Chapter 309: The Concubine Does Not Harm the Country, She Only Wants to Harm the Imperial Master (Thirteen)
Yue Wu felt like she was drowsy in the cradle. Everything around her was pale, and there was no sign of human figures or sounds.
By the way, he killed Xu Zhaoyi and those ghosts, and they can no longer hurt him!
Hearing the sweet and soothing voice of the Imperial Master, his consciousness fell into a world of pure white.
Gradually, an unknown breeze passed by his side, blowing up a corner of his wide sleeves...
Then, the wind passed through his neck again, carrying with it the damp and cold breath after the autumn rain. Almost instantly, he shivered uncontrollably. The white dream began to become shaky, and uneasiness came over him.
He wanted to wake up, but his eyes were glued shut, as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on him, preventing him from even lifting a finger.
At this moment, the cold wind blowing past the side of my neck seemed to become increasingly damp and cold, and even gradually began to solidify, with white cold air lingering around.
It was as if he was placed in a huge ice cellar.
He wanted to escape, but he couldn't move.
The extremely clear consciousness gradually intensified his inner fear. Just when he was feeling anxious, a laugh suddenly rang in his ears.
"Hehe~"
The laughter was sharp and piercing, and a familiar scent came to my face.
"Hehehe~ Your Majesty, I am here to serve you in bed..."
No, don't come near me!
He wanted to shout, but he couldn't open his mouth.
"But Your Majesty, my face hurts so much. Can you help me? Please!"
No, don't come over here!
"Hehe~"
Somehow, Kong You's voice suddenly appeared within reach.
“.....!”
Perhaps the emotion of fear reached its peak. When the cold temperature touched the side of his face, Yue Wu suddenly felt his whole body lighten.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky through the open window. The night wind blew by, and the human-faced drums on the ceiling made a tinkling sound, the sound dull and long.
It turned out to be a dream.
He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and patted the dim yellow talisman in the inner lining, and felt a little calmer.
Seeing that there was no one to serve him, he shouted unhappily towards the dark door, "Is anyone there? Gao Ling! Come in and light the candle for me!"
The wind howled outside the tightly closed palace door, and the swaying shadows of the trees were reflected on the window lattices, adding a bit of horror to the silent night.
Yue Wu frowned and raised her voice again: "Gao Ling! Gao......"
Suddenly, he paused, and the familiar subtle sound rang out again, still coming from under his bed!
"Hehe~"
At this moment, he felt that all the blood in his body was freezing.
What's more, along with that strange laughter, it seemed like something was under the bed, scratching his bed board with sharp nails.
Snap—Snap—
He swallowed and cautiously looked under the bed.
Bang!
A pale hand reached out from under the bed and grabbed the edge of the wooden bed without warning. The fingers seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the finger bones were tense like sharp blades, as if ready to strike.
"Who...Who are you!" Yue Wu's voice trembled, and he sat stiffly on the bed without even the courage to retract his head.
He just stared blankly at the hand exerting force, while a strong smell of blood spread from under the bed.
It seems like... something even more terrifying is about to crawl out from under the bed!
"ah--!!!"
Yue Wu suddenly sat up from the bed and met a pair of calm eyes, beautiful and indifferent.
He was stunned and looked around. He found that the hall was brightly lit by candles. The rattle hanging on the beam was hanging vertically in the air, looking very harmless.
Yue Wu's face turned pale. After seeing the familiar figure, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. The beauty's concerned question rang in his ear: "My king, did you have a nightmare?"
Yue Wu nodded absentmindedly, her fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the bed.
The next second, a strange uneven touch spread to his fingertips. His back stiffened, and he slowly raised his fingers and looked down.
He saw four clear scratches on the edge of the bed, and fear made his mind go blank.
Almost immediately, he fluttered and crawled towards the bed, shouting frantically: "Someone! Someone come quickly!!"
The palace maid waiting outside the hall heard the news and hurried in, standing respectfully in front of the bed.
"Throw it out! Throw it out..."
The young eunuch looked up in confusion and saw the emperor wearing only a thin inner garment, with disheveled hair. He was sitting on the inside of the bed, hugging the quilt tightly, staring at the rattles made of human skin in horror, looking like a madman.
"Throw them out! Throw all those human-faced drums out for me! Quickly!!!"
Seeing that the young eunuch didn't react, Yue Wu glared at him with bloodshot eyes and roared at him viciously: "Ahhh! Throw them out to me now!"
The young eunuch immediately fell silent, turned around and hurriedly called for people to come and pick up the rattles hanging from the roof.
Only after those human-faced drums were taken away did Yue Wu seem to have released all his strength. He slumped back to his bed, murmuring softly, "Master, I want to see you..."
Jiang Feng glanced at him and lazily consoled him: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, the Imperial Master has already gone to bed."
Yue Wu didn't look at him, her fingers tightly gripping the quilt as she raised her voice stubbornly: "National Master, I want to see the National Master! Didn't you hear me? Now, immediately, right now! Summon the National Master to me!"
When the palace servants who were carrying the human-faced drum heard this, they all stopped and looked back.
There was a hint of coldness in Jiang Feng's eyes, and he raised his chin towards them. Seeing this, the palace servant lowered his eyes and walked out of the hall with his head held high.
The moment the palace door was closed, he changed his gentle attitude, suddenly grabbed Yue Wu's messy hair and pulled it up.
Yue Wu instantly cried out in pain, but before he could get angry, his gaze was fixed on the eyes of the person next to him, and the other person's low and hoarse voice echoed in his ears.
The voice was filled with an undeniable sense of oppression, and it reiterated word by word: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Preceptor has retired. It would be best if you do not disturb him."
Yue Wu's eyes were dull as he nodded slowly, as if he had lost his soul.
Jiang Feng showed a satisfied smile: "Go to sleep."
Yue Wu followed every instruction and lay back on the bed obediently. She reached out and pulled the quilt to cover herself. After struggling for a while, her eyelids finally couldn't resist the vixen's bewitching ability and slowly closed.
"Master, please save me...Master, please save me..."
The urgent and frightened murmurs reached his ears. Jiang Feng looked at the female ghost lying on the side of the emperor's neck and blowing evil spirits, and narrowed his eyes: "It's very noisy!"
Xu Zhaoyi shuddered instantly, and her cold claws suddenly covered Yue Wu's mouth, which was still murmuring.
After the room returned to silence, Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze, walked to the table and picked up a brand new brush.
Dip the brush in ink, roll up your sleeves, and then put pen to paper. The movement is pleasing to the eye and the work is completed in one stroke.
Yu Huo
These two words were written in cursive script, and the wild font seemed to form a sharp contrast with his exquisite appearance.
After finishing writing, he looked very satisfied, with joy in his eyes.
It seemed as if he was looking through the paper, at the owner of the name...
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