Yuan Jing walked quickly through the East Hall of Bixiao Palace, passed the small study room, looked at the still shining lights inside, and paused.

He came to the door and knocked lightly twice, but no one responded. After a little hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered the room.

At a glance, Wu Jie could be seen falling asleep on the floppy bed, with the book in her hand falling on her lap.

Is this reading too long and falling asleep?

What book is so hypnotic. Yuan Jing stepped forward to pick up the book on the ground, glanced at it twice, and it turned out to be another book about swords and swords.

Wu Jie was in a daze, and vaguely noticed that her body sank.

She had something on her mind these days, she slept very lightly, and woke up immediately.

Opening her eyes, she saw Yuan Jing standing in front of her, covering her with a thin blanket.

As if she was still immersed in the story of happy grievances, Wu Jie felt sore all over her body. She sat up and said, "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Yuan Jing smiled and said: "I wanted to go back to rest, but I saw the light was still on in the small study, so I came over to have a look." Then said, "Why do you read so late, staying up too long is not good for your eyes."

Wu Jie hugged the blanket covering her body, she was silent for a while, she hadn't read a book so late for a long time. In the past, when she stayed up late, Chi Rui would come over and nag herself, and go to bed obediently. Now that she is gone, even the time has been forgotten.

Thinking of Chi Rui, I feel depressed again, I don't know how this girl is doing now, Chen Jiao should not hurt her cruelly, but I am still worried.

And once Chi Rui left, she lost her last companion in the court who could speak the truth.

Seeing her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed. Yuan Jing frowned, and couldn't help but stepped forward and pressed her forehead.

Surprised, Wu Jie raised her head and leaned back, but forgot that there was nothing behind her. Suddenly lost his balance and fell down.

Yuan Jing hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her.

Feeling the strength of his arm, Wu Jie's whole body became stiff.

Yuan Jing felt a little lost in her heart, she didn't show it on her face, she immediately let go of her, and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about the Gao family's affairs, go to sleep, I see that you have dark circles under your eyes these days."

Wu Jie nodded obediently. Since returning to Bixiao Palace, she has been worried day and night because of the movement at Phoenix Rite Palace.

Soon she knew why Yuan Jing said that there was no need to worry about the Gao family's affairs.

The next day, the news of Mother Qiu's death spread throughout the harem.

As the chief housekeeper next to Empress Gao, Mother Qiu is serious and tough, almost equivalent to half of Empress Gao. Now he died quietly beside Dongsheng Pond.

Empress Dowager Gao was very angry, and immediately ordered the inner government to investigate why Mother Qiu fell into the pool for no reason.

A group of people from the inner palace investigated for several days and came to the conclusion that, that night, Mother Qiu just went out to relax, and for some reason, she walked to the edge of Dongsheng Pool, and then accidentally fell into it because of the cold weather and slippery road. .

Following the death of Mother Qiu, there was even a rumor in the palace that Mother Qiu passed Dongsheng Pool that night, and suddenly countless shadows appeared in the water, hooking her alive.

This rumor makes people think of the countless palace people who drowned in the Emerald Garden before. For a time, rumors of ghosts in the palace were rampant.

Bailu became anxious. She obeyed Mother Qiu's order and planned to lure Wu Jie out to kill her, but before she could do it, Mother Qiu died strangely.

The rumors that have been raging recently spread to her ears, and she, who was originally afraid of ghosts, was frightened to death. Others just think of evil spirits as dangerous, but if there really are evil spirits seeking revenge on Madam Qiu, it is true that there is a wrongdoer and a debtor, and there is no wrong person.

As for the murder of Concubine Wu, she thought it was unnecessary, but she put it on hold after thinking about it.

Bai Lu didn't dare to think about Mother Qiu's death, but Empress Gao refused to let it go.

"Since the inner palace can't find any flaws, I will hand it over to Dali Temple and the Imperial Army." She frowned and ordered firmly, "Bailu! Call Yin Changqing."

The death of Mother Qiu made Wu Jie heave a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Jing's attack efficiency is so high. He still has a certain influence in the palace. After all, he was originally the master of the palace. This way your life should be safe.

Toffee's life is more relaxed and comfortable than she imagined, even to the point of being boring.

Looking around, Yuan Jing, the emperor, seemed to be more relaxed than himself.

This day, when she came back from admiring the snow scenery outside, she saw Yuan Jing.

His ink-like long hair was tied with a blue ribbon, and he was wearing a snow-colored gown. He was sitting leisurely on the porch, holding a book in his hand, and a cup of tea by his lap. Misty water mist curls out from the mouth of the cup, carrying an elegant aroma.

