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Chapter 1 She Suspected That She Returned a Fake Dayin

Chapter 1 She suspected that she had replied to a fake Dayin

Author: I want to light the lamp

Chapter 1 She suspected that she had replied to a fake Dayin

In Shengshu, Kyoto, it snowed continuously for three days.

The emperor's extravagant singing and dancing day and night finally came to an end, and the imperial city returned to enjoy a moment of peace.

"Squeak——"

Outside the golden palace, where the palace door was closed, the short eunuch hunched his head. After confirming that no one was around, he opened the door gently and crept in.

The hall was brightly lit with candles, and there was a person lying outside the red tent on the red bed. There were dragon patterns hovering on the brocade clothes, and there were still yellowish stains on the broken cup at hand.

Seeing this, a strange light flashed in the short eunuch's eyes, he covered his mouth and nose and ran away, stretched out his hand to explore, and smiled happily.

"This gate to the underworld is truly worthy of its reputation. The little emperor is a bit young after all."

After he wrapped the fragments in silk cloth and put them in his sleeve pocket, he smashed a cup again.

Just as he was about to leave quietly, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and all the candles were extinguished in an instant. There was no moon tonight, and the hall was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Then, there was a sudden thunder, and a white light flashed in, illuminating the red bed and red tent. It looked like a vague figure, and there were more than one!

But then it became clear that no one was here!

The short eunuch subconsciously took two steps forward, squinted his eyes, and already touched the fragment in his sleeve pocket with a fierce look on his face, just waiting for the opportunity.

The next moment, I heard a "poof", as if a sharp object had been inserted into my body, and a painful groan came from the tent.

Afterwards, there was a masculine male voice that did not belong to the little emperor and was different from the internal ministers: "The person who poisoned you was the man outside, why bother to attack me?"

Hearing this, the short eunuch trembled and took a few steps back.

At this moment, another thunder broke out, and white light shone directly at his feet.

But there was nothing at his feet!

The wind howled, the red curtains were flying, and two figures, one lying on the dragon bed and the other sitting on it, came into view.

And the person sitting there was the little emperor who had already given up his life!

"Ghost, ghost...there is a ghost!"

The short eunuch's back felt cold, and he was so frightened that he fell to the ground tremblingly. He was not as ferocious as before. Now he couldn't even speak, and he could only rely on his survival instinct to crawl away.

The night is dark, the sky is high, and the storm is coming.

A high-pitched and shrill sound of panic echoed over the palace for a long time——

"Oops! The palace is haunted!"

In the palace, Rong Cen was brought back from his thoughts by this hoarse and mocking drake voice.

She watched helplessly as the fruit in her left hand and the fruit knife in her right hand teleported from the modern kitchen bar to the dragon bed in the ancient palace.

Now the knife is still close to the man beneath her.

Yes, below.

Her movements at this moment were very regal like "a king thrusting his bow hard".

It's fair to say... is it worthy of this dragon robe?

Caught off guard by the man's gaze, Rong Cen ignored him, threw away the fruit, grabbed him, and asked, "Who ordered you to climb into my bed?"

The other party was not in a hurry, and did not show any signs of embarrassment. Instead, he looked at her for a few seconds, with a somewhat indescribable meaning.

"Your Majesty, you might as well see clearly where this is."

A thin smile and a lazy voice reached her ears. At the same time, her hot palms pressed against her slender waist, and everything turned upside down in an instant.

Rong Cen fell into the soft brocade quilt. After the violent earthquake, the tent collapsed and his head was covered with red gauze. His already unclear vision, separated by the hazy red, made everything around him seem virtual and real.

"Your Majesty is drunk, so he may not remember."

The candles in the hall were lit again at some point. He held her wrist and pulled out the knife and dagger, and then used her hand to lift up the red gauze. Their eyes met each other, just like the wedding candles.

"This is the golden house where His Majesty hides his beauty."

His face was pale due to his injury, but when he smiled playfully, he looked lively and charming in a unique way.

