Empress

Guan Hongfeng frowned, "What did you say?"

Rong Cheng told the ins and outs of the assassination, including Wen Yan's assassination of him.

Guan Hongfeng remembered that after Wen Yan and him entered the forest, they did disappear for a while, but at that time he was busy looking for Rong Cheng, so he didn't take it to heart.

Guan Hongfeng said: "There must be a misunderstanding, he has no grievances with you, why did he kill you?"

Rong Cheng smiled and said, "Because I'm in his way."

Guan Hongfeng heard a joke, "How can you get in his way, he is a favorite concubine, you are just a trick, it's almost the same if you get in his way."

Rong Cheng smiled mockingly, as if expecting the result, turned his head and closed his eyes, unwilling to say another word.

Guan Hongfeng's deep voice came from next to his ear: "Long Ji, even if someone assassinates me, it should be the assassination of me. You are a lowly Yue Ji, who takes you seriously."

Rong Cheng stopped talking, and seeing Guan Hongfeng's stubbornness made him furious, and was about to make a move when he saw his body covered in bruises. Guan Hongfeng held back his anger, threw down the empty bowl beside the bed, got up and left.

The hall fell silent again.

Rong Cheng opened his eyes and looked at the torn pieces on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

As the sky gradually darkened, Imperial Physician Pan came to Chenghuan Palace.

He knelt beside the bed, changed Rong Cheng's dressing, and said with emotion: "You have been in a coma for several days. I thought you couldn't hold on anymore, but I didn't expect to wake up."

Rong Cheng said calmly, "It's probably not the end of my life yet."

Imperial Physician Pan said hesitantly: "The emperor didn't even go to court in the past few days. He stayed in Chenghuan Palace every day and even fed medicine himself. He is very worried about you."

Rong Cheng turned cold, "He's just afraid that after I die, there will be no one to torture me."

Physician Pan sighed and said nothing more.

After changing the medicine, Imperial Physician Pan left, Rong Cheng stared at the top of the hall in a daze for a while, his eyelids became heavy, he buried his face in the bedding, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Vaguely, it seemed that he heard the sound of the palace door opening, Rong Cheng thought that Imperial Physician Pan left something behind and didn't take it, so he didn't care.

But when the footsteps came to the bedside, there was no movement.

Rong Cheng sensed something was wrong, opened his eyes, and met Wen Yan's smiling eyes.Wen Yan said with a smile: "Your life is really great, you won't die like this."

Rong Cheng watched him shun the palace guards and sat on the side of the bed with a calm look.

Rong Cheng said indifferently: "Are you planning to kill me here?" Wen Yan casually straightened his robe, and said with a half-smile: "Who knows."

Rong Cheng suddenly smiled, "Unfortunately it's too late." Wen Yan frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

Rong Cheng said unhurriedly: "I have already told Guan Hongfeng about your assassination of me."

Wen Yan's expression froze, and he refused to admit defeat and said, "Do you think the emperor will believe what you say?"

"Even if you don't believe me, so what? Guan Hongfeng became suspicious. If you killed me at this time, how do you think he would be suspicious?"

Rong Cheng endured the pain in his body and leaned over, lowered his voice and said, "Perhaps Guan Hongfeng's people are watching you."

Wen Yan's expression changed, he turned his head abruptly, and looked around vigilantly.

He didn't know whether the emperor really listened to Long Ji's words, but he couldn't take any risks, otherwise he would hurt himself if he was not careful.

Wen Yan clenched his fist tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "Long Ji, you're ruthless.

Looking at Wen Yan's leaving back, Rong Cheng's smile disappeared, he raised his hand to cover the wound, and let out a long breath.

After nearly half a month of recuperating in the Chenghuan Temple, Rong Cheng was able to get out of bed and walk.

After that day, Wen Yan never came to Chenghuan Palace again, perhaps to avoid suspicion, or to dispel the suspicion in the emperor's heart, the two never met again.

I heard that Wen Yan has been serving Guan Hongfeng these days, he has become even more popular, and there are more courtiers and concubines in the palace who are fawning on him.

On this day, Rong Cheng was walking in the imperial garden, and unknowingly came to the Library Pavilion.

He stopped, pondered for a moment, and walked in.

On weekdays, few people come to Zangshu Pavilion, it is dark and cold, and the flickering candlelight reveals a sense of gloom.

Rong Cheng went to pick up a picture album, flipped through it, since he came to the palace, he never touched the book again.

Except for the erotic pictures that Guan Hongfeng rewarded him.Just as he was watching seriously, there was a muffled thud from the wooden cabinet behind him, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Rong Cheng turned his head and looked, there seemed to be a figure on the ground cast by the candlelight. He walked over cautiously, and saw a man in white with his back turned to him, picking up the books on the ground, his figure was thin and sick.

As if sensing his gaze, the man turned his head and met Rong Cheng's eyes.

Seeing that Rong Cheng was dressed in shabby clothes and stood there looking at him, the man coughed twice and his face was a little pale, "But a new palace man? I haven't seen you before."

Rong Cheng didn't speak, the man only thought he was afraid, and said gently: "It's okay, you clean yours, I will take care of myself."

Rong Cheng said, "I'm not."

The man was stunned for a long time before he understood what the man in front of him meant. He was not a palace slave.

The man closed the book, "Then you are a guard?" Rong Cheng shook his head.

The man pondered for a while, "So, you can only be the emperor's man. Rong Cheng remained silent, the man knew he had guessed right. "Are you a dragon trick?"

