Fengming Emperor Pavilion

Chapter 37 No one will miss
Shen Hualou woke up suddenly from the dream, his chest was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

She clutched her chest, sweat stains on her forehead and face.

She gasped for breath, only to find out later that those hatreds were coiled in her heart, and they never disappeared.

Looking at the little light above the patio, that's all hope.

She made mistakes again and again, so she got such an ending, she couldn't forgive herself!unforgivable!
Therefore, she must take back every bit of what they owed her. He cares about the country, but she wants him to be unstable, and Shen Qingqiang wants love, so she will let her taste the pain of the cold palace!No one will be missed!

None will be spared.

Hualou looked at this body, these slender hands were no longer hers, hers had already been ruined, in this life, there would never be another Shen Hualou who was exactly the same as before, never again.

Until noon, the half-gap of the iron plate was finally pushed open, and the food was handed in. The people outside didn't say a word, and the painting building couldn't see who was the person outside?
She saw that the dishes on it were very good, with meat and vegetables, and looked very rich, but Hualou had been to the sky prison once, and in this sky prison, except for the meal before the guillotine, it is impossible to eat vegetables and meat.

Therefore, as long as this meal is not delivered by the jailer, it is not safe, and even if it is delivered by the jailer, it will not necessarily be safe.

She stretched out her hand to carry it in, there was a bang outside, the iron door was closed tightly, and the painting building brought the food under the only light, she gently picked up the food with chopsticks, white rice, blue Vegetable leaves, chicken drumsticks with marinated gravy.

She was very hungry, but she couldn't eat. She would foam at the mouth the next second after eating, and died in this dark prison.

As soon as she stepped out of the dungeon, everything began to spin gradually.

Finally in the evening, Hualou was already exhausted from hunger, at this time, Hualou finally waited for Donghe who was going to the prison.

The gate of the sky prison was opened, and Hualou slowly raised her hand to block her eyes, suddenly seeing the bright light, her eyes were not used to it, after a long, long time, Hualou slowly lowered her raised arm, looking Looking at Donghe in front of him, he is wearing a white brocade dress today.

His long hair was scattered on the white clothes like ink, and the front hair was only slightly tied behind his head with a white belt. His whole body exuded an aura as cold as his sword!The three-dimensional facial features carved like sharp knives exude a cold breath, the thin lips are beautifully pursed, and the eyes that are too deep to see to the bottom are shooting at the blade, looking closely at her in front of her.

The original way is the Yannuan Apricot Garden, the flowers are blooming, the snow is fragrant, the river grass is green, and the willows are growing. Today, after the morning court, he will discuss at noon, but this day, he is absent-minded, as if there is something missing in his heart.

When he thought of Hualou's face in his mind, he also thought of the woman who was thrown into the prison.

Donghe thought of Rongpin's words yesterday, and it was not unreasonable. At this moment, he wanted to know even more, who is this Qianji?What kind of storm will it cause?
Before he knew it, he had come to the sky prison. It was not easy to see Longyan in this sky prison, but the woman who poured in, they all waited for a few days to receive the imperial decree and beheaded. Yes, but today the emperor actually came in person. Either the time for this person's death has come and he died in the hands of the emperor, or this person's identity is very important. Not only will he not die, but he will live a glorious life.

Donghe looked at the plate of food under the ray of light, he was picked in a mess, but he didn't seem to eat a single mouthful.

Seeing Donghe's gaze, Hualou stood up slowly, looked at Donghe and said, "My servant has seen His Majesty."

She just said and nodded slightly, but she didn't salute, and Donghe didn't care, it's just that he came to this sky prison twice, once to pick up Shen Hualou, and this time to see this guy in the sky prison. A woman who stayed overnight.

Shen Hualou looked at him, and he glanced at the wall without saying a word, if it was closed, even flies would not be able to fly in.

She looked at Donghe's figure. This was the second time she was in this prison. The last time he came to this prison, he was interrogated and almost lost half of his life. Donghe came to pick her up. He followed her out, but now Donghe came again, he was already the emperor overlooking the world, would he still go out with her in his arms?

Or, does she still need it?Not anymore, never again.

After not hearing Donghe's voice for a while, Hualou smiled, looked at the plate of food under Donghe's feet and said, "Your Majesty, the food in the prison today is not bad."

Donghe's gaze was a little cold, he knew that Hualou said it on purpose, how could there be such a good meal in the prison?Unless it's the Last Supper.

"So good, why don't you eat?" Donghe replied coldly.

The corners of Hualou's mouth raised slightly, the haze in her eyes had long since disappeared, all hatred must be put away, otherwise how could she go on?

