Raiders of the Villainous Emperor[Transmigration Book]

"Empress Hongfei, have you been feeling unwell recently?" the imperial doctor asked after a long time after making a careful diagnosis.

Si Jin subconsciously clutched her chest: "I just feel a little chest tightness, and the rest is not uncomfortable."

Ruyi waited at the side, subconsciously asked: "Is there anything wrong?"

The imperial doctor shook his head and put Si Jin's hand down: "It's just some guesswork, and I can't be sure about the details."

"It's been so long, why can't I find out what kind of illness my mother is suffering from?" Ruyi stamped her feet anxiously.

Si Jin turned her head to look at her, and comforted her softly: "What's the matter? Even a diagnosis takes time. Since I have already guessed, I believe there will be an answer in a short time."

"Your Majesty, this servant is just..." Ruyi frowned, "The imperial doctor has not been able to find out your physical problems, if..."

"Don't worry, it's just a small problem. Do you think I have other problems besides chills?" Si Jin asked with a smile.

Ruyi's face was still full of worry, but she couldn't say anything to Si Jin, so she turned her head and told the imperial doctor: "Hurry up, find out what's the reason."

"Yes, yes, of course, I will definitely do my best."

After speaking, the imperial doctor left with the medicine box on his back.

Si Jin lowered her eyes.

Ruyi carefully looked at Si Jin: "Your Majesty...?"

"It's all right, I just feel a little sleepy all of a sudden, and I'm going to the imperial mausoleum tomorrow, you take someone to tidy up first, I'll go and have a rest."

"Yes, ma'am."

The atmosphere in Weiyang Palace is more serious than ever.

"Everyone go out, no one is allowed to come in without my order."

With just one sentence, the maids and eunuchs who were moving in the palace stopped their movements.

"Yes."

The little eunuch who followed Murong Qi was the last one to reach the door.

Just as he was about to go out, he heard voices coming from inside.

Consistently indifferent.

"close the door."

Even the maids and eunuchs who had already walked out of the palace trembled in unison.

The palace door closed slowly, and the "squeak" sound when it closed was even more harsh in the silent palace.

It wasn't until the palace door was completely closed that Murong Qi spoke softly: "How many years have I not been angry?"

"Subordinates don't dare to speculate." A reply came from the hidden place in the hall.

Murong Qi raised the corners of his lips: "In the past many years, it seems that not only his legs and feet have improved, but also his speaking skills have become better and better."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Hearing the soundless voice of the dark guard, Murong Qi felt bored, leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

"How many years have passed since that incident?"

"12 years." The person hiding in the dark seemed to know what Murong Qi was talking about, and gave the answer without thinking.

"12 years? Has it already been 12 years?" Murong Qi asked softly, but he didn't know who the person was asking.

The dark guard didn't make a sound.

"Actually, I don't really care about what happened 12 years ago." Murong Qi still closed his eyes, "It's just a little eunuch."

Having said that, Murong Qi still remembered the scenes from 12 years ago in his mind, and it seemed that every scene could clearly appear in front of his eyes.

He never felt that a good memory was a bad thing, and he even thanked himself for having a good memory many times.

Only one person.

He was obviously just an ordinary little eunuch, but that person did appear in his life.

That man was more alive than many of the people who came and went around him.

That freshness is unique.

Even when Murong Qi closed his eyes many times, he could still recall the picture of that person before he died, a picture more gorgeous than flames.

"Did I do something wrong?" Murong Qi opened his eyes, raised his hands in front of his eyes.

When he bent the bow and shot the arrow back then, he didn't feel that he did something wrong, he thought it was a relief for the other party.

Anyway, it can't be saved anyway, it's better to die in a more enjoyable way.

What better way to die than an arrow through the chest?

But now 12 years have passed, but he still remembers the situation at that time, the smile of that person, and the silent "thank you" from that person.

"Subordinates dare not speak nonsense." The dark guard replied in a low voice, unable to give Murong Qi a correct answer.

12 years.

The two hidden guards who had no choice but to follow the weak Sixth Prince at the beginning have now become the two most powerful assistants by the emperor's side. Everyone else can be replaced. Only the two of them always appear around Murong Qi in turn. beside.

Only they know that Murong Qi, who is cruel and ruthless in the eyes of outsiders, still has a trace of softness in his heart.

Maybe it was because that person was killed by Murong Qi himself, or maybe it was because of other reasons, the only thing that is certain is that that person really left a deep mark in Murong Qi's heart.

So deep that maybe many years later, I won't forget it.

Twelve years ago, a fire broke out in the uterus of the Sixth Prince, and it was too late to put out the fire, burning to death one of the Sixth Prince's favorite eunuchs.

The sixth prince was distraught, fainted on the spot, and was sent to the Imperial Hospital for full treatment.

Murong Jue was furious and ordered someone to thoroughly investigate the case.

However, in just a few days, Murong Jue announced that the cause of the fire had been found out, and had some eunuchs and maids dealt with. At the same time, he immediately sent someone to build another palace for the sixth prince to live in.

And the remote palace where the fire broke out has been left unattended.

The palace where the fire broke out was already remote, and no one would care even if it showed signs of being deserted.

But normally speaking, in about a few years, when the people in the palace gradually forget about the fire and repair the palace again, people will move in soon.

It's a pity that Murong Jue had an accident two years later, and he was often lingering on the sick bed, and no one could think of taking care of that dilapidated palace.