Rong Cheng raised his eyes, his eyes were calm.

"Looks like I guessed it right." The man smiled, his voice weak.After a while, Rong Cheng asked: "How did you guess that?" He was not the only male favorite in the palace, there was also Wen Yan.

The man said: "Nowadays, there are only two male favorites of the Holy Majesty, one is the dragon dancer, and the other is the queen's nephew, Mr. An Ge, if you were the latter, you wouldn't dress like this."

Rong Cheng lowered his head and looked at his clothes, they were poorly made, worse than those worn by slaves, no wonder he was spotted at a glance.

He thought, this man is really careful.Rong Cheng asked, "What about you?"

The man smiled, "Guess what?"

Rong Cheng looked at the man in front of him, he looked weaker than ordinary people, as if he was sick, and he could smell a strong smell of medicine from a distance.

Just as Rong Cheng opened his mouth, the door of the Library Pavilion was suddenly pushed open, and someone walked in. He subconsciously hid behind the wooden cabinet, and heard a shrill voice, "Eighteen princes, it's time to go back and drink medicine." ."

Rong Cheng was startled, turned his head and looked through the gap, and saw the man put down the scroll and left with the servant.

When he reached the door of the palace, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of the wooden cabinet.When Zangshu Pavilion regained its calm, Rong Cheng came out from behind the wooden cabinet, looking thoughtfully at the sight at the door.

It was already midnight when we returned to Chenghuan Palace, but there were no lights in the hall, and we couldn't see our fingers when we stretched out our hands.

Rong Cheng closed the door, and suddenly a gloomy voice came from behind, "Where have you been?"

Rong Cheng froze, turned his head, and through the thin moonlight outside the window, he vaguely saw a figure beside the bed.

Guan Hongfeng said coldly, "Where did you go?"

Rong Cheng lit a candle, without changing his expression, "Walk around the imperial garden."

Under the candlelight, Rong Cheng's face was still haggard, and his already fair skin became smoother and whiter in the past half month. Guan Hongfeng squinted his eyes and looked at him, his eyes became hot, "I waited from Xushi to Zishi, you went shopping so much Long?"

Rong Cheng said slowly, "Could it be that I can't even take a walk now?"

Guan Hongfeng's eyes were cold, "I still have the strength to talk back to me, it seems that I have regained my spirits."

He stood up, pressed Rong Cheng on the table, and touched the wound on his arm with no light or heavy force, Rong Cheng suddenly gasped in pain.

Guan Hongfeng endured for half a month, and reached the limit, "Now that the injury is healed, I will serve you well."

It was rare for Rong Cheng not to struggle, and his body trembled from time to time. He looked at the dancing candlelight in front of him, and his mind was full of the man in white that he saw in the library tonight.

This was the first time Rong Cheng met the so-called Eighteenth Prince.

The Eighteenth Prince was born to Concubine Liu Gui, who was beloved by the late emperor. It is said that she was frightened during pregnancy and was born after a difficult labor overnight.

However, the blood in the womb was insufficient, and the child was born a sick child, and he could not leave his mouth for medicine all day long. Because of this, the late emperor loved the child very much when he was alive.

When Rongcheng came back to his senses, Guan Hongfeng got up from him. "Why are you absent-minded today?" Guan Hongfeng violently pulled Rong Cheng's hair, and turned his face, "What are you thinking?"

With downcast eyes, a few strands of sweaty hair sticking to his cheeks, he panted, "No."

Guan Hongfeng always felt that Rong Cheng was hiding something from him, "Did you meet someone or something when you went out today?"

Rong Cheng shook his head.

Although Guan Hongfeng was suspicious, Rong Cheng didn't have the guts to act recklessly in this huge imperial palace, either the maids or the eunuchs, or Yingying Yanyan from the three thousand harem.

Guan Hongfeng let go, let Rongcheng fall on the table, and said coldly: "You'd better keep nothing from me, otherwise I will find out, and you will be rewarded.

Guan Hongfeng dragged Rong Cheng and threw him back on the bed, stuffed him into the quilt, and got in himself, holding Rong Cheng into his arms.

Rong Cheng didn't struggle, so he could avoid suffering, and he flattered Guan Hongfeng with his rare docile appearance.

Guan Hongfeng said: "Forget about what happened in the forest, no matter who did it, you take it as an accident."

Rong Cheng raised his head, the despair revealed in those eyes made Guan Hongfeng feel depressed.

Rong Cheng said in a hoarse voice, "Guan Hongfeng, luckily I never had any hope for you."

After finishing speaking, he turned over and closed his eyes, not caring about the expressions of the people behind him.

Guan Hongfeng gritted his teeth, and put his big hand on Rong's slender neck, feeling the urge to cut it off.

For some reason, he didn't like it when he heard it.

It's just a confinement servant who serves others, no matter how much he is wronged, it's what Long Ji deserves.

That night, Rong Cheng didn't sleep well, he had something on his mind, like a ball of cotton spinning in his mind, before dawn, the people behind him woke up, and there were rustling noises.

After a while, his face was turned away, and the pain of gnawing came from his lips. He endured it until Guan Hongfeng left, then he opened his eyes and wiped his mouth vigorously.

Rong Cheng got out of bed to wash, changed his clothes, left Chenghuan Palace, and walked towards the imperial garden.

After a cup of tea, he came outside Zangshu Pavilion.

Rong Cheng didn't go in, but stood behind the tree. After some time, a white figure appeared in sight.

It's the Eighteenth Prince, Guan Hengyu.