"PS: This chapter is the second update from last night. Something happened last night. I'm really sorry."
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"mother……"
Looking at the woman in the portrait who was very similar to herself, Princess Yulong revealed the delicate and tender side of her heart.
She looked at her biological mother's appearance in the painting, as if she wanted to remember it deeply in her mind.
Looking at her sad look, Zhao Hongrun suddenly recalled the night of Dragon Boat Festival three years ago, when Princess Yulong was sitting on the stone beside the pool with her legs in her arms, looking so lonely.
"Perhaps I shouldn't ask Lu Mu to bring her here?"
Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but regret a little.
After all, Princess Yulong has become more and more cheerful and lively in recent years, but today's portrait seems to have brought her back to her original shape, back to the lonely and sad little girl.
Just when Zhao Hongrun was secretly regretting it, Princess Yulong had carefully closed the portrait, and then hugged the scroll to her chest. A happy smile gradually appeared on her face, as if she was hugging her mother.
"Thank you, Hongrun." Princess Yulong said softly.
"Ah? Oh." Zhao Hongrun responded hesitantly, with a forced smile.
Perhaps guessing Zhao Hongrun's thoughts, Princess Yulong shook her head, and then solemnly thanked her: "Don't look at me crying, but I am really happy... You may not be able to understand that since I was a child, I have never
I don’t even know what my mother looks like. Even if I occasionally dreamed about her when I was young, I don’t know whether she is fat or thin, gentle or stern... Only when I saw this painting today did I know that my mother is
A gentle and beautiful woman, just like what I imagined in my dream, really... really wonderful..."
At this point, her eyes turned red, she turned around and leaned in Zhao Hongrun's arms, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and sob softly.
"..." Zhao Hongrun hesitated for a while, raised his hand, put it down, put it down and raised it again. After repeating it several times, he stiffly patted Princess Yulong's back gently.
The clan guards stayed away knowingly and went to look for other things on their own to see if there was anything else of commemorative significance in the palace.
Not to mention, they did find a lot of jewelry, hairpins and other items, and they all looked to be old. In all likelihood, they were items that Xiao Shuai had used.
But unfortunately, it seems that this palace only has that one portrait. Even though the imperial guards searched almost the entire abandoned palace, they could not find any other portraits.
Under Zhao Hongrun's comfort, Princess Yulong finally calmed down her excitement. She wiped away the tears on her face and looked around at the furnishings in the palace.
Seeing that she finally stopped crying, Zhao Hongrun was really relieved. In order to let Princess Yulong abandon the sad thoughts in her heart, she changed the topic and asked: "Do you have any impression?"
In fact, he just asked casually. After all, he was sure that this palace was not the Youzhi Palace where Xiao Shuai and Princess Yulong lived when they were young. Therefore, how could Princess Yulong be familiar with everything here?
Woolen cloth?
But to Zhao Hongrun's surprise, after hearing these words, Princess Yulong's face showed a look of memories.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun asked in surprise: "Really impressed?"
Perhaps seeing Zhao Hongrun's eyes widen in surprise, Princess Yulong couldn't help laughing, blinked and said: "When my mother passed away, it was said that I was not yet two years old (one year old), how can I remember her?
But..." She glanced around, then walked to a cabinet and murmured blankly: "I always feel that this place is very familiar and nostalgic, as if...as if my mother and I really lived here together...
…”
As she spoke, she seemed to have discovered something on the cabinet. She knelt down and gently stroked a few horizontal scratches with her right hand.
Zhao Hongrun made an estimate in his mind and suddenly discovered that those horizontal scratches seemed to be exactly the same height as a child about two years old. He immediately understood.
"The old man is really thoughtful..."
Zhao Hongrun looked around at the furnishings in the palace and had a vague guess in his mind: Maybe Chen Shuai wanted to throw away these old things that Xiao Shuai had used after moving into Youzhi Palace, but Emperor Wei was reluctant to do so, so he asked the eunuch to secretly throw away these old things.
The belongings were moved to this abandoned palace and placed one by one according to their positions in Youzhi Palace. Therefore, Princess Yulong felt inexplicably familiar and nostalgic.
Otherwise, the word Xiao Shuai is a taboo in the palace. Without the acquiescence of Emperor Wei, how could the chamberlain have the courage to hide the things Xiao Shuai once used?
"It seems that not only Uncle Liu is deeply in love with Xiao Shu'ai, but even the old man... also loves Yulong's mother miserably. Otherwise, he would not keep calling her a bitch while secretly hiding Xiao Shu'ai's past use.
He spent a lot of effort to build this ruined palace into another Youzhi Palace... just like the Youzhi Palace where Xiao Shuai lived.』
Just as he was thinking about this, Zhao Hongrun had a bad premonition in his heart: If nothing goes wrong, this should be the place where the old man misses Xiao Shuai, which means...
His expression changed slightly, Zhao Hongrun patted the shoulder of Princess Yulong who was still squatting on the ground and caressing the cabinet, and said seriously: "Yulong, we have to leave."
"Leave?" Princess Yulong showed a hint of reluctance on her face. Thinking about it, she had lacked maternal love since she was a child. She finally felt the breath of her biological mother in this place. How could she be willing to leave like this?
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun advised anxiously: "Yulong, be obedient, we have to leave. If you don't leave, we will..."
