Chapter 1163: Those dreams did not have time to appear

At night, I couldn't see my fingers.
When He Yi walked into the dungeon of Dali Temple, there was a burst of dampness, accompanied by the darkness that seemed to be inevitable in front of him, and he rushed toward him, making him unable to help but frown.
Although the two guards behind each carried lanterns, they could only illuminate the space in front of them.
The darkness around him made him feel like a beast, which would swallow him at any time.
This kind of ominous feeling has been gone for a long time.
Since the fire in the palace that year, Zhu Feng ended the rule of the previous emperor, he has not felt this way for a long time.
The guard behind him noticed that he was hesitant, and said softly, "My lord?"
He Yi came back to his senses: "Huh?"
"Just ahead."
"Ok."
He was ordered to come to Dali Temple overnight for review. King Ning’s case was special and was a felony of treason. Unlike other people in prison, there were people who came to visit. Even if the emperor allowed them, no one would dare to be at this time. Trouble the upper body.
Therefore, the only people in Dali Temple that King Ning had contact with.
And just now, he met all the people who had been in contact with King Ning, and there was almost no problem.
The only one left is the guard of the dungeon.
Although it was only a small person, if it were normal, he would not need him to interrogate at all, but King Ning was poisoned to death in front of the emperor, this matter was no small matter, and he could only be fine-tuned.
So, to the dungeon.
The two guards saw that it was too dark in front of him, so they walked in front of him to lead him, and said, "My lord, the cell where King Ning is imprisoned is in front, and the guard is also in front."
They talked as they walked.
After a while, he walked to the door of the cell, but as soon as he approached, all three of them were stunned.
The cell was supposed to be empty, but at this moment, a black shadow was hanging in the air, dangling.
It turned out to be a corpse!
"Oops!"
One of the guards yelled, rushed forward, kicked the cell door open, and took a photo with the lantern in his hand.
It is the guard of that dungeon.
He fell in the middle of the cell, with a twine tied around his neck, hanging from the skylight above his head.
The cold moonlight shone from the skylight and shone on his pale face.
The blood flowing from his eyes, nose and mouth were all shivering in cold green.
The two guards suddenly panicked, and said at a loss: "How could this be?"
"How could he—also poisoned?"
"Is it, committing suicide in fear of sin?"
"Could it be that King Ning is him"
He Yi remained silent, standing only outside the cell, separated by a row of thick fences, looking coldly at the dangling corpse.
There was no expression on his face.


In the next two days, news came one by one.
Zhu Feng only felt that the cloud over the imperial city was thicker.
People who have been in contact with King Ning, after taking poison, "suicide".
He wanted to find the personal notes of the Emperor Gao in the palace, but as early as that year, when he attacked the imperial city, the hall was burned, and all the things of the year were lost in that sea of ​​fire.
The people who knew those things had already disappeared one by one as the years passed, and his original battle of Jing Nan.
He suddenly found that he could not find anything.
Just as Zhu Xuan said before his death, although he is a nine-five-year-old and rich in all over the world, he is completely ignorant of who he was born and raised.
He is even worse than an ordinary citizen.
When thinking like this, Zhu Feng sat behind Yu'an, grasping the edge of the table with both hands, his knuckles were white, and those eyes, because they were sleepless for two days, were covered with red blood. There is also a hideous look almost crazy.
Seeing him like this, He Yi and Xu Miaoyin were nervous.
After experiencing the previous time, they knew too much about how much their life experience would have on Zhu Feng.
And the most terrifying thing is--
For the first time, when he was still young, Emperor Gao could completely control him.
The second time, after the altar of worship, he had already committed a murder in the palace. Fortunately, he met the imperial concubine at that time, which caused him to stagnate for a moment when he lost his mind. He Yi managed to control him by chance.
However, not every time can be so lucky.
They have no way to control, if it happens a third time, what will happen.
But the emperor, not everyone can control.
Moreover, after reporting the matter, although Zhu Feng exuded a terrifying aura, he did not directly kill like the last time, which made them feel lucky.
Perhaps this time, Zhu Feng will no longer be affected by the past?
Thinking of this, they all looked at him carefully.
The entire Imperial Study Room was oppressed by a suffocating breath, and after a long silence, Zhu Feng sat in a chair and said in a deep voice, "You all, go down."
He Yi and Ye Yu hesitated.
Xu Miaoyin said softly: "The emperor, stay with the concubine and accompany the emperor."
"no need."
Zhu Feng was expressionless, and said coldly: "I want to be alone."
"..."
"All out!"
Everyone had nothing to say at this time, they could only carefully exit the Imperial Study Room.
As soon as he closed the door, Ye Hao frowned and looked back at He Yi: "Old Niubi, what should I do this time, say it yourself!"
He Yi was silent for a while.
Xu Miaoyin said on the side: "The situation of the emperor this time seems to be different from before."
He Yi said: "Because this time, it's too short of time since the last time I used it."
"..."
"He didn't have time to recover some senses."
"You mean—"
He Yi looked at Ye Wei: "Do you remember what you often said, the emperor is so murderous in his dream?"
Ye Xu nodded.
In fact, they all know that Zhu Feng has been troubled by dreams, and his bloodthirsty is often accompanied by his dreams.
He will become bloodthirsty because of the influence of his dreams.
He Yi said: "But this time, after using Too Sang Qing Qing, the emperor rarely seems to have such a dream."
"..."
"In other words, the impact of his memory on him is diminishing."
Ye Yu opened his eyes wide: "Is it true?"
He Yi was silent for a moment, and said, "I guess."
"you--"
Ye Xun's expression on his face was not slapped.
But on the other side, Xu Miaoyin said: "My palace feels that Heyi's words are correct. These days, the emperor does not seem to be affected by dreams anymore."
"..."
"Of course, maybe it's because the time to use it is too short, and those dreams haven't had time to appear."
He Yi was silent for a while, and then said: "I think there is another person who might also have some influence."
"Who?"
"Noble concubine."