The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Chapter 304: Letter from Luo Cheng

Rong Guipin's voice suddenly stopped, like a candle that was about to burn out, and finally went out in the silent hall.

The words that were not finished were like a poisonous thorn that pierced the emperor's heart.

This sentence became a nightmare that kept him tossing and turning every night and unable to sleep.

The emperor slowly withdrew his gaze and fell on Concubine Rong.

Her body had fallen to the ground, but she still had that extremely sarcastic smile on her face, blood at the corners of her lips, and her eyes were slightly open.

She is dead.

There was deathly silence in the hall.

Empress Dowager Shouren watched this scene quietly, and after a long time, she slowly spoke.

"Emperor, she and Luo Cheng had secretly pledged their lives together."

She sighed quietly and shook her head, "I don't understand why you insisted on taking her into your harem back then."

The emperor did not respond.

He just sat there quietly.

Empress Dowager Shouren continued, "If I hadn't found those silks, I don't know how long she would have deceived you!"

"Isn't it enough to seize this kingdom?

After hearing this, the prince raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyebrows.

Everything that had happened in recent days had exhausted him both physically and mentally.

Perhaps it was because I was getting old, or perhaps it was some long-forgotten past events that were brought back to my mind by these few words on the silk.

Those Years…

That warm boy.

The prince who acted like a spoiled child in the arms of the late queen.

The one who once stood in front of him and told him with high spirits: "Ah Xuan, don't be afraid, brother will protect you."

Those memories are vague, as if they are separated by a thick curtain, shadowy and yet carry a lingering weight.

The emperor's eyes flickered slightly, and his fingertips stroked the armrests of the chair.

"I don't just want to seize the throne of Luocheng's crown prince."

"I'm going to take everything from him."

He slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were dark and no one could see the emotions in his heart.

"That's it."

On the way back to the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, Eunuch Qian was extremely cautious because the emperor's face was frighteningly dark.

After sending the emperor back to the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, Eunuch Qian stood in front of the palace door, looked carefully at the tightly closed door, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

I raised my head slightly and looked at the dark blue sky.

He sighed, straightened his sleeves, and muttered to himself.

"Oh, this job is becoming more and more difficult..."

He had served in the palace for many years and thought he was quite good at observing people's words and expressions. However, in recent days, he had become increasingly unable to fathom the emperor's thoughts.

Just now in Shouren Palace, Eunuch Qian certainly heard the noise.

He guessed that Concubine Rong was dead, and her death was like a huge rock falling into a lake, causing ripples, but no one dared to speak.

"The situation is turbulent right now. Even I, a servant in the palace, feel extremely hard-pressed..."

"The people of Tianyan..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped talking, looked around, and seeing that there was no one around, he reached out and slapped himself lightly: "Look at me, I've really been in the palace for too long..."

"I'm actually worried about your majesty."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"What does their life or death have to do with a eunuch like me?"

In this world, who is not a weed?

The emperor was already trapped in the dragon throne and couldn't live in peace. How could he, a mere servant, have the right to think too much?

Thinking of this, Eunuch Qian's mouth curled up slightly, and he was thinking about going back tonight to hug his beautiful Zhe Qing and have a good rest.

However, the emperor in the Palace of Tranquil Longevity was not as free as Eunuch Qian.

Inside the palace.

On the table, a strange letter lay quietly, the paper was yellowed.

The emperor was very curious, so he sat down and opened it without thinking.

But the words above made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

"Ah Xuan,

Did you sleep well?

When you were a child, you were afraid of ghosts and always had to hold my hand before you could sleep at night. Later, you grew up and were no longer afraid of ghosts, but I always knew what you were afraid of.

You have obtained the throne, but are you really at ease?

Within the palace walls, there are wronged souls whispering every night. Have those dead people ever appeared in your dreams?

Father, mother, those loyal ministers you killed, and me...

You know, we never left.

Axuan, are you tired?

Why not take a break? "

The letter was signed: Brother Luo Cheng.

Luo Cheng’s handwriting…it’s actually Luo Cheng’s handwriting, there’s no way I’m mistaken.

The first person who taught him how to write was Luo Cheng, and he was also very familiar with Luo Cheng's handwriting.

In an instant, a chill ran up his spine and up his back. He stood up abruptly, and the chair made a harsh sound on the ground.

There was silence.

He wanted to laugh and say that the stories about ghosts and gods were not credible, but his throat was tight and he couldn't utter a word.

Who sent this letter?

Within the palace walls, the ghosts of the wronged whisper every night...

The emperor turned his head suddenly and looked outside the palace door, his heart beating like a drum.

"Somebody come!"

His voice was slightly hoarse and filled with fear.

……

In the evening, Hao Chuan, who had not appeared for a long time, came to the Shen Mansion.

Meet Shen Kuo again.

It's like an eternity.

The courtyard was silent, with only an occasional breeze blowing through the bamboo leaves, causing a slight rustling sound.

Hao Chuan stood in front of Shen Kuo and was speechless for a moment.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and whispered, "Kuo'er, long time no see."

The voice was very soft, as soft as the life that should not exist.

Shen Kuo is still as gentle as before.

"How did you come?"

Hao Chuan touched his head subconsciously.

"I heard that everyone in the Shen Mansion was poisoned, and then I heard that..."

"Prince Ruyang..."

Shen Kuo coughed twice.

"Well, fortunately, he is not dead. Ning'er is dragging his poisoned body to study the antidote."

Then he looked up at the eaves covered with white cloth.

"Look, the Shen family is holding a funeral."

Hao Chuan stood in front of Shen Kuo, as if he had swallowed a needle, his throat tightened and his eyes were vague.

As if he was weighing something, his lips trembled slightly, but he didn't speak immediately.

The air was heavy, with the lingering aroma of medicine and the scent of funeral paper ashes.

Everyone in the Shen family was in mourning, the white cloth fluttering in the wind, making the sky even darker.

Shen Kuo lowered his eyes and looked at Hao Chuan in front of him.

"How have you been lately?" Shen Kuo was the first to break the silence, his voice still gentle.

He seemed not to notice Hao Chuan's abnormality, or maybe he noticed it but chose to give the other party some room to buffer.

Hao Chuan suddenly raised his eyes, looked at Shen Kuo, and then took a deep breath.

He did not answer Shen Kuo's question.

But say.

"Wei Jiuzhao is Luo Mosheng's man."

When these words came out, Shen Kuo was slightly stunned.

Hao Chuan knew that Shen Kuo would not believe it, so he hurriedly added.

"My father..."

"Hao Hengshan said it himself."