At night, people from Taiji Palace came outside to report that Yan Xiu was awake and called Zhu Sijia over.
I wish Scarlett to hide her sewing basket properly and go with the palace guests.
Tai Chi Palace.
Yan Xiu was much better than when he had a headache during the day. Li Woyun and Yan had not left yet because they had finished handling the political affairs for him.
He leaned on the bed and read books, chatting with Li Woyun. The three of them got along well with each other, but Zhu Sijia was too embarrassed to come forward to disturb them.
She was just about to turn around and tell the people in the imperial dining room to prepare a nourishing dinner, but unexpectedly Yan Wei stopped her excitedly from a distance:
"The royal sister-in-law is here!"
Thank God, the savior is here. He doesn't want to stay with Yan Xiu anymore.
Yan Xiu's temper has been bad since he was a child, but he doesn't show it. In addition, his temperament is cold and unstable. He is no different from the stone next to the latrine, so I wish Scarlett can tolerate him.
Although he didn't make it difficult for him when he had a headache this time, he had just woken up and asked himself and Li Woyun to carry important memorials and read them to him. They had never had this habit before, and it seemed that Zhu Sijia was used to it. of.
Yan Wei even trotted up to Zhu Sijia, took the cloak she took off with his own hands, and said diligently:
"How is your rest, Sister-in-law? Have you had dinner? Do you have energy now?"
Zhu Scarlett was slightly uncomfortable with it. She smiled but didn't smile. She grabbed her cloak back with all her strength and answered him one by one: "I rested very well. I haven't used it yet. I'm waiting to use it with His Majesty. I'm very energetic."
Yan Xiu glanced behind him, and Yan Wei felt a chill go down his spine. He stuck out his tongue:
"Okay, let's just wait for the emperor's sister-in-law to say this. Since the emperor's sister-in-law is here, my brother and Mr. Li will not disturb you and the emperor's brother here. Mr. Li, why don't you leave quickly?"
Li Woyun waved the memorial in his hand: "I haven't finished reading it to His Majesty yet..."
Yan Xiu: "I am not feeling well. Mr. Li and King Xiang are handling many important matters on my behalf today. They have been very hard at work. Please step aside first."
Li Woyun threw down the memorial and said: "I resign."
Before Yan Wei left the house, he was curious and asked Yan Xiu:
"Brother Emperor, which maid in the palace made the pajamas you are wearing? It's so ugly. Recommend it to me quickly. I will also give him one to make fun of the sixth man on his birthday."
Zhu Scarlett blushed instantly.
Yan Xiu rubbed the crookedly embroidered dragon on the lapel of his clothes, with murderous intent in his eyes:
"Yizhou or Yunzhou, how about you choose one of them as a fiefdom?"
Yan Wei was confused and said: "Why do you want me to go to such a barbaric place..."
A pale hand pulled him from outside the house. It was Li Woyun: "My lord, let's go!"
Zhu Sijia hesitated and sat down on the outside of Yan Xiu's bed: "Your Majesty, what King Xiang just said was not intentional. It was my concubine's poor craftsmanship that made people laugh. You must not -"
"I know." Yan Xiu pulled her into his arms with great strength, "The dragon embroidered by Cicada is the only one in the world. I cherish it before it's too late. Don't get discouraged because of his nonsense."
"Besides, those who don't know are not guilty. Yizhou and Yunzhou have outstanding people and good weather. How can I be willing to let my brother suffer? Of course I go to enjoy the blessings."
He just doesn't care about Yan Wei's "old six" words. As for Yan Wei, he can go wherever he likes.
Zhu Sijia smiled and put her hand under the quilt to touch the funny dragon on his lapel. Now everyone knew about her poor embroidery skills. Thinking of this, she was in a good mood and raised her head to ask Yan Xiu:
"Does my concubine count as the one who monopolizes the true dragon in the world?"
