Zhu ignored the jailbreak and gradually fermented it, and many people in the court got the news.
Emperor Tianqi was furious about this and heard that he smashed several vases, which made the entire harem gloomy. The maids and eunuchs did not dare to breathe, for fear that Emperor Tianqi would kill them if he was unhappy.
Hanbing Hall, main hall.
"You all go down."
On the phoenix couch, a graceful figure waved her hands gently, her voice was cold and elegant, and there seemed to be a trace of fatigue hidden in it, as if she had been ill for a long time.
Hearing this voice, the palace maids and eunuchs all bowed respectfully.
"yes!"
They all wisely withdrew.
Soon, Concubine Wan Gui was the only one left in the room.
Zhen'er looked at the empty hall with mixed feelings in her heart. Once upon a time, she had always dreamed that one day she could replace Concubine Wan Gui and become the most noble woman in the world.
And today, she did it.
But... there was no fluctuation in her heart, because she knew very well that all this was only temporary.
When Wan Zhen'er returns from practicing, she will return to her original place, staying in the dark courtyard, imitating every move of Concubine Wan Gui all day long, waiting for the next call.
Over and over again until the end of life.
This is her fate.
A destiny of being a shadow.
"Why……"
Zhen'er suddenly sighed softly. She turned over and got out of bed, walked to the bronze mirror, and looked at herself in the mirror with her outstanding appearance. She had mixed emotions for a while.
She and Wan Zhen'er were so similar that they were almost like twins. Even the maids and eunuchs who had been serving Concubine Wan Gui could not tell the difference.
How could there be such similar people in the whole world?
Zhen'er wondered more than once whether Nuwa was lazy when creating humans.
He and Concubine Wan Gui used the same template, but they have the same appearance but different fates.
Concubine Wan Gui had the most power in the world and was the most respected woman in the entire Ming Dynasty, but she was just a commoner.
Her father was the hussar general Wan Quan, but her father was just an ordinary citizen in the countryside.
"This face represents infinite wealth and power, but it is not mine..." Zhen'er murmured to herself in front of the bronze mirror.
At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the hall.
"This time, I can pretend that I didn't hear it. There will be no next time."
Hearing this cold voice, Zhen'er didn't even look back. She still looked at herself in the bronze mirror and said slowly: "What? Sir, did I say something wrong?"
"wrong."
"It is wrong to talk to the master falsely."
"It is also wrong to covet the master's things."
"You are just a shadow."
Ting Feng Yu's figure appeared strangely in the main hall, with a green mask and black clothes, looking at Zhen'er with bright eyes.
"shadow?"
"I don't like this title."
Zhen'er turned around, looked at Ting Feng Yu with eyes like autumn water, and said softly.
"You are the master's substitute, do your duty well, and don't think about things that don't belong to you." Ting Fengyu warned in a cold voice. "Haha!" Zhen'er laughed softly, her eyes were like water, extremely delicate,
Exuding a cold and noble aura, she casually leaned on the dressing table: "My lord, you are still so unkind. I think back then, it was your lord who saved me."
"It was the master who saved you, not me."
Listening to Feng Yu's words, he was still so calm and straightforward.
"Yes, everything you have belongs to her, so naturally she saved me." Zhen'er shook her head, as if she had already guessed Ting Feng Yu's answer.
"What's unusual recently?" Ting Fengyu didn't want to waste time on such boring things, so he asked directly.
Zhen'er thought for a while and said: "Three days ago, I was unconscious for a moment. I don't know if this is abnormal..."
"What?"
He is very sensitive to wind and rain, especially in such a big matter, and he cannot tolerate any sloppiness. He quickly asked: "Is there anything else unusual? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Have you noticed anyone else?"
Ting Feng Yu asked three questions in a row.
The stakes are too high and there is no room for error.
"No, nothing." Zhen'er shook her head, "That's why I didn't send you a message..."
"You should send a message to me immediately." Ting Fengyu interrupted Zhen'er's words, with a cold tone with a hint of urgency, and said coldly: "Some time ago, a Buddhist master once came to Hanbing Palace. At this moment, he is in a coma.
, there is definitely a problem, your identity may be exposed, damn it!"
Listening to the wind and rain, I immediately thought of many things, including the variables of things and so on.
"No, I must leave here and tell the master about this."
This thought flashed through Ting Feng Yu's mind.
Just as he was about to leave, he noticed something was wrong.
The surrounding space suddenly became quiet, and a hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder, but he didn't notice it at all?
Weird!
Horror!
If Ting Feng Yu hadn't been so kind-hearted, I'm afraid he would have screamed in surprise at this moment.
"Thunder and lightning!!"
Listen to the wind and rain.
He waved the long sword in his hand, the electric light flashed, the true energy surged, and the sharp sword force, accompanied by the thunderous mood, swung out, slashing hard at the person behind him.
The next moment, a powerful and terrifying sword intent surged out instantly.
"boom!"
The thunder disappeared, and the thunderous artistic conception was directly destroyed by a powerful sword intention. The long sword in Ting Feng Yu's hand was directly bounced out and inserted into the ground fiercely.
Listening to the wind and rain, all the energy in his body was disrupted, and in an instant, he lost his fighting power.
An idea emerged in my mind.
Grandmaster!
He must be a master!
Only a master can defeat himself with one move.
Damn it!
Is this the power of a strong master?
The next moment, Ting Feng Yu seemed to have guessed something and blurted out: "Nameless!"
After saying this, Tian Fengyu wanted to turn around, but he felt a hand placed on his head.
Then, he felt his body light up and he flew up.
Ting Feng Yu only felt that his whole body was hollow, limp and powerless, as if he was being controlled by someone. Then, when he looked down, he actually saw another version of himself, falling to the ground.
"soul?"
"Has your soul been drawn out?"
"This method?"
"Could he be a strong man from the fourth level of the innate world?"
I don’t know how long it took, but I heard the wind and rain and felt that my soul had returned to my body again.
It was only then that Ting Feng Yu turned around and looked at this mysterious man...
"You...you...how could it be you?"
When Ting Feng Yu saw the face of the visitor clearly, he was stunned.
This person is actually the Fourth Prince Zhu Youji?