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Early the next morning, Fuwan got up sleepily, and saw a strange daughter of Xiaogong standing in the yard.She poked her head around and looked around, and when she saw her, she saluted in a panic, saying that the Empress wanted to find her for something.

Fu Wan was drowsy all over, he just changed his clothes casually, and followed her out of the palace gate.The two walked through the imperial garden, turned a corner, and circled half a circle around the imperial lake.Seeing that she was walking more and more sideways, she frowned: "Isn't this the way to Changle Palace?"

The maid said: "Go back to Your Highness, Your Majesty is waiting for you in the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

Hall of Mental Cultivation?Fu Wan was in a trance for a moment.

Ever since she was a child, she only knew that her sick father was lying in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but the number of times she actually met her was only a handful.The Queen excused that the Holy Majesty needed to rest and did not allow anyone to approach.When she was young, she sneaked in mischievously a few times. The hall was dark and gloomy, and she couldn't see anything clearly. She vaguely remembered the lingering smell of medicinal materials.

Lin Ruhui once told her that the emperor was lying deep in the main hall.

"Your Highness, that's your royal father, you should go and see him." That year she leaned on the fence and encouraged Fu Wan in a low voice.

Fu Wan plucked up the courage to walk into the gloomy hall alone, and softly called the blurred figure behind the curtain, but there was no response.The Palace of Mental Cultivation is often guarded by palace guards, and if caught, she will be punished, so gradually she seldom goes there.

Please be safe... I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the female emperor's gourd.

She said "Oh" and said casually: "Where is Chu Shizhong, why didn't she come?"

Xiaogong looked a little flustered, and said in a soft voice that His Majesty has somehow annoyed His Majesty the servant, and punished her to stay at home these few days.When asked about the details, she hesitated and couldn't explain why.

Bypassing a rockery setting, the two finally arrived at the back door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The painted door opened slowly.The little maid stopped where she was, gave her a blessing, and signaled her to go in alone.

Fuwan crossed the threshold suspiciously and met a strange nun.Mammy seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and when she saw her coming, she raised a long black cloth strip in her hand and gestured for her to turn around.

Fu Wan frowned: "Who are you?"

Mammy pointed to her throat and shook her head.Fu Wan looked intently, and saw a light pink scar lying across the folds of her skin.

It was...the throat was opened and the vocal cords were removed?

The black cloth circled around a few times and lost sight.She swallowed nervously.

Fu Wan: "Where... are you going to take Gu?"

Naturally there is no answer.

Mammy's chicken-claw-like hand tightly grasped her elbow from behind, guiding her slowly into the depths of the courtyard.

The road was long, and she even suspected that the other party walked around the courtyard a few more times in order to confuse her.After an unknown amount of time, the end of the nose finally smelled the familiar smell of medicine.

The strength behind him loosened.

Fu Wan stood alone on the spot for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Is anyone there?"

no answer.

She hesitated for a while, raised her hand and tore off the black cloth.

The main hall is airtight, and there is no wind, and the windows on all sides are all tightly stuffed with felt pads.A few lamps were dimly lit in the corner of the square table, and she looked up through the dim light, and saw a "Zhongzheng Renhe" plaque hanging on the roof, and two smaller pieces of rice paper below, which were blocked by carvings, and the words could not be seen clearly.

Dilapidated, outdated, and a strong sense of depression blowing over the face, almost suffocating.

Suddenly, an erratic humming sound came from the inner hall on the left hand.

Fu Wan held his breath and his heart beat faster.She bent down slightly and moved a few steps to the side. One layer after another obstructed her sight, and she could only vaguely see some light shining through the depths of the palace.

who is it?who is singing.

The singing is intermittent, which shows that the singer is very careless.Fu Wan frowned and listened to it for a while. It was probably an opera, with a very high pitch and would stop for a beat or two when it reached a high note that couldn't be lifted. It was very uncomfortable to listen to.

She squatted for a while, and finally heard the sentence "The night is the same dream, the dawn is the same makeup, the beauty in the mirror is the same..." (1)

The man paused for a moment before continuing to hum, with a hint of sadness in his tune.

"...The boudoir sings along step by step, like a husband and wife."

Fu Wan stood up suddenly, her legs were a little numb after squatting for too long, and she slumped against the edge of the table.

The singing stopped abruptly.

The room was terribly quiet, she could almost hear her thunderous heartbeat, and cold sweat slowly trickled down her spine.

This hall is very strange, the windows are tightly closed, and the door that came in just now has also been sealed.The way back is hopeless, and if you want to go out, you can only move forward slowly.

However, if you go forward... Maybe you will bump into that singing thing-I don't know if it is a human or a ghost.

You can't be stuck here forever.Emboldened by herself, Fu Wan held an oil lamp in front of her eyes, took one step at a time, opened the first curtain, and stepped into the room.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of medicine lingers in your nose.

Opening the third curtain, the rancid smell made her take a step back. Her throat was full of bitterness, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in a vat of medicinal juice.

Fu Wan raised her sleeve to cover her mouth and nose, and looked intently into the room, but there were no more curtains, only a big bed with carved dragons.A thin taupe-colored veil hangs down beside the bed, and a figure lying behind it can be vaguely seen.

She was a little stunned, not knowing how to react.

The cushion beside the couch was made of bright yellow fabric embroidered with golden dragons. She swallowed a bit and subconsciously knelt down.

"Father... father emperor?"

The person behind the curtain didn't respond, even breathing was barely audible.

Fu Wan put the oil lamp by his feet, took two steps on his knees, looked up for a while, and raised his hand like a ghost to lift the veil.

Suddenly, her hand was grabbed by a strong force.

"Well……!"

