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

Chapter 306: Chaos into a pot of porridge

Chapter 306 Chaos

In the darkness, the barking of dogs awakened the deep night.

Hao Chuan stared at Hao Hengshan with red eyes.

His voice was low and hoarse, but it revealed a hint of desperation that was almost begging: "Hao Hengshan, why don't you let me go?"

Hearing these words, Hao Hengshan's body shook violently.

He covered his face with his hands, as if he couldn't bear it.

Under the heavy palm, a low crying sound gradually came out, and it was actually inconsolable to cry.

"Chuan'er..."

"I want to make it up to you..."

"Sorry……"

His voice was hoarse and full of deep regret, but.

"Compensate me?"

Hao Chuan smiled, tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

"How are you going to compensate me?"

"You are thinking about the dead Wei Yun, so you come to me to miss the old friend!"

He was heart-wrenching every word.

Hao Hengshan suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and shook his head anxiously: "I didn't!"

His voice was urgent, even pleading.

Hao Hengshan did not lie, he really wanted to compensate Hao Chuan.

This son who has always truly loved his father.

Hao Chuan felt exhausted and sat down on the chair.

“They are all crazy…”

Hao Chuan closed his eyes and raised his head.

"You are all crazy."

"One is a bastard who wants to sit on the throne."

"One is a concubine who does everything she can."

"One is a general with water in his brain."

The night wind suddenly blew open the window with a "bang" sound, and the burning candle flame swayed violently and was almost extinguished.

"You should all die like Wei Yun."

The voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh, but it carried the boy's deepest hatred.

Perhaps, there is no truth in this world at all, only perspective.

Everyone stands on his own standpoint and looks at the world with his own eyes, and what he sees is always just his own piece of the incomplete puzzle.

Hao Hengshan stood up slowly with heavy movements. When he reached the door, he paused and turned his head to look at Hao Chuan.

"Remember to close the windows when you go to bed."

"Don't catch a cold."

This sentence was very similar to the scene when he was a child and played around at night and got drenched by the rain. Zhang the groom touched his hair and sighed softly.

In an instant, time intersected and everyone's faces in the memory twisted together.

After Hao Hengshan went out, he did not return to the Hao Mansion, but ran towards the imperial palace.

……

The side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was brightly lit, just like daytime.

On the bed, the emperor held Concubine Chunhong's hand tightly.

Concubine Chunhong frowned slightly, and her fair wrist turned red from the emperor's grip. However, she did not struggle, but just called softly: "Your Majesty..."

"Unextinguished candles?"

The emperor's Adam's apple rolled slightly and he swallowed.

"Never stop."

Noblewoman Chunhong blinked, smiled casually, and obediently lowered her head and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."

She slowly raised her other hand and gently placed it on the emperor's palm. Her fingertips were warm and cool, and she pressed gently, as if to comfort him.

However, the emperor's mood did not calm down.

The letter from Los Angeles completely brought out the fear in his heart.

"Inside the palace walls, there are ghosts whispering every night..."

The strange appearance of Concubine Rong's death would occasionally appear in my mind.

"My beloved concubine."

"Do you think there are... ghosts in this world?"

After hearing this, Concubine Chunhong revealed a barely perceptible smile.

She lowered her eyelashes to hide the faint light in her eyes, and her voice was soft and firm.

"Of course!"

The emperor's pupils contracted slightly.

"I encountered him in the Imperial Garden when I first entered the palace!"

Royal Garden!

The emperor originally just wanted to hear a negative answer from her and get some comfort, but now...

Noblewoman Chunhong seems to be very interested in ghosts.

She lowered her eyelashes and put her mouth close to the emperor's ear.

"Your Majesty, within the palace walls, how many remains of the old dynasty are buried beneath your feet? How many wronged souls died with their eyes open?"

"Every palace in this huge palace was once inhabited by people, but where are they now? Where are their bodies? Where have their souls gone?"

The emperor clenched her hand, his fingertips trembled slightly, his lips turned pale, but he couldn't say a word.

"Your Majesty, you don't think... they are really willing?"

The candlelight flickered, and the emperor suddenly felt a gust of cold wind behind him, as if countless pairs of invisible eyes were staring at him.

Suddenly, the window not far away was blown open with a loud "bang"!

Then, a gust of wind swept in, the lights swayed violently, and the light and shadows rolled like ghosts struggling. The next moment, all the candles in the hall were extinguished!

In the darkness, only the remaining light outside the window barely illuminates the vague outline.

In this deathly silence.

Snap…Snap…Snap…

By the window, a blurry black shadow paced quickly and repeatedly, like a pendulum that was accelerating.

The emperor's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his throat seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, making it impossible for him to make a sound.

Then...

"Ah Xuan..."

The sound is vague, as if it is there and not there.

"Ah Xuan..."

The cold wind penetrated his bones. The emperor suddenly hunched his shoulders, his eyes widened, and stared at the ghostly black shadow.

"My beloved concubine..."

"My beloved concubine!"

The words in his throat finally came out of the emperor's mouth in pieces.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

"It was the wind, it was the wind that blew out the candle!"

"Didn't you see it?!" the emperor growled rapidly with a trembling voice.

Concubine Chunhong quickly turned her head to look at the window, her expression changed slightly, but she soon frowned again and spoke in an anxious voice.

"Your Majesty? There's nothing at the window!"

The emperor found it hard to believe.

"His Majesty!"

"Don't scare my majesty..."

"Woooooooo..."

Eunuch Qian, who had fallen asleep for no apparent reason, was awakened by the noise in the hall and rushed in with a few young eunuchs who had also fallen asleep.

But in the emperor's eyes, the dark shadow outside the window had long disappeared.

"Qian Peicheng!" the emperor spoke anxiously, with an unprecedented panic in his voice.

"There's a ghost! Go catch it! Go catch that ghost!"

Although Eunuch Qian didn't know what was going on, he could only send a few eunuchs around him to catch the "ghost" while he stayed in front of the emperor's bed.

The noble lady Chunhong cried like a pear blossom in the rain.

"Noble Lady Chunhong, what happened?" Eunuch Qian asked while kneeling down.

There was a look of shock and fear in Concubine Chunhong's eyes.

"The night wind blew open the window...the candle went out."

"Nothing?" Eunuch Qian looked at her in confusion.

"But, Your Majesty..." He raised his head and turned his gaze to the emperor, feeling confused.

The emperor's eyes were full of anxiety and he grabbed Concubine Chunhong's hand.

"Luo Cheng! Didn't you see Luo Cheng!"

Noblewoman Chunhong looked at him steadily and shook her head slightly.

"I really...didn't see anything."

Eunuch Qian, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly widened his eyes when he heard the word "Luocheng".

The former crown prince - Luocheng.