Who is she?

Why can't he remember her?

A fear of losing his loved one forever spread through his heart.

He shouted angrily: "Say! What's going on? ”

Chun Xing has seen this love poem, it was written by Queen Sang, when Queen Sang was still there, he watched it many days a day, and no one was allowed to touch it, but he didn't want to, but now he saw it again, God, he should have thrown it to him before.

It's too late to throw it now.

I can only find a way to hide it.

"Hui Gongzi, that's, that's, that's written by the princess."

Chunxing had an idea and pushed it on the princess.

Yes, it's the princess, and the princess is close to the princess, so that he won't be suspicious.

Feng Runsheng listened, frowned, and glanced at the love poem a few more times: "This is not the princess's handwriting." Chunxing, you lied to me. ”

Chun Xing lowered her head and didn't dare to look at his eyes, because she didn't look at his eyes, so she had the courage to continue lying: "The slave doesn't dare." It was indeed written by the princess. I said it was for you to appreciate it. ”

She hinted: Don't think about it, it's just an ordinary love poem, and the princess didn't write it for you.

Feng Runsheng was still suspicious, and asked her to look up: "You look at me and say." ”

Chunxing's scalp was numb when she heard this, her hands were hidden in her sleeves, and her palms were sweating.

Calm down.

Don't panic.

Childe forgot everything.

She can't show her clues when she kills.

Chun Xing soothed herself like this, and when she raised her head, her panicked mood had calmed down, and when she spoke, she even smiled: "Childe, it wasn't written by the princess, who else wrote it?" You just came to Jingdu, which lady will be so close to you? Or even write you love poems? Besides, the princess won't allow it. Princess's heart for you, don't you know? ”

She had the courage to quip: "You had a high fever two days ago, and I can't remember many things, but fortunately, they are all unimportant things, but this thing must not be forgotten, otherwise the princess will be sad if she knows." ”

She spoke eloquently and with a natural expression.

Feng Runsheng met her eyes and didn't find any other clues.

But the seeds of doubt were planted.

"Really?"

He muttered, turned his head, and saw the rain hitting the window, crackling, and raining heavily.

The night was already deep, and it was not the time to go to the palace.

"That's it. Let's get out. ”

He lay down, hugged the love poem, closed his eyes and slew.

He'll go to the palace tomorrow to verify.

Palace

Zhaoning Temple

The night is deep, and the autumn frost is cold.

Lying in bed, Sangi dreamed of his sister again, and returned to their childhood after a long absence.

At that time, they were only five years old, and they were bullied by the palace people because their mother fell out of favor and entered the cold palace.

Once during the Mid-Autumn Festival, my sister really missed her mother, so she sneaked to the cold palace, and as a result, she was deliberately pushed into the well.

Fortunately, there was no water in the well, it was an abandoned well, in addition to a thick layer of fallen leaves, there were also several corpses of palace people, so it played a relieving role, and did not kill my sister on the spot.

But my sister still fell into a coma on the spot.

Because he was unconscious in a dry well, no one knew.

Maybe someone knows about it, but they are also indifferent.

They are princes and princesses who have fallen out of favor, and in this palace where they eat people and don't spit out bones, the princes and princesses who have fallen out of favor are the same as the concubines who have fallen out of favor, and they are not as good as pigs and dogs.

He had no one to help, so he searched for himself for a long time, shouting so much that his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't find his sister.

He was so worried that he broke into his father's palace and begged him to send someone to find his sister.

Naturally, many palace people and guards stopped him along the way, he was forced to hurry, pulled out the guard's knife, it was too heavy, he couldn't swing it, so he hugged it tightly in his arms, the blade pierced his skin, and blood flowed down from him.

It scared them away.

In this way, he entered his father's palace and saw his father.

The father is already very old, lying on the dragon bed, with gray hair, loose skin, and bags under his eyes that hang down to his nose, but there is still a favorite concubine next to him.

The concubine screamed and threw herself into his arms, saying that she was frightened.

The father seemed to be distressed, saying that he was ignorant, and asked people to drag him down to the board.

Bang bang bang.

The heavy board fell on his ass and it hurt him to death.

It hurts so much.

He cried out in pain and cried out in pain: "Father, my sister is gone, please save her." ”

He didn't know how long he shouted, but his father finally came out and looked down at him, his eyes growing compassionate.

"Father, sister, save my sister-"

He stretched out his bloody hand and grabbed the hem of his garment, his eyes full of pleading.

He squatted down, picked him up, and sighed: "It's a brother and sister relationship." ”

He felt that his brother-sister relationship touched him deeply.

He finally sent someone to find his sister.

But after two days, I don't know if they didn't care, or if someone else had other plans, anyway, they got nothing.

He still couldn't find his sister.

He was frightened, coupled with physical injuries, and had a high fever, and it was also during the high fever that he heard his sister's cry for help.

Later, he relied on the kind of sibling induction to find his dying sister.

It turned out that my sister fell into a coma for a while and finally woke up, but she was so scared that she couldn't cry, so she could only whine: Brother save me. Brother save me.

After many years, Sangqi heard this cry for help again.

"Brother, help me, I'm not dead, I'm still alive, brother, help me-"

His sister's voice echoed in his head.

Sangi felt like he was crazy.

He seemed to be hallucinating, and heard his sister's cry for help, which lasted three nights in a row, and fell asleep night after night, tormenting him to death.

He even began to reflect on whether his means of ascending to the throne were disgraceful, which is why he had today's catastrophe.

But which superior does not have blood on his hands?

My father should have died a long time ago.

When he gives him a beauty, he gives him a ride.

The royal brother who once bullied him should also die.

They are the moths of the country, they do not learn and do not know how to eat, drink and have fun, they are corrupt and pervert the law, and he kills them for the people of the country.

Only my sister.

My sister is innocent.

When he first ascended the throne at that time, his ambitions swelled, he killed traitorous ministers, killed brothers, and killed his six relatives so that he didn't recognize her, so he sent her to Yan Kingdom.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven.

He calculated to the end, losing the throne, losing his sister, losing everything.

He deserves it!

Hahaha!

He wanted to laugh, but shed tears: Sister, I'm sorry, don't torture me.

He covered his ears, heartbroken, and rolled on the bed, not wanting to hear her again.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came in.

Then, Chu Xian's excited and uneasy voice came: "Zhaoningjun, Your Majesty, Your Majesty has returned to the palace!" ”