who is she?
Why can't he remember her?
A kind of panic that he would never lose his love spread in his heart.
He shouted angrily: "Say! What's going on?"
Chun Xing had seen this love poem, which was written by Queen Sang. When Queen Sang was still alive, he would read it many times a day and not allow others to touch it. He didn't want to, but now he saw it again. God, he should have thrown it away before.
It's too late to throw it away now.
I can only find a way to hide it.
"Go back to the young master, that is, that is written by the princess."
Chun Xing had an idea and pushed her onto the princess.
Yes, it's the princess. The young master is close to the princess, so saying this will not arouse his suspicion.
After hearing this, Feng Runsheng frowned and looked at the love poem a few more times: "This is not the princess's handwriting. Chun Xing, you lied to me."
Chun Xing lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes. Because she didn't look into his eyes, she had the courage to continue lying: "I don't dare. It is indeed written by the princess. She said it was for your appreciation."
She hinted: Don't think too much about it, even if it is a very ordinary love poem, the princess did not write it for you.
Feng Runsheng was still suspicious and asked her to look up: "Look at me and say."
Chun Xing's scalp felt numb after hearing this, her hands were hidden in her sleeves, and her palms were sweaty.
calm.
Don't panic.
The young master has forgotten everything.
She won't be able to reveal any clues to death.
Chun Xing comforted herself like this. When she raised her head, her panic had calmed down. She even smiled when she spoke: "Master, if it wasn't written by the princess, who else could it be? You just came to Jingdu, which one?" Will the young lady get so close to you? Even write you love poems? Besides, the princess won’t allow it. Don’t you still know the princess’s heart for you?”
She boldly joked: "You had a high fever two days ago and can't remember many things. Fortunately, they are all unimportant things, but you can't forget them. Otherwise, the princess will be sad if she finds out." of."
She talks eloquently and has a natural expression.
Feng Runsheng met her eyes and found no other clues.
But the seeds of doubt were planted.
"Yeah?"
He murmured, turned his head, and saw the rain hitting the window, crackling, the rain was falling very hard.
The night was already very late, and it was not the time to go to the palace.
"That's all. Get out."
He lay down, hugged the love poem, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He will go to the palace to verify it tomorrow.
royal palace
Zhaoning Hall
The night is dark and the autumn frost is cold.
Lying in bed, Sang Qi dreamed of his sister again, returning to their childhood after a long absence.
At that time, they were only five years old. Because their mother and concubine fell out of favor and entered the cold palace, they were bullied by the palace people.
One Mid-Autumn Festival, my sister really missed her mother and concubine, so she sneaked away to the cold palace. As a result, she was deliberately pushed into a well.
Fortunately, there was no water in the well, and it was an abandoned well. In addition to a thick layer of fallen leaves, there were also several corpses of palace people, which had a easing effect and did not kill my sister on the spot.
But the sister fell into a coma on the spot.
Because he was unconscious in a dry well, no one knew.
Maybe some people knew about it but were indifferent.
They are princes and princesses who have fallen out of favor. In this palace that eats people without spitting out bones, princes and princesses who have fallen out of favor are like the concubines who have fallen out of favor, and their lives are worse than pigs and dogs.
He had no one to help him, so he searched for her for a long time, shouting until his voice became hoarse, but he still couldn't find his sister.
He was so worried that he broke into his father's palace and begged him to send someone to find his sister.
Naturally, many palace people and guards stopped him along the way. He was forced to pull out the guard's knife. It was too heavy for him to swing, so he hugged him tightly. The sharp blade pierced his skin, and blood flowed from his body. Flow down.
It actually scared them off.
In this way, he entered his father's palace dripping with blood and saw his father.
My father is very old. He is lying on the dragon bed with gray hair, sagging skin, and bags under his eyes hanging down to his nose. But he is still leaning against his beloved concubine who is as beautiful as a flower.
The beloved concubine screamed and threw herself into his arms, saying she was frightened.
The father seemed to feel distressed, saying that he was ignorant and had someone drag him down to give him a slap in the face.
Bang bang bang.
The heavy board fell on his butt, which hurt him to death.
It hurts so much.
He cried in pain and shouted in pain: "Father, my sister is missing, please save her."
He didn't know how long he shouted, but his father finally came out and looked down at him, his eyes gradually becoming compassionate.
“Father, sister, save sister—”
He stretched out his bloody hands and grabbed the hem of his clothes, his eyes full of pleading.
He knelt down, picked him up, and sighed: "It's true that brother and sister love each other deeply."
He felt moved by their brother-sister bond.
He finally sent someone to find his sister.
But after two days, I don't know whether they were careless or someone else had other plans, but they found nothing.
He still couldn't find his sister.
He was frightened, and due to his physical injuries, he developed a high fever. It was also when he had a high fever that he heard his sister calling for help.
Later, he relied on the feeling between siblings to find his dying sister.
It turned out that my sister fell into a coma for a while and finally woke up, but she was too scared to cry and could only whine: Brother, save me. Brother save me.
After many years, Sang Qi heard this cry for help again.
"Brother, help me, I'm not dead, I'm still alive, brother, help me -"
His sister's voice just echoed in his mind.
Sang Qi thought he was crazy.
He seemed to be hallucinating, hearing his sister's cry for help. This cry for help lasted for three consecutive nights, and he fell asleep every night, torturing him so much that he almost wanted to die.
He even began to reflect on whether it was because of his disgraceful means of getting to the top that led to today's disaster.
But which superior person doesn’t have blood on his hands?
My father should have died long ago.
When he gives him a beauty, he gives him a ride.
The imperial brother who once bullied him should also die.
They are the worms of the country. They are uneducated and have no skills. They eat, drink and have fun. They are corrupt and bend the law. He killed them for the sake of the people of the country.
Only my sister.
My sister is innocent.
At that time, when he first ascended the throne, his ambitions were so swollen that he killed traitorous ministers and brothers until his relatives disowned him, so he sent her to Yan State.
It's a pity that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation.
He calculated to the end, losing the throne, losing his sister, losing everything.
He deserves it!
Hahaha!
He wanted to laugh, but shed tears: Sister, I'm sorry, please stop torturing me.
He covered his ears, heartbroken, and rolled on the bed, not wanting to hear her voice again.
Suddenly, a burst of footsteps hurried in.
Then, Chu Xian's excited and uneasy voice came: "Jun Zhaoning, your majesty, your majesty has returned to the palace!"
