After a while, the emperor asked: "Where is the noble concubine?"
Wan Dabao replied: "After dinner, the queen went to paint."
The emperor was startled for a moment and then laughed: "Yes, what else can a noble concubine do? She is lonely in the palace. Fortunately, she has such a hobby."
Wan Dabao smiled and did not answer. He stood up to serve the emperor, put on his robe and went to the Nuan Pavilion.
Concubine Pei is indeed painting.
Deep and light ink colors draw a beautiful mountain peak, with a mountain road winding up and leading directly to the high platform on the top of the mountain.
I feel inexplicably cold at high places.
"Your Majesty." Concubine Pei put down her brush and stood up to greet her.
The emperor smiled and said: "It seems that I have disturbed you?"
Concubine Pei shook her head with a smile: "I have finished painting the concubine, I just ask them to clean up the rest."
The people in the palace were very sensible, packed up the painting tools quickly, and then left one by one.
There were only two emperors and concubines left in the small Nuan Pavilion.
Concubine Pei noticed something wrong with his expression and asked softly: "What's wrong with Your Majesty? Are you in a bad mood?"
The emperor didn't answer. He looked at her with tender eyes and raised his hand to gently follow her long black hair: "I remember the first time I saw you again. Ah Rong, I still feel like I'm dreaming. Why?
Did I get you?"
Concubine Pei chuckled: "It's been so many years, why is Your Majesty still like this?"
The emperor continued: "Every time I think about it, I find it incredible. I thought that it was impossible for us to meet each other. When we met, it was a gift from God to be able to look into each other's eyes. But it turns out that it is me who is by your side now. Yes.
Whenever I think about it, I feel guilty, as if those tragic events were all done to make us happy."
Concubine Pei listened with indescribable tenderness and indescribable sadness in her eyes.
The emperor's voice lowered: "Arong, over the years, I have always wanted to ask you something."
"What do you want to ask, Your Majesty?"
The emperor looked at her: "Have you ever loved me?"
Concubine Pei was confused for a moment, and then said sincerely: "I don't know if this is love, I can only ask my own heart. In the past ten years or so of being with Your Majesty, I...have no regrets."
The emperor smiled and took her into his arms: "I don't regret it either."
…
It was already half past midnight, and the emperor put on his clothes and got out of bed.
He turned his head and looked inside the tent. Concubine Pei was sleeping quietly, her long hair spread on the pillow, looking extremely peaceful.
He tied his shirt belt and opened the door gently.
The crescent moon outside casts a thin and gentle light.
"Your Majesty?" Wan Dabao asked in a low voice and surprise.
The emperor waved his hand: "I will just sit down for a while and ignore you."
"……yes."
Seeing that the emperor was in an unusual mood today, Wan Dabao did not dare to disturb him and stood not far away.
The emperor looked up at the crescent moon and remembered things from his youth.
He never thought that he would be able to sit on the supreme position.
There are three brothers in front of him, and they have all gone through thick and thin with his father. Why should he argue with them?
When he was young, he was a leisure king, playing around every day.
Suddenly one day, the first three brothers were gone, so he was promoted to the position of crown prince, and soon he ascended the throne.
People, when they have no hope, they don’t feel anything. When they sit in this position, they can’t tolerate losing without realizing it.
At the very least, how could he get her if he didn't take this position?
But if it’s because of this, she should blame herself for that boy, right?
That's all, they are so good now, why bother to destroy them?
What's more, that boy Xuanfei is right. His honor and disgrace all depend on the king's thoughts, so why should he care?
With great power in hand, how can a small prophecy shake it?
Yu Yang, on the other hand, knew that he could not determine who he belonged to, but he went out of his way to say that the boy was Yao Xing. Didn't he know that if he said something wrong, he would cause big trouble? What gave him the courage?
The emperor narrowed his eyes and called in a low voice: "Shadow Guard."
In the originally empty front hall, a figure suddenly appeared from the corner and bowed down: "Your Majesty."
"Go and check who Yuyang met before he came to complain to me."
"Yes." The shadow flashed and disappeared.
The emperor's eyes turned cold, looking at the frosty moonlight.
He wants to see who has the courage to speculate on the holy will!
…
So Mingwei returned to the back mountain.
The weak candlelight reflected the faces of the two people.
"Do you know his horoscope?" Mingwei asked seriously.
The person on the other side also nodded seriously.
When she asked before, Yang Shu said he didn't know. In fact, he didn't know about the difference in his horoscope until Princess Mingcheng was dying.
"His horoscopes and facial features were all modified by his master."
Ning Xiu's words made Mingwei sit up straight. She had a hunch that his next words would be very important.
"It was the 28th year of Yuankang, just after the Spring Festival, and the late emperor was seriously ill. Master took me to Yunjing and entered the Bolinghou Mansion. At that time, the second master Yang had died, and the second wife had not long given birth to a posthumous son.
I have been lingering on the sick bed. I still remember that Master gave the Second Madam a doctor."
"Master talked with the eldest princess for a long time, and then secretly practiced the method in the darkroom. The mole between his eyebrows was touched by Master, and his current horoscope was also handwritten by Master."
Mingwei murmured: "I see..."
"I once asked Master why he had to change his face and horoscope."
"Why?"
Ning Xiu shook his head: "Master didn't answer. He just said that since he made a move, the entanglement of cause and effect will be endless. If something goes wrong in the future, I will have to deal with it after he is gone."
He paused and continued: "We left Yunjing within two months. It was not until eight years later that Master went out to travel and lived here for about half a year. When he returned, I had a nominal junior brother.
.He rarely mentions his junior brother in front of me, but every time the eldest princess writes a letter, he will take a pair of eight-character arranging plates and arrange them over and over again."
Ning Xiu remembered that his master once got drunk and muttered to himself with the horoscope, saying that it was a pity that the master's secret skills were lost and he could never fully understand this horoscope.
But he didn't mention this in front of Mingwei. If he said that the master didn't understand, wouldn't he lose his prestige?
"Sir, do you still remember those horoscopes?"
Ning Xiu nodded: "I remember. To tell you the truth, I have done it many times in private. Unfortunately, I am far inferior to Master in mystical arts, so I have never understood it."
"Oh? Why don't you understand?"
Ning Xiu frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about how to answer: "Well, this horoscope is very strange, and it often produces different results. Sometimes it is extremely rich, and sometimes it is full of dangers. The most common one is a dead end - its
Master, he should be dead long ago."
Mingwei said softly: "For the purpose of death, the head and body were separated, and the swords and weapons killed him, and he died unexpectedly. Was this name given by your master?"
Ning Xiu nodded slowly.
She laughed: "Interesting, I have never seen such a horoscope. Come on, let me see it."