Heartburn

I was sleepless again for half the night, but my mood calmed down a bit, and I remembered what had taught me to forget for a long time-the guards sent out were all folded in the palace, did Aunt Ke know Jiang Zhuo's plot? Is she worried about me and can't fall asleep? Also, what is the situation of Kuang Xiqing after being replaced by Jiang Zhuo?

How can she hide it for a while, how can she hide it for a lifetime? What about those trusted officials who know her well? What about those palace guards who served her personally?

Although I was angry that she usurped power and seized power, the matter has come to this point. In the end, I don't want her to show off her feet, and thus lost her life. My heart is contradictory, but it is even more worrying.

After thinking about it, the lake of heart that had just calmed down a little bit again made waves.

Cloak sat up, only feeling that the room was stagnant and dull, causing people to become irritable, so he drew up his shoes and walked slowly to the door. Knowing that the guards outside must be tight, he still had a glimmer of hope and gently opened the door.

In a quiet night, no matter how small the movement is, it will be infinitely magnified--however I can't hide from the guard's attention, I raised my head and glanced at the obscure night sky, suddenly lost interest.

There is no moon tonight, and gloomy clouds cover, and even the stars are only a few faintly, bright and extinguished on the sky, adding a bit of bleakness.

Just about to return to the room, I heard a mute female voice ask: "Why, can't you sleep?"

Huo Ran turned around and looked at Jiang Zhuo.

Her clothes are still the same as when she came to see me in the evening, the light is dim, and her face is not visible. I deliberately grabbed her hand to test the temperature, but held it back, just frowned, "How do you here?"

The dew is deeper and the night is as cold as water. If you don’t go back to rest, what do you do at someone’s door?

Seeing her unbearable tiredness between her eyebrows, her lips were also dry and wrinkled, my heart couldn't restrain my irritability, and my voice became colder.

"...It's nothing, you go and rest by yourself, don't care about me." She turned her eyes away and said flatly, but didn't intend to leave, as if she was determined to be a door-god in front of my room.

"You are here, teach me how to take a good rest?" The irritability in my heart spread, and I made a calm face, and issued an order to evict the guests, "If I remember correctly, I must go to the early morning-the emperor sister never took it lightly. Stop the court."

Since you want to play the role of the emperor, then do your best and don't slack off. This is not a role-playing game. If it is not good, it will come to an end.

Hearing my mention of Kwong Xiqing, she finally raised her head and looked over, but she walked away as soon as her gaze touched her eyes. She seemed to be suppressing some emotions. After a while, she said in a low voice: "Okay, I'm leaving... you can rest. ."

I didn't reply, but stared at her intently and stroking the hem of the dress. When I turned around, I seemed to have taken away the loneliness all over my body, and taught me to keep aloud: "Wait."

She turned around suddenly and looked at me eagerly, as if she had been waiting for this a long time ago, with a trace of hope hidden in her eyes.

Before I stopped her, many questions flashed in my mind, but I really stopped her, but suddenly I got stuck and didn't know what to say.

Secretly regretting, but still bit the bullet and said: "Where is the emperor? I want to see her."

The gleaming eyes dimmed for an instant, like a dying star; the chapped lips were pressed tightly, and the last blood faded, showing a bit of fragility... But it was just a blink of an eye, and her expression changed again. Returning to the usual coldness, the corners of the lips actually evoked a curve, although the curve revealed a little coolness: "Alright, it should be a break."

"It's broken? What do you mean?" I felt a little uneasy, and demanded, taking a step forward and grabbing her sleeve.

She just turned around: "Follow me."

Tightening my clothes tightly, I quickly followed Jiang Zhuo, who had walked a few steps away, and followed her through the main hall of the Chaolu Hall, turning on a hidden path.

This path was hidden behind a few low but lush bushes. If she hadn't taken the initiative to move it away, it would have been difficult to discover from a distance with the naked eye.

Along the way, I seem to be fortunate not to encounter a half-person figure, but I know that there have been hidden guards around us to protect them-it is conceivable that these dark guards must not be the group that Yan Ke sent to me earlier. It's Jiang Zhuo's person.

