Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

Xuanyang City, Chaoyang Palace.

In late autumn, the night wind is cold.

Chaoyang Palace didn't know when it started, but it was so cold day and night.

In the palace, servants and maids often fell ill for no reason and passed away in the middle of the night.

In addition, the monarch Sima Wenxin has been seriously ill since a year ago, and he is already dying. This makes the already solemn and cold Chaoyang Palace even colder.

These days, after nightfall in the palace, few servants dare to walk around in the palace.

The Hall of Sima Chen, originally the dormitory of the Crown Prince Sima Luocheng, has now been gradually abandoned following the dethronement and mysterious disappearance of Sima Luocheng.

For a long time, no one cleaned and tidied up the surrounding area, and it was overgrown with weeds and spiders.

When some timid servants happened to pass by the Temple of the Morning at night, they once heard the sound of crying and laughing in the hall.

Some people also said that in fact Sima Luocheng was no longer alive, or because he felt ashamed of his majesty because of frivolously beautifying his concubine, he committed suicide in this morning hall, and his body was probably eaten by monsters, so no one found it.

However, his ghost is entrenched in the Temple of the Morning, and refuses to leave.

Only then will someone hear those harsh laughter and bleak cries.

This night, the moonlight was cold, and the light gauze in the Hall of Sichen fluttered with the wind, but there was a faint fragrance of agarwood, and thin smoke drifted into the hall due to the cold night wind.

A red shadow flew in, walking slowly among the veil and mist.

In a short time, the door of the hall was heard to "squeak" open, a man in black came in from outside the hall, stepped forward a few steps, and knelt at the feet of the red shadow.

His voice was low and hoarse, without any trace of emotion, "Report to Madam, according to reports from the Shang Kingdom's spies, Sima Luo City has been personally escorted by the Lord of Shang Kingdom, and has taken refuge in the North Kingdom!"

Hearing this, Hong Ying lightly brushed the veil in front of her eyes, through the moonlight she could see that those were a pair of extremely slender hands, the ten fingernails were painted with bright red and dazzling Koudan, and at this moment she was slowly provoking the kneeling The jaw of the man in black at her feet.

"Oh?! Didn't you just order someone to report that he died of the plague?" Her tone sounded enchanting, and her index finger caressed his cheek, making him feel numb all over, and the corners of his lips trembled slightly. .

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! It's my subordinate who is ineffective, please punish me!" A trace of guilt flashed across the face of the man in black, but he hoped that she would give him another chance.

It's just that she didn't speak for a long time, she just looked down at him quietly, narrowed her slender eyes slightly, and let go of the hand that was covering his face.

Taking a step back, it happened that a touch of moonlight sprinkled into the hall, covering her whole body.

The man in black secretly rolled his eyes, and saw the person in front of him in a red shirt and thin skirt, with a light bun, slightly exposed jade shoulders, and a graceful figure that attracted people's imagination.

She has a charming face without makeup, but it still makes people fascinated.

Back then, I was willing to degenerate from the commander of the guards of Chaoyang Palace into a pawn in her hand because of her smiling back, and let her manipulate at will.

Just when he was deep in thought, he heard her soft and watery words wafting into his ears, "Have you seen enough?"

The man in black hastily lowered his head and kowtowed, "I don't dare! I also ask your mother to let my subordinates take the blame and make meritorious service, and go to the northern country to kill Simaluo City, so as to avoid future troubles!"

"No need! This palace has its own arrangements for this matter! Your mission ends here! These days, thank you for your hard work! Commander Ji!"

A trace of panic flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

"Haha!" After hearing her charming smile, the man in black who she called Commander Ji fell down in response, his eyes were straightened, and his whole body was stiff.

Then, the red shadow flew away with the wind, leaving only the light gauze and aloe floating in the wind in the Hall of Morning.

That night, another servant of the Department of Internal Affairs fell ill and passed away in the middle of the night.

That night, the guards on duty who passed by the Temple of the Morning could clearly hear the bleak laughter coming from the hall.

Xuanyang, the other courtyard of the Duke's Mansion in Nancheng.

Most of the servant girls were sent back to the Duke's mansion in the city by Gongbo Longhai, leaving only two strong guards, four clever and well-behaved maids, and a steward and a skilled cook. Mother, take care of the daily life of Simeng and his party in this other courtyard.

At about [-]:[-] pm, the night was quiet.

Only the room where Mu Zili lived was still lit.

In the room, Simeng suppressed his drowsiness and listened carefully to Sima Luocheng's arrangement.

"The thing that worries me the most now is the safety of Junfu and my third younger brother, so I need to trouble you both to help me enter the palace."

Mu Zili nodded, "This matter is easy, but it's inconvenient to disclose the whereabouts of the young master, so it's better for me and Meng'er to go."

"That's right, we'd better do things separately! Did Bai Lirong tell you who to ask for help after returning to Xuanyang City? You can't just wait so stupidly, right?" It seemed like he was dreaming of his night In Zhaohe Palace, he once borrowed [-] soldiers from Baili Rong, but now there is not a single soldier for him to use, so he was a little worried that Bai Lirong would lie to him.

Sima Luocheng's eyes froze, and he said immediately: "Meng'er doesn't have to worry about this matter, Baili Rong has signed the alliance letter, and she won't go back on it. She told me to leave a mark on Furuiju, the largest inn in the city. Then someone will come to find me. Just act according to the plan when the time comes!"

"So, let's go to Nafuruiju tomorrow morning, and I will go to the palace with Senior Brother Mu to have a look at night." After hearing what he said, Simeng was relieved a little, seeing that the night outside the window was already dark, and said, "Tonight Now, you should go back early and rest!"

The next day, Chenshi.

Due to Sima Luocheng's sensitive identity, it is inconvenient to show up, so after careful consideration, Mu Zili and Simeng will still do the trip in the city today.

In order to keep a low profile, the two of them also dressed as ordinary people and walked all the way to Furuiju.

In Xuanyang City, most of the shops facing the street have never opened, and there are few pedestrians walking on the street.

It is clear that the sun is shining brightly, and the autumn air is crisp, but the city is a desolate scene, dead silent and lifeless.

Along the way they walked, there were only a few grocery stalls and noodle stalls in general, and most of the inns and restaurants facing the street were deserted and seldom visited.

Like Meng was puzzled, Xuanyang City is also the capital of Yun Kingdom after all, even if the national power declines, it shouldn't be so depressed.

At least four carriages can pass through the street in front of me at the same time. Now, apart from her and Mu Ling, there are only three or four scattered people at the noodle stall on the right front.

The doors and windows of many shops along the street are closed tightly, and the faded ribbons and silks flutter in the wind on the window lattices. Most of the shop signs on the door frames are inlaid with gold edges, and they are still shining brightly in the sun. Once prosperous and lively.

Turning the corner of the street, the once famous Furuiju came into view.

Although it is not as beautiful as it used to be, it is still lively compared to other inns and restaurants in the city.

On the two streets adjacent to Furuiju, there are also many businessmen gathered here.

The ups and downs of hawking, as well as the pedestrians stopping in front of the stall in twos and threes, made Simeng's originally depressed mood slightly improved.