A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

As night fell and the lights came on, the ministers took the scented tea given by Concubine Wan home one after another. They couldn't wait to boil water and brew it, and taste it with their wives.

The lights were soft in the residence of Prime Minister Fan Cheng. Mrs. Fan Cheng took a sip of the scented tea, a satisfied smile on her face, and praised it endlessly: "Master, this scented tea is really wonderful. I really want to learn this craft from you." Fan Cheng smiled and nodded, his eyes full of doting on his wife.

When Fan Cheng was about to open the tea bag, he found a thin piece of paper inside. His heart tightened, and he carefully unfolded it, only to see the words written on it: "Enjoy peace."

Fan Cheng's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes. He quickly looked around, and after confirming that no one was spying, he put the note into the incense burner and burned it.

Fan Cheng thought to himself: No wonder, no wonder Concubine Wan is so calm and composed, it turns out that everything is going in an orderly manner.

For the sake of peace and prosperity, we still need to tread carefully in the palace and cater to various forces. His brows were slightly furrowed, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

The same warm scene was seen in Qi Ge Lao's residence. Madam Qi also loved the scented tea and praised it repeatedly.

When Qi opened the tea bag, he also found the note. His hands trembled slightly, and tears flashed in his eyes. A mixture of sadness and joy surged in his heart, and he thought to himself: Finally, a wise ruler has been waiting for, and there is hope for the people of this world.

He also carefully threw the small note into the incense burner to burn it, for fear that someone would discover the secret.

"I wonder if other ministers feel the same way as me." Both ministers thought so in their hearts. However, a few days later, during the morning court session, something unexpected happened.

The luxurious decorations in Feiluan Palace fully displayed the royal style. The emperor was infatuated with the gentleness of "Haogu" and stayed in this palace for three days and three nights. "Haogu" collapsed on the bed, moaning weakly, but with a flattering smile on her face.

Emperor Yuxuan was extremely proud, thinking to himself: I just don't believe it, my good aunt can't get pregnant with a dragon this time? His face was filled with satisfaction and confidence.

The young eunuchs came to urge the morning court every day, but they were all scolded by Emperor Yuxuan with a "get out". The young eunuchs looked at each other, helpless and afraid, and had to ask Eunuch Yan, who was recovering from illness, to come.

The atmosphere in the Weilong Palace was solemn. Eunuch Yan stopped outside the palace with a staggering step and said softly, "Your Majesty, the dragon is healthy and majestic, and you love both beauty and the country. It's time for the morning court! I will change your clothes for you!"

Emperor Yuxuan listened to Eunuch Yan's words and nodded slightly. "Well! Eunuch Yan's words make sense. Come in and change your clothes!" There was a hint of laziness in his tone.

Emperor Yuxuan covered Haogu's body with a quilt. Haogu looked at him coquettishly, and Emperor Yuxuan gently patted her shoulder.

Eunuch Yan dressed Emperor Yuxuan himself. His movements were slow and solemn, and his eyes were full of concern. "Your Majesty, I am afraid that I will not be able to be by your side in the future! You must put the country first and then the beauty!"

His words were filled with sadness, and his voice trembled slightly. Eunuch Yan was filled with emotion. He had watched the emperor grow up, and he knew the emperor's character very well. If only the little prince was still alive.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, his face full of helplessness and worry.

Emperor Yuxuan looked at Eunuch Yan and felt a little moved, but it was soon covered by desire. He straightened his clothes and prepared to go to the morning court.

At this time, the sky outside the palace was still gloomy, as if foreshadowing that a storm was coming.

In the deep, dim, and seemingly cursed throne room, the candlelight was faint and eerie, and the jumping flames reflected the twisted, demonic shadows on the walls.

The tall and majestic figure of Emperor Yuxuan sat on the dragon throne carved with ferocious coiled dragons. His face was as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm, and his eyes were as cold as an ice cave and filled with a majesty that made people shudder.

At the side was Eunuch Yan's favorite student, Eunuch Xiaoyi. He stood trembling at the side, with his head lowered, his eyes filled with unconcealable panic and fear.

"Report - send the news urgently within eight hundred miles!" This sharp cry was like the howling of evil spirits from hell, tearing the suffocating silence of the hall, as if it was a life-threatening cry coming from the abyss of Hell.

"Read!" Emperor Yuxuan's voice echoed in the empty and silent hall, like a thunderclap, with absolute majesty that could not be disobeyed.

Eunuch Xiaoyi walked forward trembling as if struck by lightning, and took the urgent report with shaking hands, as if it was a branding iron that could burn his soul.

His voice was trembling: "Your Majesty, the little prince's body has been sent to the nearby city. Xiao Sizhe will accompany you on the way. Please rest assured. We will arrive in the capital in three days. Please prepare everything in advance!" Imperial Master Meng and Lu Jing came forward.

"What?" Everyone in the Golden Palace was shocked. Their faces were instantly filled with extreme astonishment and fear.

People who don't know the truth secretly exclaimed in their hearts, "What a madman! He is absolutely crazy. He is not panicking even though the person is dead. He wants to sleep with the dead! Isn't it too scary?"

Their eyes were filled with disbelief and deep fear, as if they had seen the end of the world. Everyone's breathing became rapid and heavy, as if an invisible hand of death had tightly grasped their throats.

The emperor frowned, and the moment he frowned seemed to release endless dark power. His sneer was even more ferocious and terrifying in this gloomy atmosphere: "Could it be that this madman thought the prince was asleep and hasn't woken up yet?"

The messenger knelt on the ground, his body trembling constantly, as if he was in a hell with thousands of ghosts gnawing at his heart. His teeth chattered, and he trembled as he said, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Master also sent me a message. It was said by the Second Young Master!"

"Speak!" The emperor's voice was like the roar of a devil, shaking the entire hall as if it were to collapse at any time and bury everyone in the endless darkness.

"The second young master is announcing loudly that the Crown Prince is asleep and he is going to Bulao Township for sightseeing! He will wake up immediately after sleeping for 49 days!"

"Ridiculous!" The emperor sneered again. The laughter sounded like the laughter of evil spirits coming from the deepest part of hell, freezing people's souls.

"However, I will forgive his crime of spreading lies considering his deep brotherly love for the Crown Prince!" He secretly thought in his heart that he was just looking for an excuse to get the secret of immortality. Once the secret of immortality was obtained, this madman would be of no value.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the hall, howling and sweeping in. The sound of the wind was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and the windows were creaking, as if they would break at any time.

The candlelight swayed wildly in the wind, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if it would be completely swallowed up by the darkness in the next second, plunging the hall into an endless abyss of despair.

The emperor's face looked even more hideous and terrifying in the flickering candlelight, like a demon crawling out of hell.

And everyone's hearts seemed to be swept by this strong wind, filled with unspeakable fear and deep despair, as if they had already smelled the breath of death.