in the previous illusion has a chance this time.

Beitang Hanye had already given birth to a trace of anticipation, wanting him to come to him as soon as possible.

Perhaps because of this rare mood, a throbbing pain suddenly came from the heart of this frail shell belonging to mortals.

The white-clothed Sword Venerable, who was standing by the window, felt a blackness in front of him, couldn't help but shake it, and stretched out his hand to support the windowsill.

Seeing this, the old eunuch immediately guessed that it should be Master Shangshu who had been poisoned before, and the remaining poison had not been cleared, and now it had another attack because of emotional ups and downs.

He stopped wanting to step forward to serve, looked at the pale Beitang cold night, and had a plan in his heart.

"This ...... My lord," Beitang said cautiously as he heard him in the cold night, "It is unlucky for a newlywed couple to meet before they get married, and Your Majesty and your lord are kings and ministers—" How could the emperor be ordered to come over like this?

Holding on to the windowsill to stabilize himself, Beitang opened his eyes again, and his eyes were still dark for a while.

His mind was unaffected, but his body was very uncomfortable.

He didn't want to waste time here, and since the emperor couldn't come, he would go by himself.

However, as soon as he moved, he felt the throbbing pain in his heart even worse, and a fishy sweetness surged up his throat, and blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth in an instant.

The surrounding light and shadow instantly withdrew, and the people trapped in this shell fell into darkness in front of their eyes.

……

By the time he regained consciousness, the sky outside had gone completely dark.

All the red candles in the hall had been lit, and there was a slight sound in the air from time to time.

The first to come back is hearing, and vision has not yet recovered.

Limited by this body, Beitang couldn't open his eyes for the time being, but he could feel that he was lying on the bed.

Before he could wake up, someone approached, and a warm and soft touch fell on him, followed by a warm liquid with a strong smell of medicine.

The fingers that Beitang Hanye placed on his side twitched, and he felt that as the medicinal juice entered his throat, the throbbing pain in his chest gradually dissolved.

The man with a bowl of medicine in his hand, who had finished feeding a bowl of medicine to the unconscious man in this way, sat on the edge of the bed and straightened up.

The light of the red candle fell on him, illuminating the blood-red robe and the particularly hideous five-clawed golden dragon on it.

The red-clad tyrant has a flamboyant face, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows hide a compelling material.

His eyes were lighter in color than ordinary people, and they looked like amber in the candlelight, adding a bit of brilliance to him, and at this moment the bottom of his eyes was deeply reflected in the unconscious man on the bed.

The hall was silent, the emperor did not wear his own crown, and his black hair, which was as deep as the night, was only half-tied behind his head with a white hosta.

When he looked at the person on the bed with his eyelashes lowered, a small mole on his right eyelid was revealed, like a little cinnabar unintentionally falling on the face of the beauty in the painting.

The man on the bed, who was always dressed in white, like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal dust, was now wearing a red robe of the same color as him, and his long hair, which was always neatly tied in the crown of his hair, was spread out, reflecting the pale and fragile face of his perfect face, and the more heartstrings were stirring.

The red-clothed emperor looked at it for a moment, then raised his right hand, his fingertips brushing the sleeping man's face a few inches away.

There was a deep infatuation in his amber eyes, and a hint of madness in the deepest part.

The poison in the people on the bed was in the palace, and those who resisted him went to great lengths to sneak into the palace in order to make him miserable, and poisoned him, no matter how upright the young prince was, and how innocent he was in the paranoid love of the tyrant.

As long as he is awake, the person lying in bed will express his protest and dissatisfaction in his own way about being locked up in a cage made of gold, but ......

The tyrant stared at him, and between the opening and closing of his lips, which were becoming more and more ruddy from the contamination of the medicine, he let out a viper-like voice: "It's not safe to be around me, how can I feel safe to leave the teacher outside?" ”

Now the things that are sent into this palace, whether it is food or medicinal juice, as long as they are to be entered, the person sitting on the edge of the bed will be the last line of defense, and taste it for himself.

The emperor will test the poison, and I am afraid that there is no second person in the world who has such treatment, but the person in front of him may not appreciate it.