The weather is not very good today, the sky is gloomy.
The dark old bird flew over the palace, leaving a trail of haze behind.
After a while, the carriage stopped at the East Palace.
"Master, you can rest here. Let's discuss how to find the person later."
Zhao An gave Pu Yuan a few words to prepare a banquet, then left.
Puyuan looked around the palace alone, sniffing constantly, "It smells so strong of decay, what kind of evil is it?"
The little eunuch said: "Master, the harem is not as good as outside. If you are fine, you'd better try not to move around."
"Donor, has anyone died in the harem recently?" Pu Yuan asked curiously.
The little eunuch's head shook the rattle.
He is the little eunuch stationed in the East Palace of the black factory. I don't know if anyone will die, but the big eunuchs in the harem like to play with the maids, and it is normal for someone to die occasionally.
"Guilty, sinful."
Pu Yuan sighed and looked at the mottled and twisted palace wall in the distance from the corner of his eye. His face suddenly became solemn and he secretly said that he had lost money.
He had an uncomfortable feeling. This time when he came to the harem with Zhao An, he only exchanged a volume of the Heart Sutra and lost money to the west.
He decided that he must increase his efforts when Zhao An came back, otherwise he would not be able to take on this job.
On the other side, Zhao An hurriedly returned to the Yangxin Hall. Because he was interrupted by Huang Zhong just now, the empress's words were interrupted at the key point. He had to ask clearly.
However, when they arrived at Yangxin Hall, they found that the side hall was empty and the empress was missing.
Zhao An frowned and went to other places. He looked in the imperial study room but still saw no sign of anyone.
The eunuch on duty said: "Not long after Mr. Zhao left the palace, His Majesty went to Cining Palace and has not come back yet."
What are you going to do in Cining Palace?
After thinking about it again and again, Zhao An came to Cining Palace, but was stopped by the palace maid before he got close.
"Master Zhao, Your Majesty and the Queen Mother are talking. You should wait a little longer."
"You dare to stop me?" Zhao An raised his eyebrows in displeasure, and the palace maid said: "It's His Majesty's order, saying that if you come here, you will be asked to wait outside, and you are not allowed to trespass unless summoned."
Zhao An was helpless and didn't want to make things difficult for his servants, so he could only wait patiently outside.
They waited for an hour. Who knows what the empress could have talked to the old witch for so long. In addition, she seemed to have auditory hallucinations, with weak cries and shouts coming from the palace.
Time passes slowly, and a stick of incense passes by in the blink of an eye.
Just when Zhao An was waiting impatiently, the palace door finally opened.
The empress's face was slightly pale, her steps were staggering, and she almost stumbled and fell. She was so frightened that the nearby eunuchs and maids rushed towards her.
Zhao An hurriedly came to her, held her snow-white little hand, and whispered: "Are you okay?"
The empress shook her head and signaled to leave first.
The two returned to the Yangxin Hall. The empress sat on the dragon chair with a straight face and grabbed the scattered memorials.
Zhao An took the opportunity to observe her secretly.
Something was wrong with her, she looked particularly bad, and she seemed to be lame on the way back just now.
Even though he has been through a lot of ups and downs, how could he be so lame!
With this in mind, Zhao An came behind her and gently pressed her shoulders, "Your Majesty, what does the Queen Mother want from you?"
The empress said calmly: "Nothing, just chatting about home affairs."
Zhao An didn't believe a word of what she said and asked, "You haven't finished talking about what happened before. Who are you?"
"Is it important? I won't be sorry for you."
The empress changed her attitude and refused to answer any more.
Zhao An was a little annoyed and cursed: "Half of the story, being the Riddler will lead to a miserable end."
"You go and prepare the soup, otherwise I will be pregnant with your child and you will be completely tied to the harem."
The empress waved her hand, and Zhao An was speechless for a moment. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and saw the empress' hand on his lap. Her pretty face showed sorrow, but she returned to normal in an instant. "Slave, why don't you go quickly?"
Zhao An sneered and strode forward, regardless of whether she agreed or not, and suddenly held down her legs.
The empress was caught off guard and twitched in pain. She grabbed her restless hand and said bitterly: "Don't torture me anymore, okay?"
Zhao An simply picked her up and went straight into the side hall.
The empress became anxious and beat her chest crazily with her little fists, "I order you to put me down, otherwise, I will definitely kill you."
Threats are useless!
Zhao An insisted on seeing the ugly Yin Mao today.
He threw her onto the bed, lifted up the dragon robe, and roughly pulled down her pants.
The empress struggled hard, and when she saw that her trousers were about to be ripped open, she got angry and slapped her with her backhand!
There was a snap, and half of Zhao An's face hurt.
The empress said angrily: "Is this crazy enough? Don't you think it's too much? I am the emperor, not your slave."
"Is there an emperor like you? You've been bullied and you still have to endure it?"
Zhao An was not afraid of being slapped by her. He held her down while she was not prepared and pulled down her pants.
The side hall was instantly silent.
Even though Zhao An was mentally prepared, he still took a breath of cold air.
Just look at those beautiful snow-white legs covered with blood-red needle holes and bruises.
The empress lowered her head and squeezed the pink hand tightly, her chest rising and falling violently, "You are satisfied."
"Why does Luo Qingshuang treat you like this?"
Zhao An caressed the terrible scars painfully. The empress was so painful that she trembled and gritted her teeth without saying a word.
"Is this your secret?"
Zhao An thought of a lot in an instant.
This woman should not be the blood of the late emperor, but was replaced by Luo Qingshuang.
No wonder when she asked Luo Qingshuang that day if she knew the secret of the empress, Luo Qingshuang's expression was very indifferent. It turned out that she had long known that the current emperor was a woman!
The empress cried out: "What do you want from me?"
Zhao An pressed her little head into his arms and gently stroked her dark hair, "I won't ask about your relationship with the old witch anymore, but I will help you get rid of her and make the whole Daxia truly It’s in your hands.”
The empress raised her pale face, her eyes full of fear, "Don't mess around, I will naturally end things with her."
Zhao An sat on the edge of the bed, his whole soft body tightly wrapped in his arms.
At this moment, the empress was like a little white cat, curled up, lowering her eyes and muttering to herself: "I was brought into the palace by her back then, and then I became the emperor in a daze."
"Are you from the Xiao family?"
Zhao An vaguely caught some information.
The empress shook her head and said, "No, but Xiao Tian and I are childhood sweethearts, and I am also from Chenzhou."
Childhood sweethearts...
Zhao An didn't like her using such a title.
Xiao Tian is definitely not a kind person!
The empress nuzzled her lovingly into her arms and murmured again, "The Queen Mother hated the late Emperor. I saw her destroying her own son that year."
Zhao An was startled, "What hatred?"
"I don't know, but the late emperor's heir is still alive and was made into a human pig by her. He is in the dungeon of Cining Palace. There is a big vat there with only one head leaking out. I just went to see him. He was killed and he begged me to kill him."
Speaking of this, the empress shivered.
