Chapter 81
Chapter 81
Xiao Zheyu led him to the future; otherwise, he wouldn't be alive now. Xiao Ling had nothing to say, and said with a bitter smile, "Yes, it was all the path I chose myself."
Xiao Ling said seriously, "That woman didn't completely escape; I can sense that she's still here."
Xiao Zheyu stared at him: "Why?"
Xiao Ling said, "Ever since my health deteriorated, I often wake up coughing in the middle of the night. One night, I vaguely saw a dark shadow standing beside me, but when I opened my eyes, there was nothing there."
Xiao Ling looked at the palace: "I haven't left anyone in the palace now, because I can always sense the presence of that dark shadow."
Xiao Zheyu didn't speak, but just looked at him for a while: "Really?"
Xiao Ling frowned and looked at Xiao Zheyu: "Does my elder sister think what I said is a lie?"
Xiao Zheyu avoided his gaze: "I know, get some rest." She turned away without looking back, but Xiao Ling grabbed her hem: "Sister, I've told you everything you wanted to know. Stay here today, and consider us..."
Xiao Ling found it difficult to say: "Like family, we eat together."
Xiao Zheyu's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her head slightly: "I will stay today, so I will skip the meal."
Xiao Zheyu walked forward, her robe slipping from Xiao Ling's hand. Xiao Ling clenched her fist tightly and looked up. A man walked out, their eyes meeting.
Xiao Zheyu stood there talking to him, and Xiao Ling strained his eyes as if trying to see through him, trying to figure out who he was.
He calmly looked back, his icy gaze piercing Xiao Ling's heart like a thorn. Xiao Ling trembled uncontrollably until they left the main hall.
The hall was empty again. He roared and tore the bed curtains to shreds, then stood up unsteadily: "Who is he? Who is he?"
He couldn't stand up and rolled to the ground, the tattered fabric of the bed curtains falling into the shadows.
"Be careful." Zhou Xiuqi reached out to support Xiao Zheyu. Xiao Zheyu's vision blurred, and her heart pounded with unease. She glanced back, her hair ruffled by the wind.
"Zhou Xiuqi, do you think what he said is true?" Xiao Zheyu asked.
Zhou Xiuqi: "It's hard to tell if something is half true and half false."
Xiao Zheyu felt nauseous, as if she had swallowed a fly, when she thought that he had actually found someone who looked like her to keep in the palace.
My hands were shaking; I was shaking with anger.
Xiao Zheyu remained silent for a long time. Zhou Xiuqi calmly reached out and gently held her hand: "Ghosts are most adept at manipulating people's hearts, and ordinary people find it difficult to resist the temptation of obsession."
Xiao Zheyu forced a smile: "What if it's Daoist Zhou?"
Zhou Xiuqi nodded: "I am not an ordinary person."
Xiao Zheyu snorted coldly and walked out.
Meng Yuan and Kong Fusheng rubbed their arms together, and Kong Fusheng said, "Why did the wind suddenly pick up?"
Meng Yuan didn't know either. She rubbed her arms and jumped up and down, saying, "There must be something strange about this."
Kong Fusheng said, "Why aren't they coming out yet? I really feel the wind is biting cold."
Meng Yuan reached into her purse, pulled out a few talismans, and handed them to Kong Fusheng: "Fire talismans, here you go."
Kong Fusheng's eyes lit up, and he took it and held it in his palm.
Meng Yuan waited and waited, and finally heard the sound of the palace door opening. Zhou Xiuqi and Xiao Zheyu came out from inside.
The cold wind blew into their clothes, but they didn't react.
Meng Yuan secretly applauded in her heart. As expected of the protagonist, her expression management was superb.
Xiao Zheyu walked over and saw that their faces were pale: "Why do you all look so bad?"
Meng Yuan shrank her neck and said, "After you went in, a strong wind suddenly started, and we were blown by the wind for a long time."
Zhou Xiuqi said coldly, "Can't you find a sheltered place?"
Kong Fusheng stretched out his hand: "We looked around, but there are guards everywhere in this hall. After walking around a few times, we felt that it was better to stand here."
Meng Yuan chuckled. This was the fate of two socially awkward people.
Xiao Zheyu reached out and covered Meng Yuan's hand, saying, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere to settle down first. We'll stay in the palace tonight."
Kong Fusheng watched as Meng Yuan's hand was covered, then slowly looked at Zhou Xiuqi, who gave him a cold glare. He quickly looked away.
Xiao Zheyu led them to their former residence. The moment she opened the door, she took a deep breath. She had expected it to be dusty, but she slowly stepped inside. It was spotless, preserved exactly as it had been.
Looking at the enormous space, Meng Yuan's perception of palaces was once again refreshed.
Xiao Zheyu said, "Close the door."
Kong Fusheng closed the door, and Xiao Zheyu recounted the events that had just occurred in the main hall to them.
Kong Fusheng said, "What difference does it make whether he said it or not?"
After listening, Meng Yuan felt that the emperor was being deliberate: "Regardless of whether it is true or false, the useful information he provided is very little. The only clear thing he said was that you should stay. It's hard not to be suspicious."
The part that Xiao Zheyu omitted was exactly what Xiao Ling was talking nonsense, so it's normal that they found it strange. Xiao Zheyu didn't say much, but said, "You can only believe half of what he says; you need to see the rest."
Late at night, Meng Yuan and Kong Fusheng carefully moved along the roof tiles. Kong Fusheng whispered, "The palace roof is so high, it's hard to be spotted, isn't it?"
