The Neon Tower

She is dead.

Before he even had time to ask whether she loved him or Zhao Sheng, she died, and he sealed the question and buried it in the grave.

The emperor ordered people to tidy up Concubine Ning's bedroom to its original appearance, and ordered that no one was allowed to set foot there.

The queen has been in an unusually good mood recently. Concubine Ning had just passed her first seven days, and she carried little prince Yuxun to the imperial garden to enjoy the flowers and bask in the sun.Little Yuxun, who is more than one year old, is extremely cute, with big round eyes looking around, showing a smile like a peach blossom.

The bright sunlight evenly spread over the empress's whole body. Under the reflection of the fabric of the Chinese dress, it felt as if the light was shining on the empress, dazzling and dazzing.

"Mother... Your Majesty..." A little palace maid stammered with a look of panic on her face.

The other servants looked in her direction one after another, and then they all knelt down in horror, and kowtowed to the empress.

"What are you doing?" The empress smiled kindly, but it was not a smile. . .It didn't take long before it froze.

Under the sun, Niang Niang stared at her hands for a long time. Brightly colored red spots densely covered the back of her hands, and her face was extremely itchy. Where to catch first.

Itching to the extreme is a painful torture. When she was placed on the bed in her own palace, she was already out of breath, her heart seemed to be about to jump out of her body, and her whole body was exhausted and weak.More than a dozen imperial doctors gathered around the outer hall to discuss the treatment plan, and tried several prescriptions, but nothing improved.

The empress's personal maid felt that the empress must be dying, so she ran to beg the emperor sadly. It was the first time that the emperor saw such a fragile and helpless empress.

The emperor raised his hand, and everyone left the room. He stared at the weak queen on the bed without any emotion and said, "The retribution is finally coming."

"Retribution?" The Queen's body trembled slightly, and there was a "clack" sound in her throat: "Then why are you still safe and sound?"

"My retribution has come long ago. Not only did I lose my freedom, but I also lost the most cherished people around me."

"That's really cheap for you, enjoying the emperor's retribution with clean hands..." The queen got up on the bed, and used her last bit of strength to hold on to the emperor's lapel: "What is the difference between you and Zhao Sheng now?" ?”

"Let go!!" The emperor pushed away vigorously, and the queen fell back on the bed as soft as cotton silk. Several long black scratches on both arms were strangely eye-catching.

"Without Bengong and cousin, you are just a prisoner, hahahahaha."

It was night, the empress was tossing and turning in pain, and then the imperial doctors jointly prescribed a prescription for forced sleep, and asked the maid to fry it for her, and then made a jar of refreshing ointment for her to relieve itching, and told her to take the medicine every hour , barely calmed her down.

The decoction did not achieve the effect of making the queen sleep deeply, and the discomfort from the skin made the queen linger in her dreams.

It was a murderous scene, and she will never forget the sharp eyes, the touch of her hands when they grabbed her neck, and the cry in her heart: "I can't let her go, if she survives, the family will fall, I will be crippled, my newborn son will die... everything will be over."

She pretended to be calm and stepped over her body, and walked past him, even though her hands and feet were already trembling and almost unable to support her.

sorry. . .sorry. . .

The maid guarding the bed stretched her head, looking curiously at what the empress, who was sleeping with her back facing her, was whispering something.

The emperor once again stepped into the suffocating room. After the room was cleaned, everything was restored to its original state, and sandalwood was specially lit to smoke away the smell of blood.

That box is still there. . .It's a pity that he couldn't open it. He remembered that there was a letter hidden in the box before he gave it to him. He didn't know if Ruoning had read it, and he didn't know if the letter was still there.

There is an oval bamboo tube next to the box, which looks inconspicuous, but. . .There will always be an abrupt feeling, why put such a bamboo tube here?

He stepped forward in three steps, picked up the bamboo tube and unscrewed it for a look. . .It was full of grayish-white powder. He sniffed it closer, and a familiar smell hit his nostrils, causing him to sneeze a few times.

This is the smell of the leaves of the enchanted tree that grows on that mountain. . .

"Ruoning marked you as a murderer in order to let you confess to me personally..."

It's just that I have already witnessed the process of her being killed first.

The emperor came to the queen's bedroom again, he dismissed everyone, and sat quietly on the head of the bed.

He first put his arm in front of the queen's nose, and watched the queen sucking her nose as if grabbing a life-saving straw. Finally, she simply supported the arm around the emperor's neck and sucked desperately.

The queen is well, she seems to have forgotten how painful she was that day, and continues to live happily.

The iron cavalry mansion knew the news of Ruoning's death, and the atmosphere in the whole mansion was solemn.The well-known older sister, Nu Yingchen, stayed out of her room for five days and nights without eating or drinking, and just curled up in a ball on the bed in a daze.

