Shen Yi's Darkness and Depression

Chapter 405 The Nightmare

The moonlight shone directly into the house through the golden doors and windows, shining so brightly that Shen Yixiang couldn't open his eyes. He tried to stare around and found himself sitting on a throne with intricate dragon patterns in brocade with python patterns. The man changed the wrong clothes for himself, but no one responded when he called several times.

Just as he was hesitating whether to take off the python-patterned robe by himself, a beauty wearing a light gauze and showing her delicate muscles stepped out from behind the screen.

"Who?" Shen Yixiang questioned softly, facing the moonlight, he could only see a beautiful figure, but he couldn't tell who it was.

"Your Majesty, I am Qingqing~" The beauty's charming voice echoed in the empty hall, making one feel ethereal.

"Qingqing? Is my love okay? My love is finally healed!" Shen Yixiang rushed forward with a happy smile, trying to caress Concubine Jing's face, but he turned his head away.

"The concubine has always been very good, but what's wrong with the emperor? It seems like he doesn't know the concubine~" Concubine Jing lowered her head and said coquettishly, the fair skin on her neck made Shen Yixiang burn with desire.

"My beloved concubine has worked hard, and the sins of more than a month are finally not in vain." Shen Yixiang happily moved forward and hugged Jingfei, hugging the concubine he misses day and night, he can tell his lovesickness bitter.

Unexpectedly, Concubine Jing dodged immediately, causing Shen Yixiang to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

"My dear concubine, don't make trouble~" Shen Yixiang frowned slightly. He usually respects his concubine in a proper manner. Even when he is in a state of madness, he is very well-behaved and sensible when facing Shen Yixiang. He has never teased the emperor so impolitely. .

"When did the concubine make trouble?" Concubine Jing still lowered her head and smiled coquettishly.

"Let me hug you quickly." Shen Yixiang raised his hand and pinched Concubine Jing's chin as he said, and saw red tears running down the corners of her eyes, and then the corners of her raised mouth began to lie bright red, falling on the bare face. On his icy muscles, every drop was inhaled instantly and turned into red flowers, blooming ferociously.

"Is my concubine injured? Tell me who is so bold to touch my concubine? I just don't want to live~" Shen Yixiang's desire was replaced by anger. He always wanted to find out who murdered concubine Jing. But it has been fruitless.

Zhao Jing is a mere bodyguard, even if he admires the emperor's concubine, he won't make such a big name. After thinking for a long time, Shen Yixiang realizes that he is just a scapegoat.

"The concubine's present behavior is all thanks to the emperor!" Concubine Jing became more and more excited as she spoke, flames began to burst out of her body, her hair, embroidered clothes, and embroidered shoes all burned up.

Shen Yixiang couldn't feel the existence of the flame, and while helping him wipe away the bloody tears, he gently persuaded, "Don't be angry, my concubine, everything will be fine."

"Would it be?" The flames went out in an instant, Concubine Jing's eyes suddenly froze, she stared at Shen Yixiang firmly, her heart trembled, and the moment she opened her eyes, Concubine Jing's appearance changed in front of her.

"Linger?" Shen Yixiang grabbed the person in front of him with trembling hands, "Is it really you? Linger, don't go."

Shen Yixiang was awakened by his own calls. It turned out that he had another nightmare. Looking at Concubine Jing who was sleeping peacefully beside him, he felt a little relieved. The cold sweat on his forehead showed how sad the dream just now made him. How terrified, how desperate.

Recently, Shen Yixiang is extremely tired, and one worry after another is pressing on his heart and cannot be resolved. Concubine Jing, the flower of interpretation, has completely failed, and he has no one to talk to.

In order to appease Concubine Jing, Shen Yixiang didn't even attend the morning court on time, and was often absent for no reason, which caused the ministers to complain, but dared not speak out.

When Sangong often reports government affairs in front of the Xuande Palace, Concubine Jing is like a cat lying on Shen Yixiang's lap sticky, but whenever Shen Yixiang leaves her for half a step, she is like a crazy wild dog who bites whoever she sees. Concubine Jing will be quiet only when she leans against the emperor.

Because of this, Shen Yixiang spent more time with Concubine Jing. He didn't want her to go crazy, or make her seriously ill, so he could only spend time with her, just like the gentle and pleasant companion she once had. Just like yourself.

Without Shen Yixiang around, Concubine Jing would go on a hunger strike and lose her temper. Even Shen Yixiang's food and water didn't work, which made her anxious and even scratched and bit her precious daughter.

"Your majesty, are you having nightmares again?" Eunuch Su hurried over when he heard the emperor's sleep talk, he was afraid that he would not be able to wake up because he would be haunted by the nightmare.

"Alas~" Shen Yixiang sighed heavily, and sat up while supporting Eunuch Su's hand.

"Your Majesty, how about arranging a sacrificial ceremony for the Hungry Ghost Festival next month?" Eunuch Su suggested. Although the prince's wedding is very lively, everyone knows that the imperial capital has been uneasy recently, especially because of the disappearance of the concubine Jing in Tianfu City. It's frightening.

"There's still a month left, let's talk about it." Shen Yixiang rubbed his forehead, especially his temples bouncing up and down, which made him upset.

"Your Majesty, this old servant has heard from San Gong that the drought in the Northwest this year is particularly severe, and the solar terms of the Great Heat will soon come. Why don't the Emperor pray for rain, to protect the country and the people, and to have a bumper harvest?" Eunuch Su just wanted to find something to comfort the Emperor. Distract your attention and calm down your nervous mood.

"What day is the Great Heat?" Shen Yixiang has been living in a muddle these days, and has long forgotten the season.

"It will be another seven or eight days. It will be hotter and hotter in the summer. The minor heat is followed by the major heat, and it seems that the high temperature will last for a long time." Su Gonggong helped the emperor sort out the memorial, and he is well aware of the severity of the drought in the northwest.

"In previous years, there was a rainy season in the southeast, and the northwest would be cloudy for several days. This year, for some reason, there hasn't been a single rain in the northwest since the beginning of summer. The land is dry, and even a few light rains can't quench your thirst." Shen Yixiang recently The memorials for review were all about the drought in the northwest, and the local Kaifu and the prefect were all anxious to death.

"Yes, some cities have not harvested their crops for two years in a row. If there is no harvest this year, the people will not live in peace. There are rumors that the local dragon veins are passive, which angered the dragon king to punish the northwest and caused a severe drought." Su Gonggong cautiously said. Tell the emperor the rumor.

"Fortunately, the southeast has several years of bumper harvests. If disaster relief is really needed, it will be easy to dispatch." Shen Yixiang's words were more like comforting himself.

"But your majesty, at the end of last year you transported food and grass to the northwest, but there were still refugees making troubles. If you continue to provide relief this year, the local government may not be able to control it." Su Gonggong said very implicitly, he did not dare to say that there would be refugees Rise wantonly.

"Well, I got it, so don't worry about it anymore, go and prepare for the sacrifice and pray for rain." What Shen Yixiang is most worried about is not the poor crop harvest due to severe drought, nor is it that the refugees starved and rebelled because of the lack of harvest. .

Generally, severe floods and droughts will be followed by plagues. This is what worries the emperor the most, especially for a strong emperor like Shen Yixiang. Shorten ten years of achievements.

There is no rain in May, volts in June, sweltering heat in July, and no crops in August.

(End of this chapter)