Just as he said this, suddenly there was the sound of armor shaking from outside the palace. It was the sound of groups of armored guards running.
Upon hearing this voice, the expressions of all the sect guards suddenly changed. Mu Qing, the sect guard closest to the palace door, glanced outside the palace and gasped in surprise.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, there are many guards outside the palace...ah, Your Majesty is here."
"Damn it!"
Zhao Hongrun cursed secretly in his heart.
But now that the matter had come to this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and wait for his father's arrival.
"Your Majesty is here!"
A familiar high-pitched voice sounded outside the palace. It was the voice of the great eunuch Tong Xin.
Immediately, Emperor Wei stepped across the threshold and took two steps into the palace. With his hands behind his back, he coldly glanced at everyone in the palace.
"Your Majesty today..."
The hearts of the sect guards were beating fast, because they felt that Emperor Wei at this moment was far from as gentle as usual. His eyes looked murderous, and his seemingly endless power swept over everyone in the palace.
"Zongwei comes to see Your Majesty!"
With Wei Jiao, the chief of the clan guards, taking the lead, all the clan guards knelt down one after another.
However, Emperor Wei did not look at them at all, but stared at Zhao Hongrun with sharp eyes - or in other words, it was Princess Yulong who was subconsciously hiding behind Zhao Hongrun at this moment.
"Get out." Emperor Wei said coldly.
"..." The hearts of the sect guards trembled. They knew that the words "get out" were meant for them.
However, at this moment, Emperor Wei was so abnormal, with murderous eyes, how could they dare to leave His Highness behind?
Just as they were hesitating, Emperor Wei squinted his eyes, finally glanced at the sect guards with cold eyes, and said word by word: "I order you to wait out!"
This is the ultimatum.
Zhao Hongrun's eyelids twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Wei Jiao, you guys get out."
"..." The sect guards looked at each other, then stood up and walked silently outside the hall.
After all the imperial guards left the abandoned palace, Tong Xian ordered the imperial guards outside the palace to retreat and retreat through the abandoned garden.
Immediately, he bowed and retreated.
At this moment, only Emperor Wei, Zhao Hongrun and Princess Yulong were left in the front hall of the abandoned palace.
Father and son looked at each other.
At this moment, Emperor Wei did not look like a kind and kind king at all. There was a fierce look in his eyes, which scared Princess Yulong to the point of turning pale. She subconsciously grabbed Zhao Hongrun's hand and did not dare to look directly at her father.
.
If it had been three years ago, Zhao Hongrun would probably have been frightened, but three years later, Zhao Hongrun has already been on the world stage of the national wars of the five kingdoms of Qi, Lu, Wei, Yue, and Chu, and witnessed hundreds of thousands of people.
Having commanded 200,000 Wei troops on a battlefield with millions of soldiers, he would no longer be easily frightened by his father's fierce eyes.
This made Emperor Wei a little surprised, and the fierce light in his eyes could not help but fade a bit.
He asked in as calm a tone as possible: "Hongrun, why are you here?"
"My son...it's funny to say that I got lost in the palace. I don't know why I ended up here after wandering around, which made my father laugh."
Zhao Hongrun suppressed some of the fear in his heart and tried his best to resolve the matter in front of him with a relaxed and humorous tone, because he gradually guessed that this place was probably a place that he loved and hated for his father.
And never allow others to know the secret.
Emperor Wei took a deep look at Zhao Hongrun and said with half-closed eyes: "This abandoned palace is in disrepair and is very dangerous. You shouldn't come here..."
"What the father taught me is that I am going to leave now." Zhao Hongrun said with a smile.
Behind him, Princess Yulong endured the fear in her heart and secretly looked at Emperor Wei standing at the entrance of the palace. She seemed to see an incredible scene in a trance: a man in a dragon robe glared at a man with a ferocious face.
Woman falling to the ground.
"...Bitch, how dare you lie to me? How dare you betray my trust in you?!... Where is he? Where is he?!"
"...His Royal Highness Prince Jing, you have obtained the throne, why can't you let him go?...Him? He has left long ago, and he must have been far away from Daliang at this moment..."
"...Who is it? Even if you defraud me of my private seal, he will never be able to escape from Daliang without help...Who is it? Who is helping you?!"
"..."
"...Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!"
The angry man grabbed a decorative sword from the wall and stabbed the blade into the woman's abdomen with red eyes.
The woman did not hide, but looked at the man sadly.
"...I just want to atone for some sins for you and me...I'm sorry, Your Highness Prince Jing..."
The woman fell in a pool of blood, and the tears in the corners of her eyes mixed with the blood on the ground.
"Dad? Mom?...Dad, Mom can't move. Mom is asleep, she will get sick..."
A little girl who was still learning to speak ran to the woman and looked confusedly at the woman lying in a pool of blood and the man with bloodshot eyes and an angry face.
…
In the ruined palace, under Zhao Hongrun's doubtful gaze, Princess Yulong took a few steps back, pointing with her trembling right hand at Emperor Wei who was standing at the entrance of the palace.
"Yes, it was you, father, who killed my mother..."
Zhao Hongrun was stunned when he heard this. When he subconsciously looked at Emperor Wei again, he saw that the murderous intent in Emperor Wei's eyes was even stronger than before.