Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 6

And then, there was that bloody and tragic night...

Wenchang, Wenchang, passed away for three years, tossed and turned in the middle of the night, did the old man ever enter your dream?
If not, then I will do it myself, do you like it?
got windy.

Wen Chang slowly opened his eyes.

It was another lonely night. Since the man died, I have become more and more lonely in the palace, living my life like every page in a thread-bound book is the same, and I don't know what is going on.

The old man turned into ashes early, and his soul must have been reincarnated, so what's the use of thinking?

The wind tonight is hovering against the corner of the hall, it's so weird...

In front of the hall, heavy gauze curtains were blown up by the wind, shaking the moonlight for a day, aloes from the Boshan tripod furnace curled up, rippling misty smoke, the smoke scattered and condensed, fluttering like a crystal curtain.

The water hall is full of fragrance when the wind comes, and the embroidered curtain is opened, but it is not the bright moon that peeks out.

With both hands, slowly sweeping the gauze curtain.

Wen Chang's eyes widened and he wanted to exclaim, but somehow his voice froze in the night.

The hands that lifted the curtain, with slender jade fingers, and their skin was more radiant than snow, casually took a gorgeous posture, where the curtain rolled, a graceful figure appeared, strolling up the steps, and came through the hall through the curtain.

The wind walks in slowly, pulling up her sleeves and leading her gently. She has a twisted bun and a light silk dress. Her figure is fragile, but her demeanor is very slow. She seems to be walking very slowly, but she arrives in a blink of an eye. near.

A ray of moonlight is dim, and the faint blue color reflects her stunning eyebrows, and the angle of those eyebrows is so exquisite that it is astonishing.

For some reason, she kept turning her face sideways, looking at the Longzhang Palace far outside the window, Wen Chang clenched her heart, and a thought was about to come out of her heart, and that thought hit her internal organs as coldly as snowdrops, Her deep-seated memories were thrashed by the thought.She waited for her to turn her face away, but was afraid that she would turn her face away.

The night fog rose, a layer of dew condensed on the ground, and the epiphyllum bloomed outside the hall.

She finally ended her gazing posture and tilted her head slightly.

The indescribable demeanor of the country, but now there is a small scarlet mole, bright and lively, like tears.

Long song!

You are a heroic soul not far away, and you came with the wind on this desolate night. With the image of the longevity palace that year, you hinted to me that you will never forget your past, and once again set foot in this glorious dark palace where you were buried, to relive the glory and glory of the past. Break it? ? ?

Long song!

Wenchang suddenly opened his eyes.

The first time I saw the jade hook on the tent swaying slightly, hitting the bed lattice, the sound was clear and clear.

Wen Chang breathed a sigh of relief, facing the ceiling of the tent with the night pearl hanging down, he gently and feebly wiped his sweat.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Presumably the wind blows the curtains tonight, and the broken voices are endless. In a trance, I remember the old people who have helped me wholeheartedly, and my mood is shaken, so I fall into a dream.

Wenchang leaned forward and sat up, intending to close the window that the palace maid carelessly forgot to close.

The body froze suddenly.

Behind the gauze curtain and in front of the window, the shadows of the trees are whirling. In the mottled gray shadows of the trees, there are faint shadows projected on the ground.

Not a dream!
There are indeed people.

Everything in the dream seemed to reappear, Wenchang's horror broke through his chest, and he opened his mouth to cry out.

The shadow took a step forward and appeared in outline.

The moonlight was behind her, and there was a faint halo around her body, but it didn't prevent Wenchang from seeing clearly the silk gauze in a bun and the bright moles on plain clothes.

It suddenly seemed like a dream.

Wenchang's tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

murmured:
"Queen, are you back?"

The man didn't answer, but just looked at her silently, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he wanted to ride the wind back at any time.

"Queen..." Wen Chang murmured in a sleepy voice, turned over and got out of bed, and walked towards the figure, but when he was approaching, the figure suddenly took two steps back.

"Empress... don't you even believe me? Do you hate the treacherous people in this palace? Do you hate this Qionglou Palace, a golden palace and jade palace built of flesh and blood? Since you If you hate so much, why do you have to do it all over again today? Could it be that you have unresolved grievances and want to ask the truth..."

It seemed that she had asked the right question, and the figure no longer retreated.

"I don't know, I don't know..." Wen Chang covered his face and sobbed, "That year, when I arrived at Changle Palace, I saw that your palace was already in flames, and after you were abolished, you were in that palace for some reason. Before, laughing and dancing, they kept saying that they want to be reborn from Nirvana... People from the 72 palaces of Changle Palace, including the empress and prince... a total of 74 corpses... Then there were rumors that you were a death escaper, but in fact you were Eloped with...other men...but I don't believe...I know you went, I know...they killed you and slandered you..."

enough.

Qin Changge smiled slowly, his eyes flashed in the darkness.

Tonight, with the old attire, with the help of the backlight and the hazy moonlight, a play of ghosts reappears, just to test the old people, whether they still have the same heart?
It's not that she's suspicious, it's actually a ghostly palace, full of ghostly shadows, full of ambiguous and sticky atmosphere of conspiracy, struggle and temptation for power. In three years, whether Wenchang can still clean himself up, she is really not sure.

