Concubine Yan said no more, turned around and walked out with the lantern in hand.
...
Inside Tianqian Palace.
"don't want!"
Yuan Hao suddenly woke up from his sleep. He was lying on the bed breathing heavily, his forehead and back were soaked with sweat, and his heart was beating fiercely.
Zhou Quan, who was keeping watch outside, heard the commotion inside and hurried in and asked, "Your Majesty, are you having a nightmare?"
Yuan Hao sat on the bed and calmed down for a while before asking: "What day is it today?"
Zhou Quan thought for a moment and said, "Today is the first day of March."
“It’s March again!”
Yuan Hao murmured to himself. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes in an attempt to dispel everything in his dream, but there was always a bloody face in his mind, and those eyes were staring at him full of hatred. Terrible.
Every year in March, he would have this nightmare again and again.
Yuan Hao opened his eyes and said to Zhou Quan: "Inform me of my will. In three days, I will go to Fahua Temple to fast and pray for blessings, and I will order the courtiers and relatives to go with me."
Zhou Quan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said yes.
Yuan Hao waved his hand to ask him to leave. After Zhou Quan left, he no longer felt sleepy and simply got up and opened the secret compartment hidden behind the bookcase. Hearing a coaxing sound, a secret room was revealed behind the bookcase.
Yuan Hao walked in. There were bright lights everywhere in the secret room, reflecting a picture of a woman on the wall, but there was only one back figure of the person in the picture.
But just by looking at her back, you can tell that she is a beautiful woman with outstanding grace and black hair dancing in the wind, just like a fairy from heaven.
Yuan Hao stretched out his hand to touch the fairy in the painting, but in the end his hand froze in mid-air, as if he had blasphemed her by touching it.
He lowered his hands and stood in front of the scroll for a long time, wondering what he was thinking.
The next day.
In the general's mansion.
Mu Yun'an was a little surprised when she heard that Yuan Hao was going to lead hundreds of officials and family members to offer incense at Fahua Temple, because this incident did not happen in her memory of her previous life.
Moreover, in March every year, no sacrificial and blessing ceremonies are allowed.
This is a rule set by Yuan Hao himself. I don't know why he broke the rules he set and still held it in such a grand manner.
She felt something was fishy, so she went to see Xiao Chengyi.
Xiao Chengyi had already gotten up and was sitting in the yard playing chess with Xuandu. Mu Yunan came over and asked curiously: "Brother Yi, do you know that His Majesty is going to Fahua Temple to pray for blessings?"
Xiao Chengyi hummed softly and said in a faint voice: "I heard that His Majesty will have frequent nightmares every time March comes. I think he is afraid, so he seeks peace of mind."
"Afraid? What do you mean?"
Mu Yun'an didn't react for a moment.
Instead, Xuandu reminded her: "Prince Chen and Crown Princess died on the sixth day of March nineteen years ago."
Mu Yun'an was startled and immediately reacted. She looked at Xiao Chengyi and saw that his expression changed slightly, but it only took a moment for him to return to his original state, and he continued to play chess with Xuan Du.
But Mu Yun'an felt uncomfortable because it turned out that Xiao Chengyi's birthday would be in five days.