Chapter 70 Zhao Mingzhu returns to her dream after a long absence

Zhao Mingzhu fell into a dream again after a long absence.

She stood in front of the Taiji Hall, looking at the plaque, while the palace maids passing by whispered to each other.

"You saw it, they..." The palace maid's face was pale and she was sweating profusely.

Another maid trembled, "I saw it. Their hands and feet were chopped off, and they were turned into human pigs, but they... they're not dead yet."

Zhao Mingzhu was a little confused. Who was turned into a human pig?

The two palace maids didn't know what they were thinking about, and they suddenly became silent. They lowered their heads and walked past Zhao Mingzhu.

Zhao Mingzhu knew that others could not see her, so she walked towards the Taiji Hall. The palace maids in the hall lowered their heads and held their breath, not daring to breathe.

The environment is solemn, even suffocating.

Even Zhao Mingzhu couldn't help but frown. It was too depressing.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I deserve death!"

She walked into the hall and saw the minister kneeling down on the gorgeous Persian carpet in front of her.

Behind the desk, "Since you, my dear minister, also know this, come and give me poisoned wine."

Zhao Mingzhu looked over intently. Behind the golden nanmu nine-dragon desk was Gu Qingheng, dressed in purple. His handsome face had no expression, his thin lips were pursed in a sharp arc, and his eyelashes were thick and long, covering his ink-black phoenix eyes, which were cold and indifferent.

He took the life of another person without hesitation.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I am innocent! Your Majesty, spare my life!"

The minister trembled and crawled on his knees to pull at Gu Qingheng's clothes.

But the next moment he was dragged away by the guards, and in a short while, peace returned to the hall.

Zhao Mingzhu stood in the corner, looking at the adult Gu Qingheng. He had completely lost the youthfulness he had when they last met, and transformed into an emperor who had the power of life and death.

"Gu Qingheng?" Zhao Mingzhu called him tentatively.

Gu Qingheng stood there and glanced in front of him without reacting.

Zhao Mingzhu knew that she would not be able to talk to Gu Qingheng this time.

Outside the nine-hole carved window, the sun gradually sets until night falls and then late into the night.

Gu Qingheng didn't even stand up, and devoted himself to the mountain of memorials in front of him.

Zhao Mingzhu stood beside him and lamented that being an emperor was also a tough job.

When she thought of the emperor, she remembered that Daju had to flip the cards, so didn’t he have to?

Coincidentally, at this moment, a eunuch from the Jingshifang came in holding a green card.

"Your Majesty...it's late at night, you want to..."

"go out."

Zhao Mingzhu walked over and was about to tiptoe to see who was in the harem, but the eunuch from the Jingshifang immediately left the Taiji Hall without hesitation.

Zhao Mingzhu: ...Such a strong desire to survive.

Zhao Mingzhu looked back. When they were in the East Palace, Gu Qingheng didn't seem so scary.

At this moment, someone outside suddenly announced, "The Imperial Concubine requests an audience. Your Majesty, do you want to see her?"

Imperial Concubine? Zhao Mingzhu was curious after hearing this. Who was the Imperial Concubine?

Gu Qingheng said without even raising his head: "Let her in."

The bead curtain was lifted, revealing a woman in a sky-blue jacket with a lotus pattern. She had a small face, willow-shaped eyebrows, and watery eyes. The light and pearls complemented each other, and the beauty was pure and moving.

Zhao Mingzhu opened her eyes wide. Even though she was prepared, she was still a little surprised to see Su Lu, the Concubine Cheng.

The other party was dressed in brocade clothes and luxurious jewelry, looking like a favored concubine in the palace.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Gu Qingheng nodded.

Su Lu stood up and took the food box from the palace maid behind her: "I heard that Your Majesty has not had dinner yet, so I specially made lily and white fungus yogurt, which is nourishing and sweet."

There was unstoppable admiration in her eyes. She gently put the sweet soup aside. Gu Qingheng picked it up and said, "Why do you have to do it yourself?"

"Your Majesty is my husband, and this is as it should be."

Zhao Mingzhu held her chin with her index finger. It was strange. Didn’t Su Lu know that Gu Qingheng didn’t like sweet things?