At this moment, seeing the ghostly visitor at night, the words that blurted out while the mind was shaking and the mind was in a trance were naturally the truest reflection of the secrets of the soul.

Wenchang has already passed the customs.

With a chuckle, Qin Changge strolled forward.

Wen Chang stared blankly at her, then at the shadow on the ground, and muttered for a while, "I'm confused again, where did the ghost come from?"

She sat up, stared at Qin Changge, and asked, "Who are you?"

Her slender eyebrows were frowned, and she said: "Which palace are you from? How could you come to my palace dressed like this? Aren't you afraid of the rules in the palace?"

"Wenchang, that's the best thing about you," Qin Changge sat down on the brocade stool in a leisurely manner, raised his hands to brush his hair, and said with a smile, "Surprised but not chaotic, you have the style of a general, and you have a kind heart. Seeing you running away in the middle of the night The maids who come to your bedroom will not be like them, yelling that there is an assassin, no matter what happens, they will be killed."

Taking a deep breath, Wen Chang's eyes widened, and there was a look of horror in his eyes, "You...you..."

"What about me?" Qin Changge blinked, "She and I have the same expression, posture, and tone of voice?"

"She...you..." Wen Chang twisted his fingers tightly together, "how do you know that she..."

Qin Changge smiled sincerely, but no matter how you look at it, the sincerity must be discounted, "What you said just now, queen, isn't Qin Changge the queen who died unexpectedly in this palace?"

"How can you call her by her name?" Wen Chang suddenly became angry, and a serious look appeared on his usually gentle brows: "How can you call her by her name directly? Who are you? What is your purpose for coming here late at night?"

She sat upright on the bed, but slowly stretched her hands under the quilt.

Qin Changge caught a glimpse, sighed, and said, "There's no need to touch your dagger in the secret compartment under the bed, I have no malice towards you."

Wen Chang's hand trembled, his fingers froze in the quilt.

There is a dagger in the hidden compartment under the bed, which is a secret that only she and Changge know. Back then, she was trapped in the palace of ghosts and ghosts. Made a hidden compartment, designed an extremely exquisite mechanism spring, and comforted her: "The magic weapon has always had the effect of suppressing evil and subduing demons. Pressing it under the pillow can ensure a good night's sleep. If something unfavorable happens, there will be a This mechanism can also be used for self-defense, but you must not disclose it to anyone, otherwise the mechanism will not be a mechanism.”

She firmly remembered these words, she had never said them to anyone else for many years, how would she know this strange lady dressed as a long-song court lady?
A thought flashed through her mind, causing her to explode in shock, and she suddenly covered her mouth.

And Qin Changge looked at her with a smile, and said, "Wenchang, the old man is visiting, are you safe?"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Chang turned over and rolled out of bed suddenly.

Qin Changge was stunned, and then saw Wen Chang hastily closed the door and covered the window, running around with bare feet to check the surroundings, couldn't help laughing, and said, "Don't worry, the comfrey and thyme in the imperial garden, when I pass by By the way, I picked some and sprinkled them by the lamps and candles in the outer hall, and the people in your hall, thanks to you, have a good sleep tonight."

Wenchang stopped, leaned back with his back to the window, pressed his hands against the window, looked at Qin Changge with surprise and joy, and said in a low voice: "Are you attached to this maid tonight to manifest a spirit... ...The palace is extremely taboo about these ghosts and ghosts, if found out, the life of the palace lady will be in danger, so I have to be careful."

Qin Changge stepped forward, held her hand, and smiled slightly.

"No, it's me, I'm back."

I am back.

A sentence is like a boulder thrown into the heart of a calm lake, swinging layers of halos, wrinkling and revealing Wenchang's shocking expression at the moment.

She stood there blankly, her eyes darkened.

She thought she was dizzy from surprise or joy, but when she collected herself, she realized that it was Qin Changge who was fiddling with the candle wick.

Leaning slightly, Qin Changge took the golden pick and fiddled with the candle wick lightly. The hazy yellow light hit her face directly, making her brows even more blurred, and a large and scattered spot of light was projected on the wall behind her. The shadows of people in the light spot are blurred, and the shadows are full of shadows, adding a bit of depth and mystery.

Holding the golden dial in front of his eyes, Qin Changge smiled slightly and said, "I don't know how people in today's world view the death of Empress Ruiyi. Rong, she is dying, and only I know that that night, the so-called Founding Empress, who counted all her plans, died ridiculously under a small golden dial specially used for flicking candles."

Trembling all over his body, Wen Chang's voice became hoarse before he could speak: "Queen..."

"The little golden dial is installed in the mechanism beside Xiao Rong, who is only one year old and has just been crowned prince. The spring of the mechanism is pressed under Xiao Rong's body. It is a chain mechanism. When the prince woke up and cried, and the queen naturally picked him up and coaxed him softly, the spring that had been pressed by the prince's body immediately bounced off, driving the mechanism on his side, and at a very close distance, he shot right at the target with a precise angle. Leaning over to Jiao'er, also towards the queen's throat."

(End of this chapter)