Late at night, the imperial palace was very quiet. Not a single one of the countless palaces in the imperial harem had lit candles. The people were already used to it. The emperor did not enter the imperial harem, so who could they light candles for? It was better to sleep early, eat and drink well, and take care of their own bodies. If there was no man to dote on them, at least they had to dote on themselves!
And their man? At this time, he was sitting on the stone steps outside Zhao He Hall, facing the large square in front of him and the crescent moon above his head. As he drank, he said to Zhang Yuan, who was sitting beside him, "Xiao Yuan, you're good in every way, but you can't drink with Us. That's too annoying."
Zhang Yuan rolled his eyes sullenly and said unhappily, "That cut might not have been done well, so when I drink, it's easy to leak. That's why this servant never dares to drink." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Emperor Tianwu and thought to himself, You're lucky that someone fixed it for you. Otherwise, you might have ended up like me.
Emperor Tianwu seemed to somewhat understand this little eunuch's thoughts. He also snorted and began to sigh ruefully, "What a pity! Old Yao is no longer here. Ever since he left, Us couldn't even find a partner to drink with. You say that Us is also careless. Old Yao didn't come to the palace for so long before he left. How could Us not think that his body was unwell? Day after day, I'm still strolling around the palace, but I didn't even take one last look at Old Yao. We really … "He couldn't continue speaking. He waved his hand, but there was a sparkling light in his eyes. Finally, the old emperor couldn't take it anymore. He raised his hand and forcefully wiped his face, tears flowing down his old face. "Old Yao is gone. Us finally accepted this fact with great difficulty. Our heart still hasn't calmed down. How could Hua 'er … Zhang Yuan, Us really can't believe it this time. Do you think Hua' er will die? How could someone like him die? "
Not so long ago, Emperor Tianwu would always have doubts when he saw Xuan Tianhua's face. Was that really his son? Even if he was proficient in both civil and military affairs, no one had ever heard of him having the slightest bit of Immortal Qi. Even if he was the True Dragon, the Son of Heaven, he couldn't be compared to an immortal. How could he give birth to such a son? With Old Seventh's appearance, sometimes even he had the impulse to worship her. Was she an immortal or a human?
But when he thought about it again, Old Seven didn't look like him, but he did look like his mother. Back then, when Consort Zhao entered the palace, she was also taken by surprise by everyone in the palace. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also different from others. She was like a fairy, and her every movement carried a celestial aura. Back then, he had not met Yun Pian Pian and did not reject the existence of concubines. Although he did not like them, he still remembered that he was the Emperor and had an obligation to carry on the Xuan Royal Family's bloodline. Therefore, he was like an ordinary emperor. He would enter the imperial harem and choose the concubines that he liked to pamper.
Back then, Consort Zhao was more to Emperor Tianwu's liking. She was very quiet and did not speak much. She just stood there quietly every day. Just looking at her made him feel comfortable. He thought that this fairy-like girl had to be protected more carefully. He could not let those foxes in the imperial harem eat her.
Unfortunately, no matter how careful he was, he still could not guard her. Because, when he left the palace, he met Yun Pian Pian. When he brought Yun Pian Pian back to the palace, Consort Zhao had already incurred the jealousy of the former Empress. In the end, she died in the hands of the former Empress.
Fortunately, Yun Pian Pian rejected everything in the palace, but she did not reject that child, Hua 'er. She took Hua 'er to be raised with the newborn Ming. She raised Hua' er for more than 20 years.
Now, everyone was saying that Hua 'er had died. Old Sixth had shown him the letter that Old Ninth had sent back from the East. The higher-ups also explained that his Seventh Brother had died outside Tong City, killed by Duan Mu An Guo's grenade. But why did he not believe it? Xuan Tianhua could die? Could a deity also die? He asked Zhang Yuan again: "Could it be that Old Ninth made a mistake?"
Zhang Yuan shook his head, "This Servant can't say for sure. This Servant is the same as you. I also do not believe that His Highness the Seventh Prince will die. But why does everyone say this? I heard that the citizens in the capital all wear white clothes all day to mourn for His Highness the Seventh Prince. But this time, it is different from when Lord Yao passed away. This time, in This Servant's heart, I also feel that His Highness the Seventh Prince is definitely still alive. "
"Then he is definitely alive!" Emperor Tianwu raised his head and poured all the wine in the cup down his throat, "Everyone in the world can die, but Hua 'er will not. But … … "He was a little worried," Will Pian Pian also think this way? Hua 'er was raised by her. We know that she treats Hua' er like Ming. In these days, there was Yao Xian first, then there was this matter with Hua 'er. Tell me, will Pian Pian not be able to take it? We miss her very much. What if she is hurt because of this matter? "Emperor Tianwu was restless," How about we sneak out of the palace to see her? Tell her that Hua 'er is not dead, that the rumors outside are all fake, and that Old Ninth's letter is also nonsense. This Old Ninth only knows how to talk nonsense every day. We can indulge him no matter how willful he was in the past, but this time, we are really angry. How can he joke around with his Seventh Brother's life? Let's go, Xiao Yuan, let's leave the palace now and tell Pian Pian so that she won't worry blindly. Although she looks like the little girl in the pictures, she is still a person in her early forties. She can't take this kind of blow. Let's go quickly! "
As he spoke, he stood up and pulled Zhang Yuan to leave. Zhang Yuan was frightened and quickly pulled him back, "Where are you going? It is the middle of the night and the palace gates are locked. Where do you want to go? Those who know are missing Consort Yun and want to go take a look. Those who don't know would think that the Emperor wants to escape the palace in the middle of the night! Stop messing around. It was not easy to get a break for two days, why are you messing around again? "
Emperor Tianwu glared, "We are worried that Pian Pian won't be able to accept Old Seventh's matter."