Meng Yuan raised her index finger: "Shh, it's never wrong to be cautious."
She lifted a tile, and the two looked down through the gap.
The emperor sat on his bed, and today Eunuch Mao was feeding him medicine in a bowl. Suddenly, the emperor reached out and pushed the medicine away.
"Drinking it won't do any good, take it away."
They could only see half of the emperor's face from above, and Meng Yuan thought his chin was rather delicate.
Eunuch Mao sighed, but didn't move: "If you really think it's useless, then His Majesty should have taken every single one before the Princess returns."
The emperor scoffed, "So what if he's back? He came back with him too."
Him? That him?
The two on the rooftop listened in a daze, and Meng Yuan even started to feel sleepy.
Grandpa Mao's voice was weathered yet kind: "If the late emperor hadn't invited him, the eldest princess might not be alive today."
"You mean I should be grateful and thank him?" the emperor asked.
Eunuch Mao bowed his head: "This old servant dares not."
Meng Yuan and Kong Fusheng couldn't understand what the emperor and Eunuch Mao were talking about at all. After talking for a while, Eunuch Mao and the emperor left.
The emperor turned off the light; it seemed he was going to sleep.
There was nothing unusual. Kong Fusheng covered the tile with the tile and asked, "Senior Meng, what is the explanation?"
Meng Yuan thought for a moment: "I don't see anything wrong yet, let's go back and tell them first."
Meng Yuan and the others leaped over the rooftops. In the dead of night, apart from the patrolling guards, everyone else in the palace stayed obediently inside.
Meng Yuan looked down, then suddenly stopped and said to Kong Fusheng, "Fusheng, you go first, I'll go back later."
Before Kong Fusheng could answer, she had already leaped down, leaving him no time to utter a sound.
Meng Yuan landed and watched Gong Jiao's disappearing figure, which somewhat resembled Shang Mang's. She chased after him, but the figure walked slowly, and Meng Yuan maintained a considerable distance from him.
He strolled into the Imperial Garden as if taking a leisurely walk, weaving through the flowers. Meng Yuan didn't rush to chase him; the Imperial Garden offered little cover, and if he were discovered, it would be difficult to escape.
She stood at the entrance, watching the figure move away.
A chill ran down her neck, and Meng Yuan gasped.
The man's face was partially covered, and the eyes that were visible were not Shang Mang's, but Meng Yuan felt that she had seen him somewhere before.
Meng Yuan said, "I'm lost. Could you tell me where the Millennium Palace is?" She had seen it on her way here, and she just mentioned it casually.
The man lowered his brow, released the dagger, and tilted his chin slightly in one direction.
Meng Yuan asked, "Can you tell me where it is?" Why didn't she speak?
The man raised his brow slightly, lowered his eyes, took her hand in his, and wrote a single word.
dumb.
Meng Yuan was startled; he was mute. She said, "I'm sorry."
The mute man shook his head, raised his hand and pointed in a direction for her, then gestured three to indicate the distance. Meng Yuan nodded: "Thank you."
The mute man nodded and turned to leave.
His silhouette really does resemble Shang Mang's, and his features are also very familiar. If you hadn't seen him before, where would this sense of familiarity come from?
Meng Yuan turned around and bumped into someone. Had she run into everyone in the palace? She'd run into two crazy people who had come to the Imperial Garden in one night.
"It was him?"
Meng Yuan looked up, and Shang Mang curled his lips.
"who?"
Shang Mang leaned down: "That person who hasn't eaten for days."
Meng Yuan thought for a long time before remembering who it was; there was no such person at all. It was truly impressive that he could make that connection. Meng Yuan gave him a perfunctory thumbs-up: "Great job."
After saying that, she yawned, feeling sleepy and all she wanted to do now was sleep.
Shang Mang passed by her. Meng Yuan watched his departing figure as he turned into the path the mute had just taken, reversing the direction the mute had gone.
Meng Yuan was puzzled, wondering where he was going and what he was doing. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. Meng Yuan quickly chased after him, but there was no one around the corner. Meng Yuan was devastated: "What the hell? He actually believed it? I thought he didn't believe it."
Meng Yuan leaped onto the roof and chased after them, relying on her intuition.
After taking several sips of cold air, they finally spotted them in a dark corner. Shang Mang stretched out his silver whip, wrapped it around the mute's waist, and his eyes were like snakes in the night.
The mute reacted quickly; the moment Sha Du entangled him, he twisted his waist to dodge, showing that he had some training.
Shang Mang smiled and raised his hand to lash out with his whip again. Blood mist swirled around the whip. Meng Yuan saw this and quickly flew over, blocking the whip at close range.
The blade of Calamity was intact.
Meng Yuan turned around. The mute man covered his face, his brows and eyes fierce, completely different from his appearance just now.
Shang Mang saw her: "You actually helped him?"
Meng Yuan stretched out her hand in distress: "Calm down and listen to me."
Before she could finish speaking, the mute man darted past her and snatched her sword. Meng Yuan exclaimed, "Don't touch my sword!"
If the owner of the calamity does not approve of it, their hands will be corroded by the yin energy once they touch it.
Meng Yuan looked and saw that black lines had indeed appeared on his hands: "Give it back to me now."
The mute man remained silent, only staring fiercely at Shang Mang. When Shang Mang saw him, he paused, saying, "Shang Jingrong."
The mute man grasped the calamity and thrust it into his heart.
Shang Mang raised his hand, and the calamity wrapped around the killing cross, tightening it forcefully.
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