Therefore, to this day, the palace where the fire broke out still maintains the state after the fire at that time.

What happened back then, the dark guard didn't dare to talk too much, he only knew that the "Red Eunuch" had a different status in the emperor's heart, but he couldn't and didn't dare to judge how much the difference was.

"I should have known that I couldn't get anything out of you." Murong Qi shook his head and smiled as if mocking himself.

The dark guard put a stack of documents on Murong Qi's desk.

"Your Majesty, what will happen tomorrow is not just about King Ping making trouble behind."

Murong Qi frowned and glanced at the thick documents on the table. He didn't want to take a second look at all, so he got up straight, turned around and walked behind him.

There are several large bookshelves in the back hall of Weiyang Palace, and there are many books on them. Basically, some of the types of books that can be found on the market can be found here.

Murong Qi's memory is amazing, he can basically memorize the books here backwards, and he doesn't want to stay here in his spare time.

Whether it's about the affairs of the court or the affairs of the harem, as far as he is concerned, he only needs to describe it as "boring".

Only today, he lost his temper in the imperial garden for no reason.

Why he was angry, why he was angry, even he himself didn't know, just looking at that face, he couldn't help feeling angry.

He took out a book at random, planning to read to pass the time.

Just as I pulled out the book, a piece of paper fell out of the book.

The paper is light and falls slowly.

Murong Qi lowered his head, and with just one glance, he saw the words on the paper.

"Murong Qi."

He bent down to pick up the paper, looked at the name on the paper, almost without thinking, and pulled out a memory from many years ago from his mind.

It's just that he didn't know why the man wrote these three words. He remembered that he was fined at that time.

But he was only punished to write more times.

Now that I think about it, I was really still a child at that time, even if I was punished, it was all insignificant things.

Unexpectedly, recalling the memories of his childhood, Murong Qi was not in the mood to read a book, and after clipping the paper back to the book, he closed the book and smiled because of the name of the book.

"Disciple Rules".

Why did he clip this piece of paper in this book at that time?

Murong Qi thought about it carefully, but he couldn't come up with an accurate answer. Although he had a good memory, he didn't remember everything, especially such irrelevant trifles. .

If it hadn't been turned over by accident this time, he really didn't know where the original piece of paper was hidden.

Thinking of this, he put the book back directly.

There was nothing to do, so he planned to go out for a walk again.

"Your Majesty, would you like to sit in Wu Palace?" the little eunuch asked in a low voice.

"Make up your own mind!" Murong Qi frowned.

"Slave..." The little eunuch was about to admit his mistake subconsciously, but was interrupted before he could speak.

"Do you want me to urge you to leave?" Murong Qi's expression became even more unhappy.

The little eunuch nodded quickly, and shouted in a sharp voice: "Place yourself in the Wu Palace!"

After shouting, the little eunuch quickly lowered his head, his heart full of sighs.

That's right, asking or not asking is scolding, on the contrary, it is less scolding for self-assessment and posing in Wu Palace.

It is true that the emperor wants to see the concubine Hong.

Habitat Wu Palace.

"Your Majesty, you should eat something, even plain porridge."

"Can't eat." Si Jin frowned, suddenly lost her appetite for food.

"Your Majesty, no matter what, don't make things difficult for your body. The imperial doctor said that your body is already weak. If you don't eat more, it will be bad for your health." Ruyi tried hard to persuade.

"I really can't eat it, you can take it." Si Jin frowned even tighter.

Ruyi had no choice but to persuade her, just as she turned around with the porridge, she saw Murong Qi standing outside the door.

"emperor?!"

"Come on." Murong Qi stepped forward, took the bowl from Ruyi's hand, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Si Jin leaned against the bed, closed her eyes and said softly: "Your Majesty, my concubine really can't eat."

"I'll feed you myself." Murong Qi said, carefully scooped a spoonful of white porridge from the bowl, and handed it to Si Jin's lips.

Si Jin opened her eyes, and the moment she turned her head, the spoon was already brought to his lips.

Seeing Murong Qi's persistent appearance, Si Jin had no choice but to open his mouth.

Just like this, spoon after spoon, seeing half a bowl of porridge eaten, Si Jin directly shook her head: "I really can't eat anymore."

Murong Qi looked at his embarrassed look, nodded, and handed the bowl in his hand to Ruyi.

Then he turned his head to look at Si Jin: "Do you feel unwell?"

"Actually, it's nothing serious. It's just that I didn't sleep well last night. Go to bed earlier at night, and you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning." Si Jin shook her head and smiled at Murong Qi.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Murong Qi always felt that the smile of the person in front of him was extremely weak at this moment.

He turned around and looked at Ruyi: "Has the imperial doctor been here?"

"Back to the emperor, the imperial doctor said that the imperial hospital has some clues about your mother's illness, and I believe there will be a diagnosis and treatment soon."

Murong Qi nodded: "Tomorrow we will go to the imperial mausoleum, everything should be prepared, don't miss anything."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You go down."

Murong Qi waved away the others in the room, turned his head while talking: "My previous tone..."

What appeared in front of him was a face that was already sleeping soundly and peacefully.

"Really tired?" Murong Qi whispered, got up and supported him carefully, and put him on the bed.

Then subconsciously tucked in the quilt to make sure there was no air leakage.

After finishing this series of movements smoothly, Murong Qi froze in place instead.

He stared blankly at the sleeping face in front of him.

"It's... somewhat similar."