"Then we have to make plans tomorrow! How can we leave the palace in the middle of the night? " Zhang Yuan firmly refused to let him leave. He stood in place and said loudly, "If you have the ability, then use your martial arts to knock me down. Otherwise, I will not let you leave the palace today no matter what, and I will not follow you to cause trouble."
Emperor Tianwu was so angry that he was speechless. No matter what he said, it did not make sense. He could not help but sit back on the ground and sigh, "What kind of world is this? Even the servants are starting to control their masters. Those who know understand that I am the Emperor, but those who don't would think that you are the boss! We are really spoiling you too much. "
Zhang Yuan rolled his eyes at him and did not make a sound. Say whatever you want. In any case, you can't leave the palace in the middle of the night. Also, his stubborn temper and guts were really spoiled by the old Emperor. However, there was no other way. He had already spoiled him. It was useless even if the old Emperor regretted it.
The Emperor and the eunuch were in a deadlock in the palace. At this time, something big happened in the Chun Palace!
Every night, there would always be people burning joss paper for Xuan Tianhua. In almost every corner of the Chun Palace, there would be servants secretly crying while lighting joss paper. Originally, they were all very careful. Unexpectedly, the wind tonight was so strong that a few people's joss paper piles were blown away. The burning joss paper was blown everywhere by the wind. Countless people chased after it, wanting to put out the fire. However, the fire grew bigger and bigger. Finally, it could not be controlled anymore. The entire Chun Palace participated in putting out the fire.
"It's on fire! It's on fire! " The people ran around to spread the news. At the same time, large amounts of hidden guards gathered towards where Consort Yun was, doing their best to protect the only master in the palace.
Ban Zou was the first to move. He appeared from the shadows and arrived in front of Consort Yun who was drinking tea in the courtyard because she could not sleep. Following this, the light of the fire soared into the sky. In a certain direction in the palace, the light was very bright and there was a faint wave of heat that rushed over.
"Niang niang, go into the room. This subordinate will protect you. Nothing will happen." Ban Zou stood in front of Consort Yun and blocked the rolling heat for her.
However, Consort Yun did not respond to this. Not only did she not return to the room, she even stood up and looked at the place where the fire was for a long time. Only then did she mutter: "Which courtyard is on fire? Ben gong has to go take a look. "
She walked out as she spoke, scaring Ban Zou into quickly following behind her. As he followed, he advised: "Niang niang, no matter where the fire is, there will be servants to put it out. You must not go over. Niang niang, the waves of fire outside are very large. You should return to your room! This subordinate will pour a layer of water over the room from the outside. You will also feel cooler. Nothing will happen. "
"No, no." Consort Yun was very stubborn, "Ban Zou, either you stay here and keep watch, or you come with Ben gong to take a look. Since you recognize Ben gong as your master, you should listen to Ben gong's words. No one can stop Ben gong's decisions. "
Consort Yun made a face. Ban Zou had no choice but to obey. He could only helplessly follow her towards the place where the fire was. He also had to carefully block the waves of heat for her.
They finally saw the fire burning, but in this instant, even Ban Zou was dumbfounded!
The place where the fire was burning was actually Xuan Tianhua's courtyard. For some reason, the fire was so large. In just a short while, the originally elegant courtyard had been burned to ruins. Only the frame of the room remained. As for the wooden shelves, they were currently being burned to ash by the fire. In a moment of distraction, there was nothing left.
The servants saw that Consort Yun had arrived and all knelt in front of her. The managing eunuch said: "Niang niang, please punish these servants! It's all our fault. When we were burning paper, the paper was blown away by the wind. We never thought that it would burn His Highness the Seventh Prince's courtyard. Niang niang, these servants deserve to die! "
"These servants deserve to die!" Everyone said this. At the same time, they could no longer control the grief that had arisen from Xuan Tianhua's passing. One by one, they began to sob.
Consort Yun stood there in a daze. She did not speak for a long time until the waves of heat from the fire began to invade her. Ban Zou had no choice but to pull her back a few steps. Only then did she come back to her senses. However, she asked the servants: "You were just talking about burning paper? What paper are you burning? Who are you burning paper for? "
The servants could no longer hold it in. After so many days, the entire capital was in mourning for His Highness the Seventh Prince. Only their Chun Palace did not allow it. Their hearts felt uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable. Therefore, someone loudly said: "Niang niang! His Highness the Seventh Prince is dead. These servants are burning paper for His Highness the Seventh Prince! Niang niang, even if you don't want to admit it, His Highness is indeed dead! His corpse was left in a foreign land. It's impossible for a spirit to be placed in a place of war. These servants are thinking of burning some paper money for His Highness so that he won't have nothing on the road to Xuan Tianhua. Sob sob … … "
More and more people began to cry. The louder and louder cries filled Consort Yun's ears. Gradually, it was as if the entire Chun Palace was crying. The sorrowful aura permeated every bit of air, into people's hearts and lungs, and into their bones. Even Consort Yun couldn't help but cry.
She was stunned. She raised her hand to wipe at the bottom of her eyes in disbelief. Then she turned to ask Ban Zou: "Is this one crying? Why is this one crying? "
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