On the sixth day, the door of his room was finally forcibly broken open by his father. Just as he was rolling up his sleeves to have a heart-to-heart contest with his father, he noticed that behind his father was a white-haired man in the clothes of a court eunuch. elder.

The old man didn't say anything, just handed the box to him, and said: "This is the relic of Concubine Ning, this old slave believes that she is the most trustworthy young marshal."

"What's in this box?" Ying Chen shook the box, but there was no sound of anything moving inside.

"I don't know the old slave, but the young commander, Yingming, will definitely find out."

The next day, Ying Chen received another report from the owner of the clinic, saying that he would be invited to the Yunxing Medical Clinic.When he arrived, the owner of the pavilion handed over a sleeping baby who was still sucking his little finger to his arms without saying anything.

"Young commander, this is the child of Concubine Ning."

"What? My sister's child? Isn't that the little prince? Why is it here with the owner?"

"Hey, the old man doesn't know either. A few days ago, a little eunuch brought him over and said that it was Concubine Ning's child, and ordered him to be handed over to you, so he sent a letter to inform you."

"Where's the eunuch?"

"I don't know, but the old man thinks that he should be in danger, after all, he said before leaving that the palace is not safe for this child."

"It's weird...it's weird..."

"The old man expected that Concubine Ning's death was not ordinary."

"This child can't be brought back to General Fan's mansion, otherwise the whole mansion will be in danger. The people behind the scenes dare to attack my sister. The background must be not simple."

"Are you going to check it yourself?"

"I don't want to mention my sister's matter in front of my parents... They... managed to calm down."

"What about you?"

"As early as when my sister got married, I had already cried all my tears."

When Ying Chen said these words, he was thinking in his heart: sister is so favored, if she is killed, the emperor can let it go quietly?But if she did die of illness, why did she leave herself a box, a little baby?It's all too weird.

He wants to hand over the baby to a trustworthy person first, and this person must be able to cover the baby in terms of himself and his background. It seems that there is only one person in the whole world?Knowledgeable, well-born, and most of all, he's idle.

"Why did you appear on the roof of my study?"

Duan Wang looked up at Ying Chen cautiously climbing down from the roof all the way, with something bulging tied behind his back.

"My lord." Ying Chen helped the cabinet to the ground.

"What are you doing coming down from the roof of my king's house in the middle of the night?"

"That's right, I will have an idea at the end."

"What do you think?" Duan Wang put down the scroll in his hand, folded his hands and leaned against the wall, making a gesture of wishing to hear more about it.

Ying Chen swiftly untied the bundle tied around his body, and gently held the bulging thing in front of King Duan.

"Huh? Little baby? Whose child?" Duan Wang was startled, and took two steps back.

"Will your lord adopt this child?"

"Don't wait, wait. Want me to adopt him? This idea is really absurd."

"The last general has nowhere to go."

Duan Wang looked at Ying Chen's helpless expression in front of him, and his heart suddenly twisted: "You have to tell this king what happened, and everyone find a solution. You suddenly gave this king a baby so that this king can't help it. Caught off guard."

"It's not the time yet, I can't say in the end..." Ying Chen looked at the baby in the swaddle thoughtfully, his eyes full of love and affection.

"Then when is the time?" Duan Wang was about to ask the answer, and he even made the gesture of reaching out his hand.

"Zhao Yan..."

Duan Wang was stunned for a moment, his eyes met Ying Chen's pupils stiffly.

Ying Chen licked his lips and continued: "Didn't you say you like me? Just treat him as my child and raise him as an adult, is that okay? I've already... I can only beg you."

Duan Wang couldn't laugh or cry, just kidding. . .He actually used his feelings as bargaining chips in order to adopt a baby for himself.

The little baby didn't shout or make any noise, but fell asleep peacefully and sweetly, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he was sipping something delicious.

"Hey, okay."

Duan Wang reluctantly nodded, in exchange for Ying Chen's relieved expression.

"Concubine Ning's sister-in-law died of illness suddenly, and you gave me a baby in my arms for no reason. Are these two things related?"

He knew very well that Concubine Ning held more weight in his heart than anyone else. If this little baby was related to Concubine Ning, it would be understandable why he would not hesitate to use this unwelcome wish as a bargaining chip.

"You can't tell the prince yet." Ying Chen had roughly planned in his mind how to find out about this matter, and now he needed to settle the baby first.

"At that time, remember to tell this king." Duan Wang held the baby in his arms and teased him a few times, but he just fell asleep very obediently and quietly. Duan Wang felt that he began to like this baby inexplicably, always felt that he An indescribable intimacy.

"Give him a name, it's a boy." Ying Chen rubbed the tip of his nose and said.

"Yuhan, Fan Yuhan." Duan Wang said slowly.

"Why is your surname Fan?" Ying Chen frowned and asked in confusion.

"Isn't it your child?"

"..." Ying Chen looked away, two blushes appeared on his face.