Peng Ji waved her small fist with a very serious attitude.

Yan Zheng felt a little moved when he heard this, but the emotion lasted for not long, and Yan Zheng became worried again.

Listening to Peng Ji's words, it seems that Yazi is really unsafe at night...

What's wrong with this world? Yan Zheng's heart was full of confusion, like the sky above his head, with darkness in the heavy fog.

Under Peng Ji's leadership, Yan Zheng quickly came to the vicinity of Chongwen Hall and said that the hall was actually a main hall. At this time, Yan Zheng discovered that Chongwen Hall was right behind the left side of Mingde Hall, facing Zhengli Hall.

The entire Eastern Palace is long, narrow and thin from north to south, and thin from east to west.

Standing at the entrance of Chongwen Pavilion and looking up at the railing, you can see several halls around you. Yan Zheng laughed at himself, "It's good, you don't have to worry about getting lost."

While Yan Zheng was observing the terrain, Peng Ji's thin body had pushed open the heavy and rich door of Chongwenguan. The wooden door made a harsh creaking sound, and it seemed like a knife was slashing on the glass.

Yan Zheng turned his head and looked at the door in surprise. For some reason, at the moment when he heard the harsh sound, an extremely strange thought came to his mind. The gate of Chongwenguan may have not been opened for a long time.

No one comes to take care of it from time to time, so he makes such a terrible and awkward sound.

Yan Zheng was very puzzled. He seemed to have such strange thoughts all the time. He carefully observed every terrain, saw and heard some unusual things, and subconsciously reasoned and analyzed them in his mind.

This kind of alert behavior that was already very capable made Yan Zheng once again doubt his identity. Is he really the crown prince?

The crown prince is not responsible for everything and has great affairs every day, so how can he be alert to such a level of being full of plants and trees? Is there always a troublemaker who wants to harm me?

Yan Zheng thought strangely in his heart...

Peng Ji stood at the door of the black hall, tilted her head and looked at Yan Zheng in a daze. After observing for a while, Peng Ji shouted impatiently: "Li Sanleng~! Don't be idle, come in quickly~ I'm going to close the door!"

Yan Zheng suddenly woke up like a dream.

“Oh~”

After a few steps, he quickly stepped forward and walked into the hall. As soon as he entered the door, Peng Ji turned around and closed the door. Looking at the light swallowed by the darkness, Yan Zheng shouted anxiously: "Don't close the door, it's too dark, you

Don't light the lights?"

Peng Ji ignored Yan Zheng and closed the door on his own until the light turned into a thin slit, and the gap was finally swallowed by the door.

The light outside the window can still shine in through the window paper. Unfortunately, the light seems weak and can only illuminate one or two inches in front of the window. If you are a little further, you can do nothing.

Standing in front of the door, Yan Zheng turned around and looked at the hall behind him as dark as the abyss. He uneasyly moved to the position where Peng Ji was standing, swallowed, Yan Zheng asked, "Peng Ji~Peng Ji

~Why are you closing the door?"

Peng Ji smiled and said, "Hehe~ Your Highness, you are not afraid of the darkness, right?"

After the words came, Peng Ji suddenly ran past Yan Zheng, and the breeze brought to him hit Yan Zheng's face, as cool as water.

Yan Zheng shouted in disguise: "Peng Ji, Peng Ji, where have you been..."

What answered him was a series of silver bell-like laughter, and the laughter kept echoing in the empty hall. Yan Zheng couldn't tell where Peng Ji was. The messy footsteps and the girl's laughter echoed in the darkness.

Jue, Yan Zheng's hair was standing upside down in an instant, as if there was a ghost lurking around him invisibly.

Yan Zheng's body was tense, his fists were clenched, and he was a little at a loss when he stood there. At this moment, something seemed to be about to break out of the ground. This creepy scene seemed very familiar to him.

...

Suddenly, the light dispelled the darkness. Yan Zheng, who was nervous, breathed a sigh of relief. Peng Ji lit up a palace lantern, and then Peng Ji's thin figure shuttled back and forth between the pillars of the hall like a butterfly, and the lamps lit up one by one.

rise.

Yan Zheng stood there and laughed silently.

Is he the crown prince? Why is he very familiar with the feeling of terror? The crown prince is associated with terrifying things. Yan Zheng feels inconsistent when he thinks about it, and he is increasingly confused about the authenticity of his identity.

All signs show that he is definitely not as simple as a crown prince. He may be an exorcist hunter or a mage...

Within a moment, the darkness in the hall swept away, and the bright lights allowed the entire hall to be seen. Yan Zheng subconsciously interrupted his thoughts and looked into the hall.

On the left side of the hall are rows of sandalwood bookshelves that rise from the ground, radiating magnificent red under the light, and in the center is a long cloud table. The screen behind it is extremely rich and the scenery of the mountains and rivers is mixed with gold threads.

At first glance, it seems that countless stars are flashing under the light.

The desk is covered with neat rice paper, and the four treasures of the study are all available. On the right is an incense burner with grapes, birds and beasts, and on the left is a crane-shaped palace lantern, which is singing with a high neck. There is a fire core spitting out in the mouth, which is lifelike, and there is no way to see where the lamp oil is added.

Place.

After carefully looking at three or five fingers, Yan Zheng sighed in disappointment. This place was also an extremely strange place for him. Although it was shocked by the luxury of the hall, Yan Zheng had no reflection of this place in his memory.

It was not as familiar as the horror atmosphere just now, which made him feel familiar.

This is an extremely embarrassing thing for Yan Zheng...

Looking up again, looking around for a while, seeing all the scenery, and confirming that he had no impression of this place, Yan Zheng turned around and asked Peng Ji, "Where are we going to sleep tonight? I saw that the hall was empty and there was no rest

Wherever the floor is paved with good marble, it is as cold as frost. If you lie on the ground, you may feel cold air entering your body and easily cause wind evil symptoms!”

As soon as this sentence was said, Yan Zheng was slightly stunned again. One step and one step is counting, and three steps have almost become his instinct. But in fact, Yan Zheng did not want to do this, everything came from his subconscious

, or instinct, a person can forget his memories, but he will never forget his habits. These habits that were leaked inadvertently seemed to be telling Yan Zheng that he was a meticulous person before.

At this time, Peng Ji opposite him stared at her eyes and said in disbelief: "No, no, no, no, you even forgot this!"

Yan Zheng shook his head bitterly and said in his heart that he had forgotten it, he had never been there. Just like his own monologue just now, he might have forgotten his memory of Chongwenguan, but he would never have forgotten it in Chongwen.

The habit of reading and writing in the museum.

But when he walked in just now, he didn't have any physical instinctive habits, but he showed clues in subtle observation and calm analysis...
Chapter completed!