That appearance, that temperament, made Wu Jie almost think that someone was back.

When Chen Jiao has nothing to do, he also likes to sit here and watch himself brewing flower dew, or playing with medicinal herbs, and the two gossiping about each other.

It's just that compared with Chen Jiao's free and unrestrained romantic temperament, Yuan Jing at this time looks more leisurely and light, like an exile.

In her previous life, Wu Jie really couldn't imagine that the word leisurely and light could be associated with Yuan Jing. From the first time we met, Yuan Jing was a busy person. It seems that he is determined to be a generation of Mingjun, and strives hard to rule the country. He spends most of the day either practicing in the military camp or handling government affairs in the Qian'an Palace. The solemn look between his brows seems to be fixed on his face. Who knew that after losing the throne and hiding in the deep palace, there would be such a lazy side.

Hearing Wu Jie's voice coming in, he raised his head and said with a smile, "I'm back so soon."

Wu Jie coughed: "It's very cold, reading here is worse than going back to the study."

Yuan Jing smiled and said: "Wait for you, I can see you back here at a glance."

Wu Jie was shivered by his teasing, and said with a dry smile, "Your Majesty should still take care of the dragon's body."

"I have a strong body, and I am not afraid of the cold and heat. Besides, the white snow and cold wind, the tea and the lonely lamp are the best match for reading the blood of a knight."

Wu Jie was stunned, and looked down. What Yuan Jing was holding in her hand was a copy of "Female Virtue", with the corners of the pages turned up, and it was her private possession.

His vision is not bad, this is one of his favorite books.

"I can tell from the appearance of this book that you have read it many times, and you have nothing to do, so you take it and read it."

"This is an article by the Five Poisons Layman. It was published a few years ago. The writing is excellent and the plot is very interesting. It was very popular at the time, but it is a pity that I wrote three books, and there will be no follow-up." Wu Jie introduced with regret.

"I've read this one too."

"Ah, the emperor has seen it before?"

"Yeah, I was obsessed with it for a while. It was when I was twelve or thirteen years old. At that time, "One Sword and the Immortal" was popular, and I even bought a set. There is no follow-up, and I regret it for a long time. .It should still exist in the Hong family's mansion." Recalling the past, Yuan Jing looked gentle and melancholy.

"Later, my father was seriously ill, and I hurriedly succeeded to the throne, so I didn't read it again. I couldn't finish reading the memorial from morning till night."

No wonder that night, when he found these books in his small study, his expression was slightly touched.

But Yuan Jing who likes to read story books, Wu Jie felt unimaginable. She thought that this person had been a serious and hard-working emperor since he was a child.

It was as if she couldn't imagine that one day, he would appear in her back house and chat with her casually.

"The protagonist in it started as a farm boy, who set foot on the fairy road by chance, without the guidance of a master, without the support of a sect, but he was able to overcome obstacles all the way, persevering, and what is rare is that he is upright and forthright, punishes rape and eliminates evil, who do young people look at?" Not fascinated."

The regret in his heart was aroused by what he said, Wu Jie sighed: "Yeah, at the critical moment of writing, I don't know what the author is doing, I heard that this book is selling well. , why did you abandon it?"

Yuan Jing closed the pages of the book and said with a smile, "I remember there was a follow-up book in the second year."

"That's because the bookstore paid a lot of money to hire someone else to continue this book. It doesn't look like that at first glance."

Yuan Jing looked at her with great interest: "I don't know if the author is exhausted."

"It's impossible for Jiang Lang to reach this point." The story in the follow-up is unremarkable. The protagonist has been entangled with several female fairies all day long, which makes people feel angry. From conception to plot, it completely collapsed, only the writing is barely gorgeous.

"You are the bosom friend of this layman of the Five Poisons." Yuan Jing laughed.

"What kind of bosom friend, this kind of good-looking person who wrote half of it, but left the pick for no reason, in my opinion, should be sent to the palace to be a eunuch. Let them know the feeling of being gone." Wu Jie said bitterly.

Yuan Jing couldn't help laughing and bent down.

Never seeing him laughing like this before, Wu Jie said awkwardly, "What's the matter?"

After laughing for a while, Yuan Jing raised his head and said: "It's nothing, I wanted to take you to meet the original author, but with such a murderous look, I'm afraid it will scare the author away."

"You know the author?" Wu Jie was surprised.

