Chapter 2043 [Shangxie]
The Purple Palace was suddenly plunged into a dim darkness, with only the light from outside the window shining in from afar, and the curtains faintly covering the slender figure.
The light was too dim, and Xia Fuyi couldn't see clearly what the emperor took down from the bookshelf.
Everything around her was so dark that she could no longer resist and closed her eyes. Her brows were still furrowed when she fell asleep.
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The Regent has a palace outside the palace. Although he has been in control of the government for so many years, he actually spends very little time in the palace. This actually makes many ministers feel strange. It is as if the Regent is really just a good minister who shares the worries of the emperor. Even if he has sufficient reasons, he is unwilling to live in the palace and become the hidden master of this palace.
But what was even more strange was that just when the emperor resumed attending court and he needed to avoid the taboo, the regent started to stay in the court palace every day, as if he didn't care at all whether the emperor would be angry or alert because of this.
It was the same tonight. After the court session, the Regent returned to the Chaoci Palace.
In the afternoon, he went to the Imperial Study again for official business, and then returned to the Chaoci Palace and did not come out again.
At this moment, the night has already covered the entire imperial city, and the palace has gradually become quiet. Only the sounds of palace servants chatting and laughing can be heard from some small paths and corners, and the chirping of insects from the elegant flowers. This summer night seems even more quiet.
Changsun Qingzhao was sitting in the courtyard at this moment, drinking amidst the subtle noises.
There were no servants around, and he seemed to be enjoying himself drinking, until he heard footsteps approaching, and then he paused for a moment.
The footsteps were lost in the darkness of the night, not deliberately concealed, even a bit careless, with a rhythm that only martial artists could possess.
After listening for a while, Chang Sun Qingzhao curled his lips, raised his head and drank a sip of wine, then turned to look at the person who came.
"Did the Emperor's nephew come here because of the aroma of wine? I only have this one pot left."
As the moon rose, a mist-like cloud gradually filled the flowers.
And wrapped in the bright fog and night, Changsun Chi's outline gradually became clear.
The wide red sleeves were blown up and down by the night wind, setting off his delicate and pale face, like a charming and cold flower fairy born from the night.
And under the wide sleeves, he was holding a pitch-black sword in his slender white palm.
The dragon pattern on the sword was not obvious, with only a ferocious outline occasionally flashing in the darkness.
He and his sword stood silently in the darkness, like dark clouds gradually pressing down on the city, suffocating this world.
The wind became silent.
The murderous intent burst out without any warning.
The moment his thumb pushed open the scabbard, the figure in red rushed out in the night, as fast as the strongest wind, and arrived in front of the Regent in the blink of an eye.
The silver sword light drew a dazzling arc of snow, tearing the night apart.
The Regent, who had been sitting on the stone bench elegantly and calmly, had already left his seat. Even though he had anticipated the sudden retreat, he still couldn't completely avoid the sharp sword wind.
There was a cut in the clothes on his chest, and the sound of the tearing cloth was particularly clear in the night.
There was absolutely no room for buffering. In the next blink of an eye, the sword light was already in front of his eyes again, carrying with it the surging internal force. A gust of wind was raised out of thin air, causing the wide red sleeves to rustle.
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