Dongxu Palace in the evening
Li Xuanyi was reviewing the piles of memorials on the table when he suddenly felt a headache, as if countless snakes were crawling inside him.
The pen in my hand fell onto the table, and the ink flowed irregularly on the table.
Li Xuanyi frowned and rubbed the side of his head with his fingers.
Eunuch Lin placed the brush on the pen holder, picked up the handkerchief on the wooden stand on the right and began to wipe the table.
"Your Majesty, do you have a headache? Would you like to rest for a while? I will send someone to find the imperial physician."
Li Xuanyi leaned his head against the back of the chair behind him and said, "No need. I still have two memorials to read. Can you help me press my head?"
"yes."
Eunuch Lin handed the ink-stained handkerchief to the palace maid next to him and asked her to wash it.
He picked up a handkerchief from the wooden shelf and wiped his hands.
Then he stood behind Li Xuanyi, put his hands on both sides of his brain, and began to massage.
Li Xuanyi suddenly asked, "What do you think it's like to love someone?"
Eunuch Lin is already over fifty years old this year. He has served two generations of emperors and barely survives in the palace with his eyes and mouth.
I have never encountered such a difficult problem.
The old emperor in the past was a person who cared a lot about his reputation, so words spoken had to be words of praise.
The more exaggerated the speech, the more the old emperor liked it and the greater the reward he received.
In front of the new emperor, it was completely the opposite.
He would see through any lie you told, and then carry you away under heavy pressure.
"I don't know, after all, I really can't fall in love."
"Didn't you seek out palace maids as your companions when you were young?"
Eunuch Lin coughed.
Do you think it is appropriate for you, a serious emperor, to discuss this matter with him?
"Yes, but she left the palace when she reached a certain age."
Li Xuanyi said softly, "Leaving the palace?"
That is to say, their situations are the same.
Patients began to communicate with each other emotionally.
"So how did you feel then?"
"More than 30 years have passed. I really don't remember it."
If he had known this day would come, he would have definitely felt the mood swings of that day.
Then take a piece of paper and write it down.
"Don't you remember? Are feelings so fragile?"
Li Xuanyi whispered, not knowing whether he was talking to Eunuch Lin or to himself.
"It's not true love between us. We just want a companion in the palace and someone to rely on."
"Your Majesty, have you thought of the Empress?"
Eunuch Lin quickly changed the subject.
I don’t know what happened to the emperor and the empress last night, but before the rooster crowed this morning, the entire Fenglai Palace became an iron barrel, and not even a fly could fly in.
For two months, he had never seen the emperor express any emotion.
Apart from reviewing memorials, there is nothing else to do.
It was not until more than ten days ago when the Empress appeared in the palace that he felt that the Emperor was at least still a human being.
At least he has joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.
However, today all that remains is a capital Sorrow.
At this time, a man in red pushed open the door and knelt in the center of the hall.
"Your Majesty."
Li Xuanyi straightened up, and Eunuch Lin withdrew his hands and stood beside him.
“Get up.
His voice was full of fatigue, like a dead tree in winter, lifeless.
"Chengfeng, go kill that zither player."
Li Xuanyi didn't know why Su Yumo suddenly wanted to leave the palace yesterday.
He didn't find anything suspicious in her whereabouts yesterday.
The most suspicious thing is what she said to those slaves.
The person who followed the slaves wrote down the words on a piece of paper from memory.
He pondered and reasoned over each word, but found no clues.
These are all very common words.
That leaves only one final uncertainty.
Cheng Feng once said that due to external stimulation, she might regain her memory and think of the musician.
"Yes." Cheng Feng lowered his head and accepted the order.
Chengfeng is a sword in Li Xuanyi's hand, a sharp sword.
He exists because of Li Xuanyi, he is his shadow.
He could kill everyone for Li Xuanyi.
As he turned around, Li Xuanyi called him.
"Forget it, just go."
He originally wanted to ask Cheng Feng the question he had just asked.
But when you think about it, all he has done since he was a child is killing people, so how could he understand what love is?
"etc."
Li Xuanyi still did not miss the last chance.
Cheng Feng stopped, turned around, and waited for Li Xuanyi's question.
What if Cheng Feng understands?
The killer has also seen a lot of love in the world.
Many of those who pay killers to kill people do so out of love and hatred.
"How do you think you should treat someone you love?"
Cheng Feng answered simply, "I don't understand love."
As expected.
"Okay, go ahead."
"I'll take my leave."
Before Cheng Feng left the hall, a palace servant entered and said, "Your Majesty, the golden-armored guard has arrived to report."
Li Xuanyi: "Let them in."
Three men in golden armor knelt on one knee and bowed their heads, their hands shaking.
"Attend Your Majesty."
Li Xuanyi suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, "Aren't you responsible for looking after the zither player?"
Li Xuanyi has a good memory, especially for faces.
The man kneeling in the middle swallowed his saliva and scratched the hard muscles with his hands on his knees.
"Yes, the luthier... he's gone."
Li Xuanyi said in a deep voice: "Gone? Tell me the whole story."
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