"Of course, there is no follow-up to this book, and I am also very sorry, so I ordered someone to go to the folks to find it."

Wu Jie immediately thought that this layman of the Five Poisons was from Wei, and he was a majestic emperor. If he wanted to find an author for a bookstore, it would not be easy for him to do so.

"Then if you find someone, why don't you let him continue writing?"

"There is an order, but this guy is lazy and tired, and he has been dragging it so far."

This layman of the Five Poisons is so powerful that he doesn't even listen to the emperor's order?

"Well, now that I think about it, I'm too good-tempered. When I meet him another day, I will convey to him your intention to enter the palace without writing, and make sure that he picks up the pen immediately, and his writing is like a spring." Yuan Jing joked seriously.

Wu Jie's face flushed, she was a woman, and it was inappropriate to talk about the topic that was gone.

She changed the subject awkwardly and said, "Where did the emperor see these books?"

Originally thought that the eunuchs or guards around him flattered and offered, but Yuan Jing's answer was actually.

"I bought it myself."

"I was in poor health when I was a child, so my father could only move me out of the palace, and then lived in Hong's house for a long time. Once I bought a storybook for Lan Zhen, she liked the story of the happy meeting of a gifted man and a beautiful woman. Occasionally I discovered this kind of book once, bought and read two copies, and it was out of control.”

Wu Jie thought for a while, then realized that Lanzhen was Concubine Hongshu's maiden name, and said with a smile: "The emperor has a deep affection for Concubine Hongshu."

"Well, when I went to Hong's house, Lan Zhen was still a little girl of two or three years old. I watched her grow up, just like her own sister."

Bring your own sister into the harem as a favorite concubine? Wu Jie couldn't help but roll her eyes again. Moreover, when the Hong family fell, Concubine Hongshu died of illness in a hurry. Wasn't it the result of his ruthless crackdown?

Perhaps her expression was too obvious, Yuan Jing actually guessed her thoughts.

"Don't get me wrong, Lan Zhen is not in good health. She was born with a heart disease. The imperial doctor diagnosed her when she was a child. She couldn't live past 28 years. Entering the palace is just to satisfy her wishes. Her body cannot be stimulated, let alone... have sex .”

Wu Jie was taken aback, this news was really unexpected, Concubine Hongshu often complained about illness, ran amok in the palace, and even got angry, she was able to ask Yuan Jing away from Empress Gao's bedroom, she thought it was just a usual way for concubines to fight for favor Really sick. No wonder Yuan Jing has been pampering her.

Looking back on her previous life, Concubine Hongshu also died young.

Thinking about it this way, the death of Concubine Hongshu in the two lifetimes was a real death, not something he did.

Yuan Jing didn't know why she said these things.

"Lan Zhen's death is indeed my fault. I shouldn't have accommodated her like this in the first place and agreed to let her enter the palace. If she lived outside the palace and lived leisurely every day, maybe her heart palpitations would not have occurred so early .There are many rules in the palace, and they restrict people..."

Looking at the gloomy sky and the snowflakes fluttering in the cold wind, Yuan Jing's tone also has an unpredictable rhythm.

Originally, the news of his "death" stimulated Concubine Hong Shu to have a heart attack and fell ill in bed. Knowing that the emperor had fallen out with the Hong family made things worse.

"After all, I am sorry for her. The fact that the Queen Mother wants to kill me should be hidden from her."

Wu Jie's heart trembled, she stared at Yuan Jing, she didn't expect him to mention this matter in front of her.

The murder of mother and child, in any country, is a big scandal that affects the majesty of the entire court.

Seriously, it could even shake the cornerstone of Yuan Jing's rule. But this guy actually said it so casually.

"Is it a surprise? A while ago, when the imperial mausoleum collapsed, my mother wanted to kill me. It was also because Lan Zhen learned of this that she fell ill and died."

"Why?" she asked with difficulty.

The Empress Dowager Hong wanted to kill Yuan Jing, she had already learned the truth from the Master Xie in South Chen, and she has been puzzled ever since.

Yuan Jing smiled wryly, "Who knows why, probably because I don't like it."

Yuan Jing leaned on the corridor, raised his hand to cover his eyes, he was half lying down, his low voice echoed in the wind and snow.

"My mother wants to kill me, and my wife wants to kill me too. Sometimes I think about whether it's better to just die. This way, everyone will be at ease."

His voice was low, as if overwhelmed.

As Wu Jie watched, a little sympathy arose in her heart, but also a little subtle gloating.

That's right, never imagined in previous life that you failed like this.