The man quickly covered her mouth with his eyes and hands.Fu Wan's eyes slanted to the side, but he saw Chu Hengze with a tense face—that iceberg face that has never changed for thousands of years actually revealed fear at this moment.

"Don't ask, don't talk." Chu Heng lowered his voice and said quickly, "Trust me."

She pulled Fu Wan back and left vigorously, the oil lamp kicked over in a panic, and the wick flickered twice before going out.

In the darkness, Fu Wan could feel drops of cold sweat running down Chu Hengze's neck and hitting her eyelids.Chu Heng was breathing heavily, as if trying to endure something.

She wanted to ask what happened to her, but she kept her mouth shut when she remembered what she had just told her.

Chu Heng walked like flying in the dark, as if he was very familiar with the structure of the palace, and within a moment, he had already touched the wall.I don't know how she did it, but with a click, the bookcase on the wall split in two.

Fu Wan squinted his eyes due to the harsh light, but when he lowered his head, he heard "Offended" in a low voice from the person behind him.

Before she could react, a hand knife cut firmly on the back of her neck, and she suddenly sank into the darkness.

When she woke up again, she looked at the familiar roof, blinked her eyes, and realized that she had returned to the Eastern Palace.Standing on the edge of the bed, the faint pain in the back of her neck reminded her that everything in the morning was not a dream.

The door was pushed open, and Chu Heng was holding the soup in his left hand. Seeing that she was awake, he immediately walked forward.

Fu Wan supported her neck and groaned softly.

"Your Highness..."

"Take that one first," she waved her hand, "I feel sick when I smell it."

I can't blame her, whoever smelled the rancid smell mixed with the medicine juice in the afternoon would not want to drink medicine anymore.

Chu Heng got up and opened the window to ventilate, worried: "Is it better?"

Fuwan coughed twice, but didn't spit out anything, her stomach was still bitter.

Chu Heng said: "Just now, I'm really sorry." She walked two steps to the bed and said in a low voice, "Today I was on duty in front of the palace, and the court lady falsely sent an imperial decree to say hello to you. Fortunately, I passed by the Imperial Garden , I heard that she slipped the tongue with others. I hurriedly chased after her to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but it was still a step too late, you have already been imprisoned by the dumb mother..."

She stopped abruptly, and after a while, she said tactfully: "Your Highness, what happened this time is because someone is trying to harm you."

Fu Wan got out of bed, raised the cold teapot and poured two mouthfuls of it, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.She said in a hoarse voice: "What exactly is in the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

Chu Heng looked embarrassed.

Fu Wan squinted at her: "Can't you tell?"

She shook her head: "Your Highness, it's better that you don't know."

Fu Wan: "It's good if you don't know? If you didn't catch up and I lifted the curtain, would you be dead already?"

Chu Heng stubbornly closed his mouth and refused to say any more.

"Forget it," Fuwan felt a headache when he saw her being stubborn, "Then let me ask this question differently. When did you notice something strange in the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

"About five days ago, I went to Prime Minister Lin's residence. Lin..." She paused, "Miss Lin asked me to find out about His Majesty's recent situation. I thought nothing would happen in the palace, so I went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation while on duty at night. .”

Fu Wan: "Lin Ruhui again?"

Chu Heng nodded.

Fu Wan said, "Have you told her about these things?"

Chu Heng denied it. The matter was so important that she didn't tell anyone.When Fuwan asked again, she became stubborn again, and only said that His Highness could not know about it.

Fu Wan vaguely felt that something unplanned had happened.She was a little disturbed - through a layer of veil, the past was always dangling in front of her eyes.She recalled that when she was young, Lin Ruhui chose to study with her in the palace and encouraged her to sneak into the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the same way.

Everyone knows that the queen hates the emperor. It sounds good to be "Your Majesty", but in reality it is just a puppet.

It's just a useless person, Lin Ruhui is like this, it's a bit too caring.

"You have to be careful about Lin..." Fu Wan was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly realized that Chu Heng was the prime minister's man, and changed his words, "You take care of yourself."

Chu Heng complied, but he didn't know how much he listened to.

Fu Wan raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and suddenly said: "By the way, you entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation just now... Did you hear any sound?"

Chu Heng said: "?"

"Forget it, it's okay."

Fu Wan thought of that sad aria, tapped the rhythm unconsciously with her fingertips, and thought, if the half-dead man lying on the bed is really the emperor, who is singing?Even with a dramatic accent, she could still hear it clearly, it was clearly a woman's voice.

"Wait, Your Highness? You sang..."

Fu Wan regained consciousness and saw Chu Shizhong looking at him with wide eyes.

Chu Heng blushed slightly: "Your Highness, where did you hear this kind of pornographic song?"

Fu Wan: "?" Wait, what song?

""Lianxiang Companion", the most popular libretto in the market recently, is about, about..." Chu Heng closed his eyes, "It talks about two women who are in love but can't stay together, The story of finally marrying into the same family and getting what you want.”

She looked dazed: "Your Highness, so you..."

Fu Wan: "..." What is this, coming out in public?

Wait, since it is a songbook about love between women, why does Chu Heng know it so clearly?

Chu Heng's neck turned red when he heard it, and he desperately defended: "No, it's not me! It's...it was Miss Lin who was messing around in the mansion, and Hard Lachen listened with her."

She was ashamed to speak, Bingshan's face was completely broken: "She also forced the minister to write a review... How can there be such a thing in the world, such a disregard for ethics."

Fu Wan: "..." She looked at the bewildered Chu Hengze, and suddenly felt a little sympathetic to that fox-like Miss Lin.

The author has something to say: (1) "Lianxiang Companion" by Li Yu