Chapter Thirty-Five: The Palace is Haunted at Night
Night. Deep and dense.
The lights were still on in Feng Biqing's room in Prince Moyu's Mansion. Feng Biqing stayed up late at night and sat in front of the desk to carefully review the memorial. Outside the door, the manager of the palace asked respectfully: "Your Majesty, the night is already deep. Is it necessary? rest."
Feng Bi kept her eyes clear and concentrated on grading. She replied quietly: "No need. You can go back after I finish my work. You all go down and have a rest."
"Yes. I resign, my servant."
The guard guarding the door bowed and retreated. Qing'er, the personal servant waiting beside Feng Biqing, said respectfully: "I will go and make a new cup of tea for the prince."
"Go ahead."
Feng Biqing waved her hands. Qing'er held the tea cup in both hands and stepped back respectfully.
Feng Biqing carefully reviewed the memorial. She picked up a brush stained with cinnabar and wrote down instructions on the memorial. She put it aside, picked up a new book, and continued. He raised his chin from time to time, concentrating on something.
Qing'er hasn't come back yet. In the quiet room, the only sound is the rustling of Feng Biqing's pen as she reviews the memorial.
"Bang."
The sudden loud noise startled Feng Biqing. Feng Biqing raised her head and cast her sharp eyes on the closed red painted door. The door stood there quietly like a thick city wall. Not moving at all, she listened carefully. Outside the door Quiet and peaceful. Occasionally the wind rustles the forest leaves.
Where did the sound come from?
Feng Biqing was confused. She put down her ink pen. She stood up, walked around the desk, and walked slowly toward the door. She carefully listened and wanted to find out.
He walked to the door and opened it. The guards guarding not far from the door heard the voice and turned to Feng Biqing. When they saw the Sixth Prince, they quickly bowed and saluted, and called Qianwei three times. Feng Biqing looked around the empty corridor and courtyard. He asked knowingly: "Did anyone pass by just now?"
The leader of the guards replied respectfully: "Back to the prince. Except for the manager Wang who came to ask if the prince is going to bed, Qing'er just went out with the teacup. No one else passed by."
Feng Biqing pondered and asked, "Did you hear any sounds?"
The guards looked at each other, each seeing confusion in the other's eyes. They replied respectfully: "In response to your Majesty's words, I haven't heard any sound."
"Yeah……"
Could it be that the sound just now was an illusion caused by him being too tired?
Feng Biqing was confused. Although he didn't believe that he would be overtired and hallucinating, but now there was no way to prove his suspicion. He said to the guards guarding the entrance of the hospital: "It's okay. You continue to stand guard."
"yes."
Several guards bowed to Feng Biqing, raised their heads, straightened their backs, stood there upright, and continued the boring and long vigil.
Feng Biqing returned to the room and closed the door with her hand. He turned around and was about to go back to the desk. A cold wind blew by. The candlelight suddenly went out. Feng Biqing's eyes widened suddenly. Her sixth sense gave a strong warning. She immediately became entangled. All the nerves in the body. Pay attention to the situation around you.
Ruoda's room was empty. Except for him, there was no other person breathing.
Feng Biqing frowned. Thousands of suspicions flashed through her mind.
The guards guarding the door of the courtyard saw the lights suddenly turned off in the room. They looked at each other uneasily and cautiously called out softly, "My lord, are you okay?"
"Um."
Feng Biqing's low reply came from the room. "You guys are observing the situation in the yard. Are there any suspicious people passing by?"
"Yes. I obey my orders."
The guards immediately woke up and were very energetic. They no longer dared to doze off quietly and be lazy.
The leader of the guards asked cautiously: "My lord, do you need your subordinates to come in and protect your lord?"
"No need. I can do it myself."
After a while, the candlelight was rekindled and the room was bright again. The leader of the guards could see Feng Biluo's majestic figure looming on the paper window. He walked around the room with light steps. He seemed to be looking for something everywhere. They quietly relaxed. Tone. Stand up straight again. Stand guard carefully.
Strange. No one.
Relighting the candle, Feng Biqing carefully inspected every corner of the room and found nothing suspicious. He couldn't help but wonder whether he had been too sensitive just now.
Qing'er returned to the room with the newly brewed tea. She saw Feng Biqing still sitting at the table, engrossed in reviewing the memorial. She held the teacup in front of Feng Biqing with both hands and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the tea is ready. "
"Um."
Feng Biqing responded in a deep voice. She picked up her pen and concentrated on it. She didn't pay any attention to Qing'er.
Qing'er knew that Feng Biqing did not want to be disturbed when she was reviewing the memorial, so she did not dare to say anything. After serving the tea, she stood aside respectfully, lowered her eyes and waited for Feng Biqing's instructions. By the way, she secretly dozed off.
"Brother Qing... Yu'er died so miserably... You must avenge Yu'er..."
Qing'er was taking a nap. In her dream, a handsome young general held her hands tightly. Qing'er looked away shyly, but secretly looked at the young general and winked at him. Young The general took Qing'er into his arms and wanted to kiss her. Qing'er wanted to refuse but still welcomed her, and was filled with joy. Just as he was about to make love with the young general, he suddenly heard a mournful wail coming out of thin air. It was suddenly dark and difficult to distinguish, and he couldn't see his hand. Five fingers. Qing'er was frightened. He suddenly woke up.
I opened my eyes. It was pitch black in front of me. There was no light at all. I just felt the cold wind blowing from nowhere. My whole body was as cold as an ice cellar. Qing'er's body trembled uncontrollably. Her eyes widened and she hurriedly turned to Feng. Bi Qing saw Feng Biqing's brows were cold, her whole body muscles were tense, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.
I have never seen such a terrifying prince. Qing'er's legs trembled and she fell to the ground, her whole body shivering.
Outside the window, a black shadow flashed across the window as fast as a ghost. Gusts of cold wind blew open the closed window, and a cold air hit the face. Accompanied by the gloomy and low voice. "Brother Qing... Yu'er died well." What a tragedy...you must avenge Yu'er..."
"The king...the prince..."
Qing'er was scared. She couldn't help but hug her legs tightly. Her teeth were trembling and she looked at Feng Biqing with a gloomy face in fear. Her eyes were filled with unbelievable horror. "This voice... sounds like Miss Dieyu..."
"Brother Qing... Yu'er died so miserably... You must avenge Yu'er..."
The deep and mournful calls echoed on the roofs and eaves. Each sound hit the icy air. The bits of chill became more and more chilly and penetrated people. It almost froze the blood in the whole body.
"Brother Qing... Yu'er died so miserably... You must avenge Yu'er..."
"Your Majesty...is this really Miss Dieyu..."
Qing'er's teeth trembled and she looked at Feng Biqing in horror. She couldn't believe what she heard. "Miss Dieyu... Isn't she already... Could it be... Could it be... Is it... that she is the ghost of Miss Dieyu... She refuses to rest in peace... Come and beg the prince... …Avenge her…”
"The ghost of Dieyu..."
Feng Biqing groaned. The light in her eyes became more and more cold and condensed. Her murderous aura was frightening.