The little person lay on his back and smiled sweetly, stroking his black silk with her soft and waxy hands.
Suddenly, the air suddenly became cold.
Sima Mingyu appeared in front of him like a yaksha, snatched the little one from his back, and pinched her throat.
No, no, no!
Don't kill my Qin'er. It's a treasure that I hold in my hands for fear of falling and hold in my mouth for fear of melting. Don't, don't, don't...
Amid Sima Mingyu's maniacal laughter, the chubby little guy suddenly turned into dust and slipped from her fingers.
Qin'er!
Qin'er!
Qin'er——
Chu Shen suddenly woke up with a cold sweat and stared out the window at the vast night.
cold!
He curled up, stretched out his hand to touch his arm, and frowned in confusion.
"Your Majesty." Eunuch Ling pushed the door open and stepped forward to support him, "What's wrong with you?"
"Cold..." He grabbed his arm, his lips turning blue and white.
Cold? Eunuch Ling looked at the weather like a hot stove, lowered his body and said, "How about I summon the imperial doctor? Is the Emperor feeling unwell?"
"Cold, I'm so cold." He clutched his sleeves tightly and shook them blankly.
Eunuch Ling hurriedly kowtowed and said, "I will ask someone to bring the brazier in right now."
After a while.
Chu Shen was wrapped in a thick winter coat and sat in front of the fire in a daze.
"Your Majesty, are you still uncomfortable? I'd better go to the imperial doctor."
"pain."
"It hurts?" Eunuch Ling was surprised, "Where does it hurt, Your Majesty?"
"Everywhere hurts." He muttered quietly, "My head hurts, my hands hurt, my body hurts, and my heart hurts even more."
Eunuch Ling finally understood.
The emperor was not physically ill, but suffered severe mental injuries. He was probably suffering from some serious illness.
In this case, it's better to go and ask Dr. Zhang to take a look.
Send someone out in a hurry.
The night is getting dark.
When he turned around, Dr. Zhang was followed by the crown prince who looked haggard.
When everyone was about to light the lamp, they were stopped by Chu Shen in horror. He kept chanting, "Don't light the lamp, don't light the lamp. It's too bright. It's too bright. Qin'er will not dare to come back... He won't be able to see me, Qin'er."
I won’t be able to see it for a while…”
"Your Majesty." Chu Fang grabbed him angrily, "How long will you continue to be crazy? Wake up! Qin'er... I'm afraid the situation is in danger. Brother Huang hasn't come back yet, and there's no news at all.
I sent someone to look for it again..."
"What are you talking about? Qin'er will come back tonight. Do you know what day it is today? She will come back to see me. I still have many things to say that I haven't told her." He tilted his head and raised his head.
The silk hangs from her waist, and her pale face looks a little scary under the moonlight.
Zhang Tianhe signaled the eunuch to grab him, and took his pulse with a serious look on his face, "The emperor's pulse is coming in frequently, the fingertips are beating like beans, the pulse is strong and smooth, and the blood flow is accelerating. The breath is disordered, the spirit is tired, and the internal organs are as dry as fire.
This is a sign of a sudden fire attacking the heart. Wei Chen will prescribe some decoction to calm the emperor's mind and hope that the emperor will take it three times a day."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, where are you going?" Eunuch Ling saw that the Emperor hadn't even listened to what the imperial doctor had said, so he walked out the door.
He hurriedly followed with several young eunuchs.
Chu Fang sighed, cupped his hands and said, "The imperial doctor will go back first, and I will go and take a look."
Doctor Zhang nodded.
At the same time.
Minggui, who was dreaming of love in the flower room with a smile on his lips, folded his hands on his belly and fell asleep.
She dreamed that her back clothes were on her body and she was leaning next to the unparalleledly handsome emperor with a happy face. She dreamed that his gentle eyes were looking at her affectionately. She was so happy that her saliva was drooling. How powerful and handsome he was.
This man will soon be hers, Sima Mingyu’s alone...
In the dark night.
Little by little figures slowly appeared in front of her bed, looking at them coldly.
A hard slap fell on her face.
Sima Mingyu screamed and stood up suddenly, "Who? Who dares to hit me? How presumptuous!!"
The moment he saw Qin'er, his face turned pale.
Qin'er, dressed in white, looked like a ghost or a ghost. Her entire body was white, except for the wounds on her face that were still dripping with bright red blood, which was extremely dazzling.
So scary——
Sima Mingyu covered his mouth and screamed loudly.
Caihe and several maids hurried in and asked, "What happened to your Majesty?"
"Ghost, ghost, there is a ghost!" She pointed to the window with one finger, closed her eyes, and trembled fearlessly.
ghost?
Several little palace maids looked back at the window, feeling helpless. What ghost could be there?
"No, my dear, are you dreaming?"
"Dream, you're the one who's dreaming! In this dream, I will feel someone slapping me? Will my face really feel burning pain?" Sima Mingyu immediately got angry when he said something and slapped Cai He on the face.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, please calm down." The maids hurriedly knelt down and looked up. Sure enough, they saw five green and phosphorescent handprints printed on the left side of Sima Mingyu's face.
They were immediately frightened and paralyzed on the ground, "Really, it really is a ghost handprint."
"Mother, today is the Ghost Festival. The gates of hell are wide open, and there will be souls causing trouble. Do you think it could be..." Caihe trembled as he spoke, and at the end he spoke with a broken vibrato,
"Is the imperial concubine back?"
"Ah? Didn't the imperial concubine jump off a cliff and die?" Another little palace maid screamed with trembling lips.
"Could it be that...she hated the empress for tormenting her like this before she was alive, so she still has this grievance..."
"Ah..." Several little palace maids shivered in fear and huddled together. On the day Sima Mingyu tortured the imperial concubine, they were also accomplices. They shouted a show of force outside the door and faced Fengluan Palace.
The little maids and eunuchs are shouting and cursing, why can't they be satisfied?
Sima Mingyu's expression changed.
She really couldn't tell whether she saw the imperial concubine in reality or in a dream just now.
Sima Mingyu glared at the talkative Cai He and said, "Get out of here, you useless thing. I'm not afraid of a living person. How can I, Sima Mingyu, be afraid of a dead person? Just let her come! Hmph!"
Caihe and others retreated.
Sima Mingyu covered his face and slowly fell back on the bed.
One second later.
She stared in horror and suddenly turned her head, facing inside.
Qin'er didn't know when she squatted on her bed, with her black hair hanging down, showing her white teeth, and smiled at her...
"Ah!!!" Sima Mingyu screamed with fear.
The body was suddenly pulled into the air by an invisible external force. A piece of white silk hung from the beam, wrapped around her neck, and hung her there.
Sima Mingyu hung his neck, his tongue kept spitting out, and he retched again and again.
Caihe and others heard the sound and hurriedly kicked in the door.
And at the same moment, our lovely Qin'er disappeared little by little on the bed...
Hahaha, this is just the beginning. Sima Mingyu, don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly. I will slowly... play you to death like a cat playing with a mouse! You Sima family,
Everyone deserves to die!!
I will make you go to hell one day and work for my prince...