Chang Anqing

Chapter 200
The crescent moon is as cold as a hook, hanging distantly and indifferently in the dark night sky. The misty wind and snow whimpered inside and outside Daming Palace, passing through every tall building, every city wall, and every gap between brick buildings. From a distance, it sounds like weeping and complaining, and it's like a resentful woman singing, causing an inexplicable chill to rise up one's back.

Gradually approaching, a lonely and lonely figure appeared bit by bit on the deep and narrow corridor, and I saw Yuancheng Emperor Chen Xuanzheng, who was wearing a black cloak and shoes, walking alone on the corridor step by step, holding a A solitary lamp, faintly but trying to illuminate the way forward.

Vaguely, a gust of bitter cold wind whizzed by, blowing the cloak on Yuan Chengdi's body, and the lantern in his hand was shaking around, and the flames in the lampshade flickered with it, as if at any time They will all be unable to withstand the wind, completely annihilated and plunged into endless darkness.

Staring at the barely visible road ahead, Emperor Yuan Cheng gradually felt uneasy, but there was an inexplicable force that seemed to be pulling him, making him want to try his best to get out of this section of the corridor and take a look at the darkness in front of him. What exactly is hidden.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

In the cold moonlight, heavy snow suddenly rolled down like a slant, blowing so that Emperor Yuan Cheng almost lost the only lantern left in his hand. Accompanied by this sudden snowstorm, that creepy, baby-like However, the raccoon slave's cries resounded in the ears again, even more sharp and louder than before, and reverberated through the entire tunnel with waves of echoes. Hearing this, Emperor Yuan Cheng suddenly stopped his steps, his expression frightened, The hand holding the lamp was already sweating coldly.

In the coolness, Emperor Yuan Cheng slowly raised his hand, and the lantern in his hand emitted a warm and reassuring light, faintly illuminating the front, and illuminating a baby lying quietly in the corridor.

At that moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng's right hand leaning forward with the lamp froze there.

"Wow-wow--"

Gradually, the voice that hovered in my ears just now changed little by little, but it didn't seem like a raccoon slave, but more like a real baby crying. Dull pain.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng clearly felt that his palms were gradually getting cold, but seeing the baby lying in the wind and snow tunnel, he still couldn't help walking over.

One step, two steps, three steps—

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the swaddle, Emperor Yuan Cheng's breathing almost stopped. When he was still three steps away from the swaddle, Emperor Yuan Cheng clenched his fist tightly and felt the moment when his nails were embedded in his palm. Step forward again.

When he stood in front of the baby and looked at the baby with the lantern in his hand, Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyes froze there completely, and the wind and snow in his ears were still howling, but Emperor Yuan Cheng didn't feel the slightest chill. , just watching quietly like a stone sculpture, looking at the familiar swaddle, lying quietly a newborn baby, with a wrinkled and red face, eyes closed and clearly still crying.

The feeling of nostalgia is more timid, Yuan Cheng poured all the strength and courage into his body, squatted down little by little, put the lantern on the floor tiles beside him, and stretched out his right hand tentatively, when he rubbed the baby, there was a crying sound Gradually weakened, surprised by the changes in the baby in the swaddle, Emperor Yuan Cheng once again mustered up the courage to pat the fear lightly, but the crying echoing in the corridor stopped abruptly.

"Wenhui—"

Almost at the same time, tears of excitement and remorse gradually overflowed Yuan Chengdi's eyes. The next moment, Yuan Chengdi could no longer restrain himself and knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands carefully, hugged the soft swaddle in his arms, and looked at the Ruannuo cute child, Yuan Chengdi couldn't help reaching out and gently caressing his cheek, followed by baby giggling.

"Are you Wenhui? Are you Aye's Wenhui?"

Looking at the giggling child in his arms, the red-eyed Emperor Yuan Cheng wept with joy, and it was difficult for him to express the complicated emotions in his heart.

It turned out that this was his child, the child of him and Yu Niang.

Thousands of regrets descended from the sky one by one like thousands of threads, enveloping Emperor Yuan Cheng completely, but like a spider's web, they were tenacious and did not tolerate the slightest flaw in breaking away.

"Ayer was wrong, Ayer was wrong—"

Feeling the warm touch of the embrace given by the swaddling clothes, Emperor Yuan Cheng couldn't help but embrace the baby in the swaddling clothes even more tightly, as if in this way, he would be able to keep him and this life.

"Aye—"

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded in the ear, and even the wind and snow seemed to have stopped in the long corridor. At this moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng's back suddenly felt cold, and Emperor Yuan Cheng tremblingly let go of the swaddling clothes in his hand little by little. , but saw the baby in the swaddle opened his eyes little by little, those eyes were so deep, like a bottomless abyss, which could suck him in at any time, and it would be beyond redemption.

