After marrying wrongly, I became the general's white moonlight

Chapter 400 The Emperor's Guess
It was night, and the huge palace was extremely lonely, because there were so many fewer people, it seemed that even the little birds didn't want to stay here in the deserted place.

The lights in the imperial study were brightly lit, it was already the third watch, and the emperor hadn't gone to bed yet, so Li Fuquan could only wait on the sidelines.

Enough candles were lit in the main hall, illuminating every corner of the desk. The old emperor sat on it and flipped through the booklets. The whole hall was so silent that only the sound of folding pages opening and closing could be heard from time to time.

Li Fuquan lowered his head slightly, quickly raised his hands to rub his sleepy eyes, and yawned along the way. He hadn't slept well for several nights.

I don't know what happened to the emperor. He has been in high spirits for the past few days, and he doesn't sleep at night. He either asks people to carry the lanterns to the ruins of the palace where the concubine Ru lived in the past and has a look at it, or stays in the palace. In this imperial study, I flipped through the previous documents and files.

As if it was a belated regret, the emperor ordered someone to dig out the portraits of Rufei and Sheng Xiujing painted by the painter in the past, as well as the copybooks that Sheng Xiujing practiced calligraphy in the past. treasure.

This is a pain for the servants of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. You must know that at that time, Concubine Ru was a concubine who was charged with adultery, Huo Lianjun wanted to eliminate the traces of Concubine Ru's existence, and Sheng Xiujing was a thorn in her side. He ordered his servants to burn everything they could find about Rufei and Sheng Xiujing, so what else would be left?

Isn't this embarrassing the slaves?
Li Fuquan thought about it, but dared not speak out.

Even Li Fuquan himself didn't notice, ever since he cooperated with Zhenguo General Pei Mo to secretly send the noble concubine out of the palace, he became a little impatient with the emperor.

Even though the imperial power heavier than a mountain was on his head, he finally felt some complaints in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.

He looked up secretly, the emperor, and saw that the emperor sitting on the chair was perseveringly flipping through the records of Sheng Xiujing's life more than ten years ago given to him by the historian.

There are detailed records from what day Sheng Xiujing ate and what Sheng Xiujing ate, to how the poems Sheng Xiujing wrote for the prince were evaluated by the teacher at that time.

Because it was recording the history of the Dashun Dynasty, Huo Lianjun at that time had no way to reach out to the official historian, so he was able to keep the record about Sheng Xiujing.

The matter of the harem needs to be carefully considered when recorded in historical materials, so many traces of Rufei have been lost.

If he wanted to know more, he might only be able to find the old servants who had worked in the palace scattered throughout Dashun.

The emperor flipped through the documents without feeling tired at all. He used these words to draw the image of Sheng Xiujing in his mind. Unfortunately, when Sheng Xiujing was six years old, the records about him came to an abrupt end.

He and Rufei's child, originally the third prince of the Dashun Dynasty, died when he was six years old.

Turning to the last page, the emperor looked at the blank space above, as if someone had punched his heart hard with a fist, and the dull pain of loss surrounded him again.

After executing the second prince, he always thought of him and Rufei's child for no reason. Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, and raised his hand to pat the solid wood armrest of the chair.

A loner, he really became a loner.

Exhaustion surged up like a tidal wave, and the only sound left in the hall was the crackling sound of burning candles, which really made people feel lonely.

The emperor leaned his head on the back of the chair, raised his head high and looked at the intricately patterned dragon caisson above his head, and gradually, his eyes closed slowly.

'Shut up, it's not your turn to talk about my affairs. '

The familiar dream replayed in the emperor's mind again. He seemed to be drowning in the dream and couldn't wake up no matter what.

It was very cold, at this time someone added a piece of clothes to him, it was really warm, he couldn't help but turned his head and saw a familiar face, 'Second? '

No, not the second child. The second child, a rebellious son, has already been ordered to be killed by him.

Who would that be?

The old emperor took a closer look, and it turned out to be Pei Aiqing. How could he look so similar to his second child? If he wore the same clothes, he might look more like a brother than a brother.

The emperor frowned in the dream, he was really confused, Sheng Xiujing had died long ago, so how could the second child have any brothers, and he couldn't help thinking, if Sheng Xiujing was still alive, it would be great...

He calculated his age, if he and Rufei's child were still alive, he would be exactly the same age as Pei Mo now.

A feeling of stepping into the void came from the dream. The emperor was startled and opened his eyes suddenly, as if the drowsiness was dispelled by the dancing candlelight in front of his eyes.

"Ugh--"

Realizing that he was thinking of that night again, the old emperor raised his hand to press the sore corners of his eyes so that he could close them, and the face that looked almost like his second child was clearly imprinted in his mind.

The old emperor was stunned by the movement of the corners of his eyes, and he suddenly realized something.

'Haha, Pei Aiqing really has the demeanor of my youth! '

"General Zhen Guo is young and promising. It's strange to say that General Zhen Guo was standing by the lake in the imperial garden that day. Just looking at his back, the slaves thought he was the second prince!" '

'The way he got on his horse, I seemed to see the shadow of myself back then. '

"Your Majesty, recently there have been rumors that General Pei is suspected to be the heir of the royal family in the neighborhood of the capital. Can I go to the neighborhood to find out the source of the rumors?" '

Suddenly, a lot of voices echoed in his mind, complicated and chaotic. These words should have been forgotten by him over time, but for some reason, at this moment, his brain remembered them very clearly, as if someone was reminding him Like him.

A frightening and ecstatic idea came to the emperor's mind.

He seemed to be injected with new vitality, and continued to rummage through the desk. The papers on the table were rattled by him. This movement could not help but make Li Fuquan look at him sideways.

What's wrong with the old emperor, it's as if he's been beaten.

"Whoa-"

The files on the case were swept to the ground by the emperor, he stood up abruptly, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Li Fuquan, go to Zhuge and find Pei Aiqing's documents for me, go quickly!"

Hearing Pei Mo's name, Li Fuquan's heart skipped a beat, muttering why the emperor suddenly took a fancy to Pei Mo?

He quickly calmed down, "The slave obeys the order, the emperor wait a moment, the slave will come as soon as he goes."

When he got up, he quickly glanced at the emperor, and saw that the gray-haired emperor seemed a little crazy, holding a piece of yellowed paper and looking closely, his face was almost stuck to the paper.

Li Fuquan didn't dare to hesitate, he took the whisk and left the imperial study room.

What he didn't know was that the emperor was holding the portrait of Sheng Xiujing just now, even though the child was only five years old, the shadow of the emperor could already be vaguely seen in his eyebrows and eyes.

After leaving the hall, Li Fuquan was very worried. He looked back at the closed door, thinking that if he hadn't relied on General Pei, he might not be able to send Concubine Rong out of the palace so smoothly.

If you owe someone a kindness, you must pay it back.

(End of this chapter)