Lin Xuan's forehead was pressed to the ground, and only one eye could see clearly. The other eye was pitch black, as terrifying as a black hole.
"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong."
The empress dowager glanced at her coldly, and it was not until the prime minister of Xihe came into the hall that the empress dowager's expression became kind and she regained the peaceful appearance in the eyes of outsiders.
Lin Xuan sneered in her heart. Everyone in the palace was more cruel than she had imagined.
After the Queen Mother greeted the Prime Minister, she glanced at Lin Xuan, who was still standing there, and said in a cold voice, "Why don't you get out?"
Lin Xuan quickly got up from the ground and stammered, "Yes."
*
Yan Chou came to Chengming Palace without saying a word, but his sudden temper did not cause any trouble to Xie Shizhu who was beside him.
Xie Shizhu was sitting in the hall, holding a book he had picked up at random.
Fu Yun stood beside Yan Chou and worked hard without complaint.
Yan Chou lowered his head and stared at the memorial, and after a long while he still stayed on one page.
The hall was so quiet that even the sound of burning sandalwood could be heard clearly.
Fu Yun didn't even dare to breathe.
Yan Chou suddenly threw the memorial to the ground, and the loud bang broke the dead silence.
Xie Shizhu subconsciously looked up at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Yan Chou said in a tone that brooked no argument: "Queen, come here and grind it."
Fu Yun knew that he had nothing to do, so he quickly put down the millstone in his hand and backed out of the hall.
Xie Shizhu frowned slightly: "I can't."
Yan Chou's eyes flashed with interest, his thin lips curled slightly, and the words he said were too explicit: "If you don't know how, I can teach you. During sex, didn't I also teach you so that practice makes perfect?"
Xie Shizhu: “…”
The system couldn't help but laugh secretly in Xie Shizhu's consciousness.
Yan Chou quietly admired Xie Shizhu's gradually red face, tapping the table rhythmically with his fingers, staring at her with his deep eyes.
Xie Shizhu gritted his teeth, stood up from his chair, and slowly walked to his side.
Yan Chou saw that she was holding the pestle and mortar with her right hand, and then he placed his big palm on the back of her hand. The cold body temperature made Xie Shizhu subconsciously want to dodge, but Yan Chou was one step faster than her and held her wrist tightly.
Then, lead her to grind slowly.
Yan Chou lowered his eyes and stared at the white back of her hand, where the joints were obvious and there were some clear blood vessels.
For some reason, Yan Chou felt dry mouth and throat tightness.
Liunian came in from outside and replaced the burnt sandalwood with new one. Only then did Yan Chou let go of his hand.
Xie Shizhu felt relieved. She could clearly feel the temperature of Yan Chou's palm, from ice cold to hot.
Liu Nian stayed in the palace and was reluctant to leave. Yan Chou frowned slightly and looked at Xie Shizhu, "Go back to Jin'an Palace and wait for me."
Upon hearing this, Xie Shizhu let go of the pestle and mortar, picked up her skirt, and hurriedly fled from Chengming Hall.
Yan Chou closed his eyes slightly, looking at her back as she almost fled in panic, with a flash of mockery towards himself in his eyes.
Liu Nian knelt on the ground and whispered, "Your Majesty, the Minister of Personnel is dead."
Yan Chou picked up the memorial again and said "hmm" nonchalantly.
After Liunian finished his report, he left Chengming Hall.
Yan Chou was the only one left in the entire hall. He just wanted to quickly review the memorials and go to Jin'an Hall. After all, Xie Shizhu had already agreed, so he had to work harder to make Xie Shizhu pregnant with his child as soon as possible.
This way, he could also hold her tightly.
As the night deepened, only a few memorials remained of the mountain of documents.
Yan Chou looked tired and pinched his eyebrows with his fingertips. Suddenly, he felt strange all over, his chest was hot, and the fingers that were pinching the corner of the memorial trembled slightly.
He took a deep breath, pushed away the memorials on the table, and took a sip of cold tea, trying to suppress the strange feeling, but it was of no use.
Yan Chou frowned, slowly stood up, and walked out of the hall.
The weather was already extremely hot, and even the wind whistling at night was a bit warm.
Yan Chou felt a little drowsy for a moment, his vision became blurred, his whole body was hot and sweaty, and his breath was also hot.
His thin eyelids twitched several times. Yan Chou returned to the hall, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to realize something in his heart.
Yan Chou walked to the bed and just as she was about to untie her robe and prepare to bathe, a pair of weak hands circled her waist from behind. The woman's voice sounded familiar as she whispered, "Your Majesty, I will change your clothes and bathe you."
He turned around. Because he had been drugged with some kind of hallucinogenic substance, the face of the woman in front of him was very blurry, but judging from her figure, it seemed to be Xie Shizhu.
Even the voice sounds like her.
"Your Majesty?" The woman smiled, deliberately pinching her throat, imitating Xie Shizhu's voice, and said gently, "Why are you sweating so much? Let me help you..."
As she spoke, she reached out to untie Yan Chou's loose robe belt and placed her weak hands on his waist.
Suddenly, the woman's smiling face turned pale, and her hand touched something stiff and extremely cold.
Before she could react, Yan Chou forced himself to stay conscious, a bloodthirsty sneer on the corner of his lips, and then he quickly pulled out the dagger from his waist. In the woman's shocked eyes, he inserted the silver-glowing dagger straight into her neck.
There was a puff, and the woman fell to the ground with her eyes wide open.
Yan Chou drew out the dagger, his bony hands stained with bright red blood. Moonlight shone through the window lattice and fell on the ground. A strange and terrifying atmosphere lingered in the hall.
"Fuyun..." Yan Chou threw down the dagger and held the bedpost of Longtu with one hand. His voice was weaker than ever.
Fu Yun rushed in from outside the hall, and as soon as he stepped in, he was shocked by the scene in front of him and gasped.
The emperor's brocade robe fell to the ground, and the woman with her eyes open was also lying on the ground. The bright red blood gushed out of her neck, staining the emperor's robe red.
His once beautiful face was now as pale as paper, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes flashed with coldness.
The surging moonlight poured in, lengthening Yan Chou's figure in the hall, and the smell of rust and blood filled the air.
Fu Yun was stunned for a moment, then hurried to Yan Chou's side and immediately noticed that something was wrong with the emperor. He swallowed hard and asked, "Your Majesty, what happened?"
Yan Chou's deep eyes exuded a dangerous abyss. He lowered his voice and said, "Go to Jin'an Palace."
Fu Yun was stunned: "Your Majesty, I'd better call the imperial physician."
Yan Chou looked at him disdainfully. Despite the pain of hallucination, he remained calm.
Fuyun had no choice but to obey: "Yes."
Before Fu Yun left Chengming Palace, he glanced at the ground and found that the dead woman looked somewhat familiar. Only after he left the palace did he remember who the woman was.
This is the prime minister's legitimate daughter.
Fu Yun was overwhelmed and immediately understood the reason.
Perhaps someone took advantage of Yan Chou's reviewing of memorials to spread hallucinogenic smoke into the hall, and then quietly sent the Prime Minister's daughter in.
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