Zhu Han dreamed of a child, not tall, just to his waist, with red lips and white teeth, very beautiful.
He also wore an apricot and yellow robe, like a reduced version of himself.
The child kept calling his father, with a clear and loud voice. When he was happy in his heart, the child hugged him and stained him with blood.
The golden dragon robe was soaked in blood red, Zhu Han ran away in a panic, but bumped into someone.
He hurriedly looked up, but saw a palace-dressed woman curly Tingting walking over and standing in front of Zhu Han. She had a face like a frost, but she was wearing the queen's phoenix robe. Blood slowly flowed from the soles of her feet. Shang is always smiling.
"Emperor, are you cold?"
Zhu Han woke up suddenly, he sat up, panting in a hurry, his face was full of fear and confusion.
After a while, he slowly lay down, but as soon as he closed his eyes, there would be a scene of blood all over his eyes, making him afraid to close his eyes.
He can only get out of bed and sit at the royal table and drink a cup of cold tea.
At this moment, a soft whisper came from the soft curtain.
"emperor……"
Zhu Han drank the cold tea, and did not move, the woman walked slowly behind the emperor barefoot, and put her arms around his shoulders and coquettishly.
It was usually the same, but Zhu Han's complexion was a bit pale this time, he whipped and gasped, stood up and brushed the woman behind him directly aside.
The woman fell on the ground, ignoring that her clothes were half-open and the spring light leaked out, so she quickly knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy: "The emperor, the emperor's concubines did not intend to..."
She didn't know what she had done wrong, but as a concubine in the harem, it would be a big crime to heat up the emperor's dissatisfaction.
She threw herself on the ground and banged her head. After a while, Zhu Han raised her hand and said, "Get up, go and call Concubine Rong over."
He wants to ask clearly where the woman is now! What is that kid!
The concubine was on the ground. After a while, the emperor became impatient, and she replied, "Yes, the emperor!"
At this time, what else is important to face? Naturally, life is more important.
But a seed of hatred has taken root in my heart.
Thinking like this, she hurriedly stumbled to the door, and when she reached the door, she said to the external Zhang Zhong: "The emperor wants Concubine Rong to come and wait for the bed."
Zhang Zhong was also dumbfounded. He slept until midnight, so why did he add another person?
As I was thinking about it, I heard the emperor’s voice sounding: "Nothing!"
Zhang Zhong knelt on the ground quickly: "See the emperor!"
Zhu Han put the clothes on his body, and then walked outside. The concubine hurriedly helped him tidy up his clothes, but he pushed them away.
"Come on, go straight, don't let her come over."
Having said this, he turned around Long Nian, never turning his head back.
Naturally, I never saw it. The eyes of the concubine left behind were red, and a little maid pulled over and said, "You take a shortcut, and first inform the concubine!"
Isn't it just a concubine? Really want to cover the sky in this palace?
The little maid answered and went in a hurry.
Therefore, when the emperor's dragon blade hadn't even arrived in the Rongfei Palace, he saw a simple and elegant woman putting on a sky lantern. On that lantern, there were densely written words.
Looking at this woman under the night light, she is really like a moon, and the moon is like a person!
He couldn't help but move slightly.
That Yue 嫔 also hurriedly saluted, the slender and white neck was exposed in front of the emperor's eyes, slender and soft, and it made people involuntarily itchy.
Zhu Han got off Long Yin in a hurry, stretched out his hand to support her, and asked: "In the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"
Yue 嫔 smiled slightly and slowly said: "Choyue is a daily nightmare when I see the emperor. I heard that it can make you sleep well, so I took advantage of the emperor's rest and came to light up the lights so as not to disturb the emperor."
Zhu Han couldn't help but a warm current rushed through his heart, he pulled Meng Chuyue up and walked into her palace.
"Silly girl, that's a lie."
There was a cold smile in Meng Chuyue's eyes, but when she raised her head, she was innocent: "How can it be a lie? The emperor will definitely not have nightmares!"
Zhu Han thought of the scene just now, frowned, and after sitting down, he asked, "Do you know if you often dream of a child, what is going on?"
child?
Meng Chuyue sneered in her heart, thinking that the 116 people in her Meng family had died at the hands of this executioner, many of whom were three or five-year-old children!
what happened? It must be that he was uneasy, killing so many people, and thinking about not paying any price?
Thinking like this, she raised her head, but frowned, and whispered softly: "The emperor said this, the concubine thought of something... just..."
Zhu Han quickly asked: "Just what?"
Meng Chuyue said: "The emperor is in no rush. It's just that this matter is related to the witchcraft technique. If you want to come to the palace, there will be no such thing..."
"Witch Gu?"
Zhu Han's face became cold, thinking of that child, he was quite similar to himself.
Is this really his child?
There was a sudden chill in his heart, making him want to tremble.
"Yes, the emperor, but the witchcraft art has been forbidden since the ancestor emperor. Nowadays, do any imperial concubines dare to use it?"
Meng Chuyue frowned and said slowly: "However, if the emperor dreams of a child, he also depends on whether the child is alive or dead in the dream. If he is dead, he cannot be the child's mother. If he is alive, it may be blood. Connect!"
With that said, she brought a tea cup, placed it in front of Zhu Han, and whispered: "The emperor, let's have some tea."
But Zhu Han didn't seem to hear it. He tightly grasped the tea cup in his hand, immersed in his own world, and slowly shook his head and said: "No... impossible, that child..."
His heart was tight, and the woman in front of him might not know it, but it was clear in his heart that the only one who was going to give birth to him was An Lingshan.
However, An Lingshan had a miscarriage due to a dispute with Zishuang, and the child never saved...
He suddenly remembered the pots of blood from the delivery room when An Lingshan was giving birth. The blood fell on the ground, as if it was about to flood the entire palace.
Blood, child.
Could it be her?
Thinking like this, Zhu Han stood up, turned around and went outside, never responding to Meng Chuyue's words.
But Meng Chuyue looked at Zhu Han's back with a smile, and laughed softly: "Guess, guess..."
Anyway, you can’t guess.
