Chapter 50: Retribution (2)

As night fell, the splendid palace was painted with a dark color, and the dry branches swayed in the cold wind, which looked extremely horrible, and the swirling wind choked in the sky, making people feel uneasy. This is destined to be an unsettled night, from time to time in the Sixth House of the East and West, the sound of porcelain cracking and the mournful cry of a woman. The people in the palace of the night rushed past the lanterns, did not dare to look at them, and even dared not ask.
In the dry palace, Emperor Zhou Wu was squatting on the desk and reading the scores. On the rosewood pen holder on the pen, there was a sachet on it, and the faint aroma came from, which made people feel at ease.
"The emperor, Shen Huiru woke up, and was clamoring to see you." Chang Xi retired a small who reported the letter and went into the temple to say in a whisper.
Zhou Wudi did not even move his brow and continued to review the memorial. Chang Xi sees that he is indifferent, is about to retreat, but sees him put down a good batch of confession, whisper, "Go, go and see." There must always be an understanding between them.
Going out a few steps, his brow wrinkled, and folded back, took the sachet on the pen holder and collected it in his arms.
The cold palace was more ruined in the night, the ground was full of dried wormwood, and the wind slammed in a roll. Listening to the very people, the window paper of the palace had already been eroded by the rain, and it did not play the role of protecting the cold. There is no difference between dripping and ice inside and outside the house.
Shen Huiru was lying on a damp and moldy bed. There was only a thin quilt for heating. He still licked the blood and soaked the skirt. Her cold shivering, her forehead was sweating with a layer of fine sweat, and her face was quiet, without the despair and fear of a big disaster. At this point, all the struggles are in vain, and she has to keep her strength to see the man.
Nian Ci gathered the dried wormwood and ordered a small fire, far away from Shen Huiru, and did not care about her life and death. She is very regretful now, and she begins to miss the life of Qianfushan Gujing.
The snoring of the broken gate of the palace attracted the attention of both people. When they saw the man behind Chang Xi, their eyes were bright at the same time.
"The emperor is alive, the slave knows it wrong!" Nian Ci went to the man in front of the man and rolled his head, and the ground quickly dipped a little bit of blood.
"It's too noisy." The man faintly opened, and he often waved his hand behind him, and then he flew up and stunned the palace wall.
Seeing Chang Xi’s skill, Shen Huiru, who was leaning on the bed, suddenly smiled low. Chang Xi is a fake, the emperor must be true! Thinking of herself handing over the soul of the Queen Mother of Soul to the other party, she felt like a jumping clown, pitiful and sad!
"Chen Chen has seen the emperor." She smiled, and she was very calm.
Zhou Wudi did not take care of her. She didn't even look at her. She slowly walked to the only chair in the hall and saw the thick dust on her face. The brow wrinkled.
Chang Xi immediately walked over and laid the big shackles he wore on it.
"What are you looking for?" The man leaned against the back of the chair at random, and the dark and dark scorpion was determined to be unobtrusive. The woman's face was very pale, her lips were dry and chapped, and she dipped a few blood, which looked very miserable. However, his heart is extremely calm, and there will never be a wave of waves from the other side.
"All the sins are undertaken by the courtiers and the fathers. They have nothing to do with the young and old in the family. Please ask the emperor to be merciful and spare them." Shen Huiru straightened up and dragged the sick body out of bed, kneeling in front of the man and dyed red. A large piece of skirt is still dripping with blood, and a strong suffocating sighs. This picture is really fierce to the extreme! Shen Huiru is betting that the man still has a pity for her.
It is a pity that she was wrong. After five months of almost collapsed, the man’s heart was as cold as a thousand years.
"Shenjiatong is the enemy of the country. If you succeed, how many people will die in the hands of the barbarians in the week?" Zhou Wudi leaned over and asked in a word. Seeing a woman with a sorrowful look, he smiled, but the words he said were cold to the bones. "I feel that it is not enough to repay your sins with thousands of people from the Shen family! The family, but whoever is with the Shen family, but where the name of the country is still ancient, you must be a slave for generations, and there will be no day."
When the words fall, the man does not care for the twisted face of the woman, and stands up to leave.
"The emperor, the courtier really regrets! Regrets did not kill you at the beginning!" Shen Huiru tried his best to cover his clothes, biting his teeth and said.
The man smiled and kicked her hand and continued on.
"Emperor! Do you remember our past? Do you still remember the promise of the courtiers? You said, let the vassals of the ancestors and the phoenixes, the scenery is married! Let the people of the whole week know that what you love is Chen Hao! To be the most honorable Princess of the Emperor with the birth of the minister! But have you done it? In the three years of entering the palace, what did you give to the courtier?" She fell to the ground and shouted sternly.
Zhou Wudi stopped and looked back at her with a bottomless scorpion. After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth. "What did you give you? Shen Huiru, three years into the palace, have you been poisoned? You have been saddened." Have you ever been betrayed and sold by a confidant woman? Nothing! I will eradicate all hidden dangers for you! Keep your protection tight! Even," he said, he closed his eyes and his voice became very hoarse. I have set up a shield for you, let her fight for you, fight for you, you just have to rest in the Bell Palace, wait until the temple is cleared, you are in the post of the day. You are protecting yourself in your own way. And you have done it! You may be sorry for all the women in the palace, but you are only worthy of you!"
