Chen Palace

Chapter 209
"What’s wrong with you……"

He was horrified for a moment, and frowned with heartache, "You don't eat or drink, why?!"

Chen Lu raised her head slightly, but her black eyes were still blank.

"I'm just tired..."

She spoke in a low voice, her voice was weak, completely different from usual.

The emperor didn't say any more, he wrapped her in a blanket carefully, picked her up horizontally, ignored the scattered veil curtains, and went straight out of the bedroom.

The middle night of autumn was cool to the bone, and the deep dew soaked people's shoes and socks. The emperor hugged her and jumped onto the eaves.

The glazed tiles emitted a faint light in the night, and the emperor hugged the quilt tightly, but he had no intention of profane, only felt that Yi Ren was extremely fragile at this moment and needed pity.

"Remember here?"

he asked softly.

"At that time, Concubine Mei had an accident, and I was depressed for a while. It was you playing the flute here, which made me suddenly open..."

When the warm skin touched, and the brocade quilt overlapped, he seemed to be able to smell the elegant and delicate fragrance from her hair. It was not the incense commonly used by women in the palace, but it was as cool and natural as white plum.

"Look at the night sky..."

He pointed to the star-studded sky, "It's been like this for thousands of years, once I look up, I feel small, and all worries and troubles are just a drop in the ocean in front of it, not worth mentioning..."

"Human life is really short, and the reasons for everything can be ignored, but the struggle and hatred between people are endless."

Chenlu murmured.

"If one day, you toss and turn, and wholeheartedly want to take the life of your enemy, but in the end, he steps into the underworld first, then how will you dispatch your long-standing hatred?"

She seemed to be asking Yuan Qi, but also seemed to be talking to herself.

"Your enemy...?"

Yuan Qi chewed her words carefully, thinking of Hulu before, and the scene yesterday——

"Wang Peizhi is also one of your enemies...?"

Chen Lu didn't answer, but her black eyes lit up with flames because of that name.

"He deserved to die...!!"

Yuan Qi thought of the empress dowager's ambiguous behavior told by everyone after that night, and felt disgusted in his heart.

"Unexpectedly, the queen mother and him...!"

He really didn't want to talk about this person again, but such a dirty name made Chen Lu so depressed.

There was a dull pain in Yuan Qi's heart, almost in the same hatred, he hugged the quilt tightly and comforted him silently.

Under the magnificent starry sky, on this towering cornice, sit this pair of men and women hugging each other closely, with the night wind blowing through their clothes, like a golden boy and a jade girl.

"are you asleep……"

Yuan Qi resisted the numbness in his arm and asked in a low voice.

"..."

The even breathing seems to tell the master's tranquility.

Yuan Qi's eyes flashed with tender and passionate love, and he bent down to look at the beloved woman in his arms.

The bright red lips became more and more beautiful because of the paleness of his face, he lowered his head, and gradually approached——

This kiss was sealed, and they just approached gently, and then parted.

Yuan Qi was in a leisurely state of mind, still reminiscing about the kiss, but got up and jumped down, hugged the sleeping woman in his arms, and headed back to Yunqing Palace.

He didn't see that the eyelashes of the man in his arms flickered slightly, casting a thick black shadow on his face.

Chen Lu showed a smile, sad but peaceful, and then opened her eyes.

In the next moment, the smile turned treacherous because of the coldness and sharpness in his eyes——

I'm sorry...' She buried her head in Yuan Qi's arms, and said silently to the heart in this broad chest.

The night was dark, and it rained heavily. In the dark blue sky, countless streams of water fell from the steps of the sky, covering all the sounds and the prosperity of the world like a dream.

The door of the Palace of Compassion and Ning was closed tightly, and the sleeping hall was filled with purple smoke of incense. In the misty atmosphere, it seemed that there were endless nightmares hiding.

The Empress Dowager knelt down on the couch, tried her best to suppress the colic in her chest, and used the pain of gritting her teeth to resist the ghostly figures that kept appearing in front of her eyes.

"Everyone who was killed by you has seen them one by one..."

With the faint whispers, accompanied by the slight scatter of the incense, the Empress Dowager woke up a little, and looked up at the open palace door.

"Death under the peony flower, ghosts are also romantic... Nowadays, there are rumors in the outside world that the queen mother and the general Wang are ambiguous and selfish. He died to save you, but you are only imprisoned for life. It is really a world of difference..."

The almost vicious sarcasm spit out from the mouth of the elegant figure that gradually appeared, forming repeated echoes in the bedroom.

The Empress Dowager looked hard, but she saw that the person was only dressed in white, his snow-like face almost melted into the glowing candlelight, but his eyes were dark and empty, and the bottomless point in the pupils gave birth to a boundless of horror.

"What are you doing here..."

The queen mother gasped slightly, but she didn't want to show weakness, she just sneered and said: "Did my unfilial son send you here?"

"I want to come here... I'll see your final fate."

Like ice jade falling to the ground, with boundless resentment in the forest, the Queen Mother couldn't help being startled, and raised her head in astonishment——

"How does the aroma smell? Did it make you meet many old people..."

Hearing this, the Empress Dowager got up hurriedly, staggered to the side of the incense burner, brushed the burner down with her sleeve, but the purple smoke still lingered.

"In vain...you are really old!"

A deep sneer sounded in the hall, as if the magma had cooled and solidified at this moment, "Where did you have the courage to lead me to death with a glass of love when you had an affair with him back then?!"

In the void, something cold grabbed the Queen Mother's throat.

As if she couldn't believe her ears, she slowly raised her head almost in a daze——

"What did you say……"

"You are afraid that I will turn into a ghost and come to claim your life, and put a secret spell in the palace. In the past 26 years, you thought you could sit back and relax—it's a pity... people are not as good as heaven."

The low voice echoed in the hall, and the Empress Dowager's eyes dimmed at this moment, as if there were countless branches climbing up from the underworld, dragging herself down with all her strength——

"Impossible! You are already dead, and died under the influence of the late emperor..."

She frantically picked up the candle, and the flickering flame illuminated the figure opposite.

That pair of clear and dusty black eyes passed through the cycle of memory, passed through the river of forgetfulness, and stopped in front of her eyes.

The heavy rain poured down like a torrent, and the huge raindrops hit the glazed roof tiles. The iron horses under the cornices were clanging and clanging, and the galloping and roaring was very lively.

The Empress Dowager heard herself laughing softly, and the laughter seemed particularly strange in the bedroom——

"It's you."

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