At night, I can't see my fingers.
When He Yi walked into the dungeon of Dali Temple, a burst of humidity, accompanied by the darkness that seemed to be inextricable, rushed towards him, which made him frown.
Although the two guards behind him were carrying lanterns, they could only illuminate the area in front of them.
The darkness around him made him feel like a wild beast, ready to devour him at any time.
This ominous feeling has not been seen for a long time.
Ever since the fire in the palace that year and Zhu Feng ended the previous emperor's rule, he hadn't felt this way for a long time.
The guard behind noticed that he hesitated, and said softly, "My lord?"
He Yi came back to his senses: "Huh?"
"It's just ahead."
"Um."
He was ordered to come to Dali Temple overnight for investigation, and King Ning's case is special, it is a felony of treason, unlike other people in prison, there are people who come to visit, even if the emperor allows, no one dares to do so at this time Get into trouble.
Therefore, the only people that King Ning had contact with were the people in Dali Temple.
And just now, he met all the people who had contact with King Ning, and there was almost no problem.
There was only one left, the Warden of the Dungeon.
Although he was just a small person, if it was normal, he would not be needed to interrogate at all, but King Ning was poisoned to death in front of the emperor, this matter was no small matter, and he could only care about the details.
So, on to the dungeon.
Seeing that it was too dark ahead, the two guards walked in front of him to guide him, and said, "My lord, the cell where His Highness King Ning is imprisoned is in front, and the guard is also in front."
They walked and talked.
After a while, they came to the door of the cell, but as soon as they approached, all three of them were stunned.
The cell should have been empty, but at this moment, a black shadow was hanging in the air, swaying unsteadily.
It turned out to be a corpse!
"Oops!"
One of the guards yelled, rushed forward, kicked open the cell door, and shone a light with the lantern in his hand.
It's the warden of that dungeon.
He fell in the middle of the cell, a hemp rope was tied around his neck and hung from the skylight above his head.
The cold moonlight shone down from the skylight, shining on his pale face.
His eyes, the blood from his mouth and nose were all a cold green color, which made people shudder.
The two guards panicked and said helplessly, "How could this happen?"
"How could he—be poisoned too?"
"Could it be that he committed suicide in fear of crime?"
"Could it be that King Ning is he—"
He Yi remained silent all this time, just standing outside the cell, looking coldly at the dangling corpse through a row of thick fences.
There was no expression on his face.
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In the next two days, news came one by one.
Zhu Feng only felt that the cloud over his head, or in other words, the cloud over the imperial city was thicker.
People who had been in contact with King Ning, after taking poison, hanged themselves and "committed suicide".
He wanted to find the living quarters of Emperor Gao's reign in the palace, but, back then, when he invaded the imperial city, the living quarters were burned down, and all the events of that year were lost in the sea of flames.
And those who knew those things back then have already disappeared one by one with the passage of time, and his original battle of Jingnan.
He suddenly realized that he couldn't find anything.
Just like what Zhu Xuan said before he died, even though he is a nine-five-year-old man who is rich all over the world, he is completely ignorant of who he was born and who raised him.
He is even worse than an ordinary person.
While thinking this way, Zhu Feng was sitting behind the imperial case, grasping the edge of the table with both hands, his knuckles were turning white, and his eyes, because he had not slept for two whole days, were covered with bloodshot eyes, looking like There is also a ferocious look that is almost crazy.
Seeing him like this, He Yi and Xu Miaoyin were very nervous.
After going through the previous incident, they knew too well how much their own background would affect Zhu Feng.
And the scariest thing is—
For the first time, when he was still young, Emperor Gao could completely control him.
The second time, after the Great Sacrifice Altar, he had already started killing in the palace. Fortunately, he met the imperial concubine at that time, which made him stagnate for a moment when he lost his mind, and Heyi was lucky enough to restrain him.
However, not every time can be so lucky.
They have no way to control what will happen if there is a third time.
But the emperor, not everyone can control it.
Moreover, after reporting the incident, although Zhu Feng exuded a terrifying aura, he didn't kill directly like last time, which made them feel lucky again.
Maybe this time, Zhu Feng won't be affected by the past
Thinking of this, they all looked at him cautiously.
The entire Imperial Study Room was oppressed by a suffocating atmosphere, and after a long silence, Zhu Feng sat in a chair and said in a deep voice, "You all, go down."
He Yi and Ye Zheng hesitated for a moment.
Xu Miaoyin said softly: "Your Majesty, this concubine stays and stays with the Emperor."
"No."
Zhu Feng was expressionless, and said coldly: "I want to be alone."
"..."
"Everyone get out!"
Everyone had nothing to say now, they could only cautiously exit the imperial study room.
As soon as the door was closed, Ye Zheng frowned, and looked back at He Yi: "Old-nosed, what should we do this time, you can decide for yourself!"
He Yi was silent for a while.
Xu Miaoyin said from the side: "The emperor's situation this time seems to be different from before."
He Yi said: "Because this time, the time since the last time I used it is very short."
"..."
"He didn't have time to recover some perception."
"You mean—"
He Yi looked at Ye Zheng: "Do you still remember what you often said, does the emperor like to kill people in his dreams?"
Ye Zheng nodded.
In fact, they all know that Zhu Feng has been troubled by dreams, and his bloodthirsty is often accompanied by his dreams.
He will become bloodthirsty due to the influence of dreams.
He Yi said: "But this time, after using Taishang Wangqing, it seems that the emperor rarely has such dreams."
"..."
"In other words, the influence of his memory on him is lessening."
Ye Zheng opened his eyes wide: "Is it true?"
He Yi was silent for a while, and said, "I guess."
"you-"
Ye Zheng had a look of anger on his face.
But on the other side, Xu Miaoyin said: "I feel that He Yi's words are correct. These days, the emperor seems to be no longer affected by dreams."
"..."
"Of course, it may be because the time before using Taishang Wangqing is too short, those dreams have not had time to appear."
He Yi was silent for a while, and then said: "I think there is another person who may have some influence."
"who?"
"Concubine."