Regaining his gaze, he kicked the palace door and walked outside the hall. The cold wind blew, and the eyelids of the mood surged immediately. He pressed the sachet of the chest and strode away.
"The emperor! You don't go, the courtier knows the wrong..." Shen Huiru's hoarse voice has no resentment, only the deep regret. There is no conspiracy calculation, no intrigue, but now I want to come, how calm and happy she was in the days of the Bell Palace! But all this was ruined by her greed!
Chang Xi picked up the big cockroach on the chair and crossed it from her. It is too late to regret it!
Outside the palace, Taishifu.
The news that Liangzhu’s lost tires were blown into the cold palace came out, and the people who came to the Taishifu to participate in the condolences retired instantly. Most of them are attached to Shen Tai’s fancy all-hearted belly and the emperor’s favor for Liangzhu. These two things are gone, and the Shen family was immediately beaten back to the original shape, no, even worse than before. How can a good end be beaten into the cold palace, and Shen Taishi is seriously injured and deprived of all duties, this is undoubtedly the signal that the emperor wants to start the Shen family. Maybe, Shen’s disaster is the emperor’s handwriting.
The natural person who can be an official in the middle of the DPRK is a wise man. The Shen family was immediately assigned to the refusal of the Beijing-based honourable family. The deep friendship with the Shen family is a feeling of great disaster.
In the horrible hall of the wind, Shen Taishi was sitting in the scorpion's coffin. The housekeeper sent the attendant and handed a secret letter to him.
He set his mind, and after reading it, his face was even older. The letter paper fell from his trembling hands, and the wind rolled up in the sky above the mourning hall, revealing a bit of ominous meaning.
"Master, what happened?" The housekeeper whispered.
"Xie Zhenghao is dead. The man in the palace must be the emperor! It must be! He woke up!" Shen Taishi fell down on the back of the chair. Orthodoxy is orthodox, as long as he is allowed to sit on the throne, he has countless means to make Shen Jiafei annihilate!
"Master, what's wrong with you!" Looking at Shen Taishi's eyes closed and slowly fell to the ground, the housekeeper shouted in anxiously.

On the following day, Meng Sangyu just came to the Qing Palace to attend the hospital. In the gray sky, the snow began to fall, and she walked quickly to the front of the temple, taking off the big cockroaches.
Chang Xi stopped the notice of the palace outside the palace, so as not to disturb the sleep of the emperor, and then diligently took over the aunt of the German goddess, led her to the sleeping hall.
In the temple, the dragon was burned, and the warmth was like spring. A bonsai of the camellia placed on the window was sprouted, and even a few flower buds were spit, which led Meng Sang to see more. She was surprised to find that in the past, the empty and cold dry temples had a lot of green potted plants, which seemed warm and lively.
After a person dies, he will be particularly attached to life. This is really true. As she walked, she saw the bed and the closed dragon couch, and looked at Changxi with a slight hesitation. "Isn't the waking up? The palace is going to the temple for a while."
"The emperor had commanded last night, and the maiden came to let the maiden wake him up immediately." Chang Xi replied.
St. Shangkou may not defy. Meng Sang licked his lips and had to step forward to pull the bed and prepare to wake the man.
The man leaned into the thick eyebrows of the cockroaches, and there were two strong blacks under the eyes. Obviously, he slept very unsteadily, and his thin lips smashed into a straight line. The beautiful face brought a little cold and cool. Meng Sangqi knows that when he opens his eyes, it is chilling to see the ruthlessness in the bottom of his eyes.
She leaned over and hesitated when she was ready to open her mouth. Still let him sleep for a while, at least he is harmless, and she doesn't have to worry about it. She was just about to put down the bed, but the man opened his eyes one step at a time. He saw the woman at the bedside, but he did not have the slightest horrified expression. Instead, he raised a fascinating but real smile and pulled the woman onto the bed.
"Mulberry, sleep with you for a while." He grabbed the woman's slender waist, satisfied with the whisper, the tone, this action, as if the two wake up every day so face to face.
"The emperor, the courtiers are cold!" Meng Sangqi struggled to think of it, accidentally touched the jade pillow, and found that his sachet was under pressure.
When she was wrong, the man had turned over and pushed her into the couch, putting her two hands on her shoulders and whispering, "Hug, no, you can't sleep."
The beauty is close at hand, but he can't touch it, afraid to provoke her disgust, and even more afraid to push her to the cusp. Only in a dream can he relive the warm and sweet time of the past.
When did I sleep with you? Didn't you have me before, do you sleepless nights and nights? Meng Sangyu looked at the man who was huddled and huddled in his arms, and once again doubted whether his memory was a problem. Her imagination was no longer rich and she couldn't think of it. The company that accompanied her for nearly five months would be the emperor of the high.