After saying that, her little hands restlessly reached into his clothes and wandered around his waist and abdomen. Yan Xiu held her hand down:
"Count it? Why can't it count? It's just that Zhu Zhaoyi is so courageous. Even if I am a sick dragon now, I still have the power to chop waves and irrigate the fields with spring rain. Have you figured it out?"
He is still suffering, how can he be allowed to do whatever he wants?
Zhu Sijia was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. She smiled stiffly and said coquettishly: "I know I was wrong. Is your Majesty hungry? I haven't had dinner yet, so let's have dinner with him first."
She really loves to flirt but can't stand it. She wants to be a witch concubine, so she first makes her waist thicker so that she won't be able to withstand his collision. Yan Xiu laughed a few times and let her go.
…
Around three o'clock in the night, there was a sudden strong wind outside the Tai Chi Palace, black clouds came over the top, and rough wind and rain followed the trend.
The candlelight in the hall was extinguished by the strong wind, and Yan Xiu felt his limbs suddenly become cold, and he woke up dimly to the sound of wind and rain.
When he woke up, the hall was dark and empty beside him. Yan Xiu reached out and touched Zhu Sijia for a long time, but he didn't find Zhu Sijia.
Yan Xiu was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes and socks. He stood up with bare feet and looked around for her, calling loudly: "Cicada, where have you been?"
"Cicada, answer me quickly."
Yan Xiu searched all over the Taiji Palace, but still could not find Zhu Sijia, let alone Zhu Sijia. There was not even a palace maid or eunuch on duty at night. How unbecoming!
The cold wind was blowing, and the thin pajamas could not resist the cold. Only the feeling of the wrinkled dragon on the skirt touching the skin was the most real.
Yan Xiu was about to turn back when the door to the main hall of Taiji Palace was suddenly pushed open, and several frightening eunuchs with pale faces walked outside the hall. They were all dressed in silk. The night was dark, but the green lanterns they held in their hands gave off a faint green light, which was very strange.
"Come here."
He wanted to ask clearly what happened tonight, Yan Xiu ordered to them.
But they seemed to turn a deaf ear and ignored it. They walked out with lamps in hand and talked to each other: "The funeral of the Queen Mother is a top priority. We must keep our spirits up at all times."
Queen Mother?
Yan Xiu's first reaction was Empress Dowager Zhang. Could it be that Empress Dowager Zhang died after not lasting long in Zhangtai Palace?
He chased out and followed the eunuchs. No matter how loud he shouted, they couldn't hear his voice. Moreover, they were not going in the direction of Zhangtai Palace, but in the direction of Changle Palace.
Yan Xiu was confused in every possible way. He strode down the cold palace road and broke into Changle Palace.
The gloomy atmosphere in Changle Palace is even worse. White flags that attract souls are hung everywhere, the palace servants and concubines have numb faces, there is thunder, and the main hall is filled with the intermittent cries of women.
Yan Xiu covered his ears and refused to listen. Just as he was about to enter the dormitory to find Zhu Sijia, a child appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his sleeve:
"follow me."
He looked down and saw that it was his eight-year-old self.
Xiao Yanxiu pulled his sleeve and was about to enter the bedroom behind the mourning hall, and then led him into the closet.
Although Yan Xiu is now more than nine feet long, he can easily follow him and hide himself.
Xiao Yanxiu raised his index finger at him: "Shh, this is the secret room that the imperial grandmother told me. She said before her death that as long as I am unhappy, I can hide here obediently and wait for her to play hide and seek with me. Give me candies as a reward. She will definitely come to us, right?"
Yan Xiu was dumbfounded, and then thought about what happened next. He wanted to get out of the closet regardless, but the closet door was like an upper barrier, and he couldn't open it with all his strength.
Outside the closet door, there was the sound of a man and a woman talking, followed by extremely suppressed and ambiguous breathing.
"The Empress, your humble minister Chen Rang is here to serve you."
"Mother, may I please you?"
