Chapter 400 The Emperor’s Speculation

Author: Fragrance is all over the world

Chapter 400 The Emperor’s Speculation

It was night, and the huge palace was particularly lonely. Because there were so many people missing, it was so deserted that even the little birds seemed not to want to stay.

The lights in the imperial study were brightly lit, it was already the third watch, and the emperor had not yet gone to bed, so Li Fuquan could only wait on the side.

There were enough candles lit in the main hall, illuminating every corner of the book desk. The old emperor sat on it and turned over the folds. The whole hall was silent and only the sound of opening and closing folding pages could be heard from time to time.

Li Fuquan lowered his head slightly, quickly raised his hand to rub his groggy eyes, and yawned at the same time. He had not had a good sleep for several nights in a row.

I don’t know what’s wrong with the emperor. He’s been in high spirits these past few days. He doesn’t sleep at night. He either asks people to carry lanterns to go to the ruins of the burned-down palace where Concubine Ru once lived to take a look, or he stays there.

In this imperial study room, I look through old documents and files.

As if belatedly regretting it, the emperor ordered someone to dig out the portraits painted by the painter for Concubine Ru and Sheng Xiujing, and the copybooks that Sheng Xiujing used to practice calligraphy. These things he once discarded like worn-out shoes have now become

treasure.

This was a pain for the servants of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. You must know that at that time, Ru Fei was a concubine who had committed an affair. Huo Lianjun also wanted to eliminate traces of Ru Fei's existence. Sheng Xiujing was a thorn in her side. She had long been

Order your servants to burn everything they can find about Ru Fei and Sheng Xiu Jing. What else will be left?

Isn't this embarrassing the slaves?

Li Fuquan thought about it, but he dared not speak out in anger.

Even Li Fuquan himself didn't notice that since he cooperated with General Pei Mo to secretly send the concubine out of the palace, he became a little impatient with the emperor.

Even though the imperial power, which was heavier than a mountain, was pressing down on his head, he still had some complaints in his heart, but he just didn't say it out loud.

He raised his head and glanced secretly at the emperor. He saw the emperor sitting in the chair and perseveringly flipping through the records of Sheng Xiujing's life given to him by the historian more than ten years ago.

There are detailed records from what day Sheng Xiujing ate to how the poems Sheng Xiujing wrote in the prince's study were evaluated by the teachers at the time.

Because it was recording the history of the Dashun Dynasty, Huo Lianjun at that time could not reach out to the historian, so he was able to preserve the record about Sheng Xiujing.

The inclusion of the harem in historical materials requires careful consideration, so many traces of Rufei can no longer be found.

If we want to know more, we probably can only find the old slaves who worked as servants in the palace scattered throughout Dashun.

The emperor flipped through the documents without feeling tired at all. He used these words to paint an image of Sheng Xiujing in his mind. Unfortunately, when Sheng Xiujing was six years old, the records about him stopped abruptly.

His and Rufei's child, originally the third prince of the Dashun Dynasty, died at the age of six.

Turning to the last page, the emperor looked at the blank page, his heart seemed to have been hit hard with a fist, and the dull pain of loss surrounded him again.

After executing the second prince, he always thought of his and Ru Fei's child for no reason. Thinking of this, he laughed bitterly and raised his hand to pat the solid wood armrest of the chair.

Alone, he really became a loner.

Fatigue came over me like a wave, and the only sound left in the hall was the beeping sound of burning candles, which really made me feel lonely.

The emperor leaned his head on the back of the chair, raised his head high and looked at the intricately patterned dragon caisson above his head. Gradually, his eyes slowly closed.

'Shut up, it's not your turn to comment on my affairs.'

That familiar dream played out in the emperor's mind again. He seemed to be addicted to a dream and could not wake up.

It was very cold. At this time, someone added some clothes to him. It was really warm. He couldn't help but turn around and saw a familiar face, 'Second brother?'

No, it wasn't Lao Er. Lao Er, this rebellious and rebellious son, had already been killed on his order.

Who could that be?

The old emperor took a closer look and saw that it was Pei Aiqing. How could he look so similar to his second son? If he wore the same clothes, he would probably look more like a real brother than a real brother.

The emperor frowned in his dream. He was really confused. Sheng Xiujing was dead long ago. How could the second brother have any brothers? He couldn't help but think, how wonderful it would be if Sheng Xiujing was still alive...

He calculated his age. If his and Ru Fei's child were still alive, he would be as old as Pei Mo now.

A feeling of stepping on the air came from the dream. The emperor was startled and opened his eyes suddenly. His sleepiness seemed to be driven away by the dancing candlelight in front of him.

"well--"

Realizing that he was remembering that night again, the old emperor raised his hand and pressed the corners of his sore eyes. He could close his eyes, and the face that looked more or less like his second son was clearly imprinted in his mind.

The old emperor was stunned as he pressed the corners of his eyes. He suddenly realized something.

'Haha, Pei Aiqing really looks like me when I was young!'

'The General Zhenguo is young and promising. It's strange to say that the General Zhenguo was standing by the lake in the Imperial Garden that day. Just looking at his back, the servant thought he was the second prince!'

'The way he got on his horse, I seemed to see my own shadow.'

'Your Majesty, recently there has been news circulating in the streets of the capital that General Pei is suspected to be the heir of the royal family. Would you like me to go to the streets to find out the source of the rumor?'

Suddenly, many voices echoed in his mind, confusing and complicated. These words should have been forgotten by him over time, but for some reason, at this moment, his brain remembered these contents very clearly, as if someone was reminding him.

Like him.

A frightening and ecstatic thought came to the emperor's mind.

He seemed to have been injected with new energy and continued to rummage on the desk. The papers on the desk made a rattling noise as he turned over them. This movement could not help but attract Li Fuquan to look at him sideways.

What's wrong with the old emperor? It's as if he's been given chicken blood.

"Wow--"

The files on the case were swept to the ground by the emperor. He stood up suddenly and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Li Fuquan, go to Zhuge to find me Pei Aiqing's documents. Go quickly!"

Li Fu's heart skipped a beat when he heard Pei Mo's name, and he murmured why the emperor suddenly became interested in Pei Mo?

He quickly calmed down and said, "I obey your orders. Your Majesty, wait a moment. I will come back as soon as I go."

When he stood up, he quickly glanced at the emperor, and saw that the emperor with gray hair on his temples seemed a little crazy. He was holding a piece of yellowed paper and looking closely at it, his face was almost touching the paper.

Li Fuquan did not dare to hesitate and took the fly whisk out of the imperial study.

Unbeknownst to him, the portrait the emperor was holding just now was the portrait of Sheng Xiujing. Even though the child was only five years old, the emperor's shadow could already be vaguely seen in his features.

After leaving the main hall, Li Fuquan was very worried. He looked back at the closed door and remembered that if it hadn't been for the help of General Pei, he might not have been able to send Concubine Rong out of the palace so smoothly.

If you owe someone a favor, you must repay it.
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