Before I knew it, how many confidantes did she cultivate, how many puppets she fostered, and how many dark moves did she hide?

This one walks in front of me unhurriedly, with his still upright back, since when will it never bring me peace anymore?

Passing through the uninhabited path, a dilapidated and old palace suddenly appeared in front of you. Judging from the red paint peeling off the palace door, it might be some years old; on the top of the door is a door plaque with mottled handwriting, which is already visible. I don't know what I wrote, and I can't find the slightest impression from my memory. It should be the first time I have been here.

I never thought that Jiang Zhuo would be more familiar with this place than Kwong Xihan, who had lived in the palace since childhood and had lived for many years. It can be seen how long she has planned and how much she attaches importance to the throne... For a time, her heart is extremely complicated, so she stops. Turning around next step, he was stunned for a moment before he noticed.

I watched her pick up the copper ring on the door and knocked for a short rhythm. After a while, the door opened from the inside. She kept her guard poking out her head and looked at it, as if she was surprised by what she saw. Jiang Zhuo raised his hand to stop the salute.

Silently followed Jiang Zhuo into the door, looking at the front yard that was the same as the dilapidated outer door, I couldn't help but wonder: "Here?"

——Could it be that Kuang Xiqing was not locked in the sky cell, but in this dilapidated palace?

But apart from being run-down and old, it is not like a place to take care of important hostages, but rather like a cold palace where concubines are imprisoned... She should be more aware of the consequences of teaching Kuang Xiqing to escape, and she would not make such mistakes. .

"Here." Jiang Zhuo didn't explain much, but motioned for me to continue walking inside.

Seeing her sullen face and unhappy expression, and the guard who opened the door hiding far away, I suddenly lost interest in opening her mouth, and when she entered the inner hall, I silently followed in.

I don’t know what mechanism she pulled in the room. When I went in, I heard a sound of "Krakala" turning around. Then, just like a scene in a movie, the bookshelf in the corner automatically moved to the side. Moved up for a short distance, revealing a small door that can let one pass through.

The light of the candlelight came out from the door, but it didn't have the unpleasant smell of musty as I imagined. It seemed to be a well-ventilated fortification.

Regardless of the astonishment, I followed Jiang Zhuo's footsteps again, walked into the door, and heard the sound of the machine, the door closed by itself.

The door is a solid masonry structure, which forms a winding road, which is convenient for defending ambushes. There is an oil lamp embedded in the wall every few feet, and the light is very detailed without leaving a dead corner; every corner is waiting for two A guard with a weapon in his hand, blinded to our passing, just guarding his position, motionless.

With such a guard arrangement, let alone a living person, not even a fly can fly out.

The rising curiosity and exclamation disappeared when he saw the familiar figure in the dark room, turning into unbelievable resentment and distress.

At the end of the corridor of nine bends and eighteen bends in the dark room, there is a five-foot-square stone chamber. There are no guards in the stone room, only a boxy black iron cage in the center; each iron pillar has three fingers thick and thin, and ordinary people can't help it. The gap between the fences can only be passed by an adult's fist.

The handsome woman who taught me to be a celestial being when I first saw her was locked in that iron cage at the moment.

He had no long objects, disheveled hair, and had only a thin white robe wrapped loosely.

She sat cross-legged on the only straw mat in the cage, with her beautiful eyes drooping, but her back straight; holding a volume of books in her hand, she looked at it comfortably, as if she was still in the study of Shiyu Temple. It was the strategist of the Ninth Five-Year-if it were not for the iron cage, no one would think that this was a prisoner who had lost his freedom.

"Han'er, you are here." When she heard the movement, she put down the scroll in her hand and looked up, she didn't care about Jiang Zhuo who was walking in front of me. From the beginning to the end, she only looked at me who was at a loss--with delicate eyebrows. He smiled calmly, not at all uncomfortable.

When I touched those gentle and watery eyes, I stood there in a daze, not daring to step forward, but felt that the tears in my eyes burst down the embankment without warning: "Emperor Sister!"