There was a faint fishy-sweet smell in the air, and the blood droplets stained on the tip of the knife fell on the end of Rong Cen's eyes, blooming into coquettish flowers, which were cold to the touch.

She was awake for a while, and her hands that were not restrained subconsciously locked onto his throat. The two of them seemed to be on par with each other, restraining each other, but in fact she couldn't do anything to him at all.

If the other party was not hostile, she might have gone down to pay homage to the ancestors.

Who is this person?

Rong Cen tried his best to remember, something flashed through his mind quickly, but he didn't have time to catch it. He suddenly realized another layer, the unfinished meaning in his words.

As if to prove her guess, the other party smiled again.

"Your Majesty is wise."

"That's what's hidden down there."

Rong Cen's pupils opened slightly. Even though it was difficult to remember the past many years ago, she knew that such ridiculous behavior as "hiding a beauty in a golden house" was definitely not her fault.

Did she go back to...not her hometown of Dayin?!

His thoughts wavered for just a moment before he heard a voice coming from outside the palace, which sounded slightly familiar.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The palace door opened wide, and a figure rushed to the dragon bed, violently pushing away the person who was suppressing Rong Cen, with no regard for the life or death of others.

Seeing the bloodstains on the side of her face, her round and tender face was covered with worry, and instantly wrinkled into a bitter melon, as if "the injury is on the king's body and the pain is on the slave's heart".

"Where is your majesty injured?" The little eunuch was at a loss and did not dare to touch her. His eyes scanned Rong Cen's body up and down, for fear of seeing where she was injured again.

Perhaps because of his poor eyesight, he didn't notice the injury, so he needed to call the imperial doctor to check his pulse, but he didn't want His Majesty to be alone here with no one to take care of him.

What's more, the perpetrator is still there, how can he ignore His Majesty and put him in danger!

The little eunuch was worried and angry, spinning with anxiety.

So he mercilessly kicked the man who was lying limply on the side as if he was boneless to vent his anger: "How brave! Who allows you to offend His Majesty!"

His strength was small, but he was not weak, and he almost kicked him out of bed.

Seeing an old friend for a long time makes me happy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the beauty's resentful eyes. Rong Cenfang calmed down his expression, straightened the corners of his lips that were about to rise, and called up the long-lost name, "Zhou Geng (gěng), I'm fine."

"Nothing's wrong! Your Majesty, you've seen blood! If you were even half an inch away, your right eye would be injured!"

Zhou Geng took out a silk handkerchief and wanted to clean her wound, but he was afraid of hurting her again. He hung his hand in the air and did not dare to move. He glared at the man bitterly.

Well, why doesn't it count? Even this little bit of blood is still someone else's.

Rong Cen casually took the silk handkerchief and wiped away the remaining blood, revealing his energetic and unscathed face. He glanced at the beauty under the tent and said, "Declarate him a royal doctor."

Zhou Geng understood and breathed a sigh of relief before carefully helping her out of bed.

"As long as everything is fine, Your Majesty!" He said, not forgetting to look at the man with an angry look, but he almost didn't mention him by name, "If anyone dares to damage the holy body, I will be the first to fight him to the death!"

After finishing dressing and gathering his face, Rong Cen walked out. In the brightly lit palace, he didn't see any maids or chambermaids along the way.

Even if it is a cold palace, it cannot be left unattended.

Rong Cen was suspicious, and Zhou Geng, who was a few steps behind her, was unaware and began to talk the same old words.

"Your Majesty's safety is the foundation of Dayin! How could your Majesty ignore the dragon body and play with that male favorite like this!"

"It is a great honor for Your Majesty to be blessed for three days in a row, but he doesn't know what's wrong with him! Why don't you summon the young master next to you tomorrow? You must know that there are still many envoys in the Bafang Pavilion!"

"It's late tonight. Where will your Majesty sleep? Can you please sing and dance to entertain me?"

Amidst the endless chatter, Rong Cen felt his head grow bigger as he listened to this increasingly dim persona. He looked back and staggered at his feet.

Cangjiao Palace.

She suspected that she had replied to a fake Dayin!

First time here, please take care of me

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