"Such a good meal? Of course, I want to keep it for the emperor to see. The people in the dungeon are all damned. What do you do with such good food? Why don't you donate it to the refugees!"

Hualou's words are very relaxed, and he speaks in a calm manner.

"Do you think you're damned, too?"

Donghe looked into Hualou's eyes, as if he wanted to see through her.

"What's the emperor's definition of life and death?" Dong He was slightly taken aback by the question suddenly thrown by Hualou, and said, "Is there a different definition for this question?"

"certainly?"

"For example?"

"Some people are dead, but she is still alive. Even if no one mentions it, I am afraid that her figure will always exist in the heart, and will not disperse for a lifetime. This death is not the same as death! And some people are alive, but Be on guard against open guns and hidden arrows, after he died, others would like to dig her out and flog her corpse, such a person might as well be dead!" Hua Lou's words were a little vague, Donghe remembered the dream of last night after hearing it, His face changed slightly.

"Life is life, and death is death. How can there be such strange remarks as you?"

Hualou smiled and said, "Does Your Majesty believe that there are souls in this world?" After she finished speaking, Donghe didn't answer her, but just looked at her coldly, and she smiled calmly: "I believe."

"I believe that there is a soul in the world, and it is already doomed in the dark." Hualou finished speaking lightly, as if he didn't want Donghe to answer this question.

Donghe didn't speak, but Hualou turned around to look at Donghe and asked solemnly: "Your Majesty didn't come all day to see what the sky prison looks like?"

"What about you? How do you feel after staying all night?"

Hualou looked at Donghe with warm eyes: "It's cold, it's dark, and it smells bad."

"That's all?"

"Although it's just like this, I don't want to come back in this life." Hualou said lightly.

Donghe said: "Do you still remember what you said to me yesterday?"

"Remember?"

"Do you know why I am here today?"

Hua Lou nodded: "Your Majesty wants me to be by Concubine Rong's side."

"I heard that you didn't say a single unnecessary word from the Scarlet Smoke Palace to the prison, did you already think that I will let you out when I come back today?" Donghe looked at the thin figure in front of him, his eyes were a little dazed, his face was so pale They are similar, but their personalities are indeed completely different.

"Your majesty's thoughts, this servant can't guess, but your majesty is about to become a father, and the child in the womb of Concubine Rong is your majesty's first child, so your majesty will not let her have an accident. The servant was also eager to protect her heart and offended her. Your Majesty's Tianyan, please forgive me!" Hua lowered her eyes, her words were neither humble nor overbearing.

"You still know how to plead guilty, I think you are so bold that you don't feel that you are wrong." Donghe's words just fell, but Shen Hualou picked it up: "Your Majesty's words are wrong, I plead guilty, but I plead guilty to the emperor. , I don’t think I’m wrong.”

Donghe frowned: "How do you say that?"

"Don't you only have the status of the emperor?" After Hualou finished speaking, Donghe frowned deeply, and then heard Hualou say: "Your Majesty is a father, a father, a son, and the heaven of the people. Your Majesty has many identities." .”

Her words were not unreasonable, and Donghe didn't argue with her, but said in a deep voice: "What a clever mouth, it seems that I still have to use my status as the emperor to get your apology."

"Slaves don't dare." As Hua Lou said, he kissed Dong He.

I saw him walking towards the outside of the iron gate, and when he reached the gate, he turned around and saw the painting building standing there in a daze, and said in a cold voice, "Are you still nostalgic for this place?"

Turning around after speaking, Hua Lou hurriedly followed: "No nostalgia, no nostalgia."

Donghe walked in front, she walked behind, following step by step, the gaze in her eyes changed countless times, and finally turned into countless sharp swords, the sharpness of which was hard to hide.

And at this time in Jingyang Palace, Shen Qingqiang was leisurely holding ginseng tea, but Jian Qiu hurriedly walked in: "I'm in a panic, what's wrong?" Shen Qingqiang shouted softly.

"Your Majesty, the girl who was imprisoned in the prison was brought out by His Majesty." While talking, Jian Qiu looked at Shen Qingqiang's face, and instantly turned pale.

"What did you say?"

Her hands were trembling slightly. That girl, she looked strange when she was in Qingyin Pavilion, but later she remembered that she was really similar to Shen Hualou. Hui personally went to the sky prison and brought her out.

When Shen Hualou entered the sky prison, she thought she would die in the sky prison without any risk, but she never counted, and Donghe actually begged the emperor to carry her back to the prince's mansion.

Now scene after scene, it seemed as if the scene was reappearing, her fingers were tightly clenched together, and the bones on the back of her hand turned white!

"The emperor brought that maid out of the dungeon."

(End of this chapter)