And this yogurt... Is the power of true love so great that it can make Gu Qingheng really like to eat it?

Zhao Mingzhu felt it was powerful.

"Your Majesty, why don't you eat? Is there something you don't like?"

Su Lu noticed that the other party seemed to have never eaten.

Gu Qingheng stirred and said, "If you have nothing to do, please leave."

He put it aside without saying anything and ordered the guest to leave.

Sadness flashed across Su Luqing's eyes, but after biting her lip, she still bowed as she was told: "Yes, I'll take my leave."

Gu Qingheng said nothing, but lowered his head and looked at the memorial in his hand.

Zhao Mingzhu muttered, "The way they get along is weird." Her figure also disappeared.

The candlelight flickered, Gu Qingheng raised his eyelids and looked ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhao Mingzhu woke up.

She looked down and saw the bright red wedding dress. She felt like she was back on her wedding night.

"ah!"

Zhao Mingzhu looked over in the direction of the sound and saw the dragon-red candle burning fiercely, with the red wax dripping down like tears of blood.

Gu Qingheng, dressed in wedding clothes, smiled softly and pinched the woman below him.

Zhao Mingzhu's throat was crackling and her face was terrified, full of disbelief that the person in front of her was trying to strangle her to death.

Zhao Mingzhu knew what the original owner was thinking without her saying anything.

He is obviously a gentleman, so why did he suddenly reveal his extremely cruel side?

In fact, it wasn't just fear. Zhao Mingzhu felt a chill down her spine as she watched the scene. She knew when she traveled through time that the original owner would be strangled to death, but she had only read it in words. It was nowhere near as shocking as witnessing it with her own eyes now.

Zhao Mingzhu felt a chill on her neck and could still hear the faint sound of broken bones in her ears. She couldn't help but want to touch her neck.

Suddenly, the world spun around, and Zhao Mingzhu turned back into Zhao Mingzhu. Her face was as red as pig liver, her lips were open like a dying fish, and there was thin air in her mouth and nose.

Then her head tilted and she collapsed to the ground, dead.

She opened her eyes wide and watched Gu Qingheng slowly wipe his fingers and throw the sandalwood handkerchief on her.

"Get rid of it."

The original owner seemed to have died with his eyes open, but Zhao Mingzhu in his body was still alive and felt the despair personally.

She looked at the tall figure.

Zhao Mingzhu couldn't help but flinch. This was something she had always feared. Now, after experiencing it herself, she was even more convinced that Gu Qingheng was too dangerous. She had to leave quickly...

"Ah!" Zhao Mingzhu was sweating all over and suddenly sat up.

She quickly touched her neck, it was still there...

She gasped, licked her dry lips, and forced herself to wake up from the death experience.

She is not dead yet, Zhao Mingzhu thought to herself, but her body felt cold and she curled up into a ball, hugging herself.

"But it was a nightmare?" Gu Qingheng asked in a gentle voice.

Hearing his voice, Zhao Mingzhu felt even colder. She shook her head in her arms and didn't dare to look up.

Gu Qingheng in the dream was like the ice and snow on the top of the mountain that had not melted for thousands of years, which was frightening.

Gu Qingheng keenly noticed that Zhao Mingzhu seemed to be even more afraid of him. His face became gloomy, but his voice became softer.

"The doctor from the Guming Mansion, please come and take a look."

Zhao Mingzhu's hair was disheveled, and she opened her eyes: "No need, it's just a nightmare."

"What nightmare was it? Mingzhu, why don't you tell me about it? Maybe you'll feel better if you tell me."

He also wanted to know what kind of dream could make Zhao Mingzhu so afraid of him as if he were facing a flood or a beast.

Zhao Mingzhu naturally couldn't say it, and licked her lips unnaturally: "I can't remember."

Gu Qingheng looked at her, and she clearly still remembered it.

Gu Qingheng suddenly remembered that it was also after a night that Zhao Mingzhu said those words to him with complicated eyes.

Zhao Mingzhu in front of him is hiding a secret, and this secret must be related to him.

That's why she is so afraid of herself.