"Aye, why don't you want me?"

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyes and pupils constricted in fear, and the baby in the swaddle actually stared at him coldly, and even calmly asked this question that he couldn't answer at all.

"Bam—"

With a sound, Emperor Yuan Cheng let go of his hand in horror, and the swaddle in his hand fell to the ground immediately, followed by a strong smell of blood, and the baby in the swaddle was gradually stained by the spreading blood. Red, soaked, but still staring at him as if staring at the prey: "Aye, why don't you want me? Why did you kill me? Why!"

As if the inner demons in his heart were completely released, rushing into his mind, Yuan Chengdi wanted to escape in pain and fear, but he felt that his legs could not move as if he was being held tightly by someone, and he could only feel embarrassed. He lay limp on the ground, feeling the sticky scarlet blood completely sticking to his palm and his body.

"Aye is wrong, Aye is wrong, Aye will never, never want you again, never again—"

As if his nerves were stretched to the extreme, Emperor Yuan Cheng fell into a pool of blood and kept chanting, but he felt a headache that was about to burst suddenly, so he couldn't help but hug his head tightly.

"late--"

A cold and indifferent baby's voice sounded, and Yuan Chengdi, who fell into a pool of blood, clearly saw that the baby in the swaddle turned into a black cat and jumped out, step by step stepping into the sea of ​​blood. At that moment, Yuan Chengdi I felt a bone-chilling fear.

"Aye won't, Aye will never kill you again—"

Just when Emperor Yuan Cheng was trying to break free, countless black cats with faint green eyes stood on the short walls on both sides of the corridor at some point, and in the midst of a whining announcement, they bared their fangs ferociously at him, and arched together. He bent his body and rushed towards him like a hunter.

"No, no, no—"

Suddenly, Emperor Yuan Cheng suddenly sat up with his head in his arms, panting with all his strength like a stranded fish, looking at the familiar sleeping hall, the quiet moonlight fell softly on the bed through the window, Emperor Yuan Cheng lowered his head in a daze, Holding the brocade quilt on his body tightly in his hands, it was like the rest of his life after a catastrophe. At this moment, he realized that his pajamas had already been soaked in sweat, and even his hair was about to drip.

Feeling the throbbing pain in his forehead, Emperor Yuan Cheng tried his best to restrain his heart that was about to pop out because of the nightmare, and pressed his hand tightly between his forehead and his head. When he saw the figure lying beside him, he was completely frozen there. at every turn.

"Niang Yu-"

In the dark, Emperor Yuan Cheng tried to make a sound tremblingly, but saw that Empress Yang next to him was still sleeping quietly, without any response. When he called again softly and there was still no answer after a long time, the heavy stone in his heart finally fell. land.

At this moment, he pressed his temples tightly with both hands in annoyance. Since Yongdemen, he had such a nightmare for the second time, but tonight's is more real than before, and it is more trembling.

Is Wenhui back?
Are you here to find him?

At this moment, Emperor Yuan Cheng couldn't make a sound with difficulty in his throat, and could only fall down sadly.

Obviously Yu Niang was lying quietly beside him like this, but his whole body was as cold as a lonely person who couldn't sleep under a quilt.

"Yu Niang, I'm sorry—"

Emperor Yuan Cheng turned sideways, stretched out his hands in grief, and gently embraced Empress Yang, who was sleeping beside him, into his arms, whispered these words in a voice that only he could hear, but he was no longer sleepy.

The wind and snow outside the window were still howling. In the darkness, Empress Yang, who was in Emperor Yuan Cheng's arms, did not move, but quietly opened her eyes. The sadness and despair in it were like a vast sea that completely submerged her, and she was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Turns out, everything was fake.

She has lived for more than twenty years, and everything around her is fake.

The relatives, the people next to her bed, they used one lie after another to deceive her, and killed her child, but they wove one after another happy dreams, or cages, for her with their own hands.

Fool--

At this moment, Empress Yang couldn't help laughing, she was really a fool.

What the hell is true.

To this day, who can tell her what else is true.

The love between father and daughter, between husband and wife, between father and son is ultimately vulnerable to power.

And now, what is left of her?
At this moment, Empress Yang suddenly realized that she had nothing left.

Neither the Yang family nor the Chen family is her home.

Then where is her home?
Where exactly is-

In the silent darkness, Empress Yang wanted to cry, but she knew deeply that she couldn't cry.

At this moment, she could only desperately suppress all the pouring out and surging emotions into the bottom of her heart.

bear alone.

(End of this chapter)