My Majesty Your Grace Novel

Chapter 120

39. This night, Xiao Ding slept in Jinghua Palace.
　　Cao Chenyu naturally didn't dare to talk too much, so he hurriedly let someone clean the place, and then put the quilt on Xiao Ding. I made bedding on the ground. As for the other small servants, of course, they could only sleep outside the door or in the hall.
　　The palace was dilapidated and few people repaired it. When it was Guan Xiaoding, Duguhang sent someone to repair it twice, and no one came back since. In the middle of the night, cold wind poured straight into the hall from the cracks in the windows. Although the brazier was burning in the house, it was not very warm.
　　Xiao Ding fell on the bed and heard the window creaking and being blown open from time to time. He couldn't help muttering: "...this window...at the end, there is still no time to repair..."
　　Cao Chenyu held something against the window page. By the way, the minion will send someone to repair it tomorrow.
　　Xiao Ding did not answer. He was not talking to Cao Chenyu. The man he imagined was very handsome, the most outstanding general, and he was not such a respondent.
　　Halfway through the sleepy sleep, Xiao Ding felt cold. It was so cold that he was half-wake and half-dreaming. He wanted to open his eyes but couldn't move.
　　He smelled the smell of wine secretly in the room. The smell was really familiar. He seemed to be able to call the name of the wine right away, but he couldn't remember it. Xiao Ding was very upset. He can't remember many things now. Is this illness? Is it still old?
　　He felt that someone had lifted the tent in front of his bed. That hand was abnormally calm, and there were some calluses on his fingertips. It was a result of years of martial arts practice. In fact, Xiao Ding seldom observes the opponent carefully, but he knows all these details.
　　The man just stood in front of the bed for a long time.
　　Xiao Dingqiang wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them.
　　The tassels on the side of the tent were swaying, seeming to be watching all this silently. The wind blew faintly at this moment, so cold that Xiao Ding could not shrink into a ball.
　　In this silent place, there was a sudden sound of a window, and Xiao Ding almost jumped in shock.

　　He opened his eyes and couldn't tell for a moment whether this was a dream or reality.
　　He sat up, froze for a while, raised the curtain, and saw that the window had long been pushed tightly by Cao Chenyu with a wooden pole, and there was no trace of it being opened.
　　But the feeling just now was too real, so real that he didn't think it could be a dream.
　　Xiao Ding was suddenly confused, or was he still in a dream? Are you just outside? How many times have you visited at night?
　　He jumped up and ran to the door. The white jade stone slab treading under one foot is chilly. Xiao Ding felt that this dream was so real. In his dreams, the floor of the palace was always so cold and not warm at all. He was sure that his dream hadn't finished yet, so he stretched out his hand and slammed open the two-door pages.
　　A violent wind squeezed in through the gap. Before Xiao Ding could turn his head, the lights on the table had been suppressed.
　　Cao Chenyu was awakened by the sudden cold current, and when he saw the figure in front of the door, he called Long Live in surprise.
　　Xiao Ding stepped out, and the darkness in front of and behind him was unique to the night.
　　He turned around, trying to see if there was anyone under the eaves in front of the window. But the darkness blocked his sight, and he screamed, "Cao Chenyu, palm the lamp! palm the lamp!!"
　　Cao Chenyu was frightened by the eager panic in his voice and quickly fumbled for the flint tinder beside him. Fortunately, he was a delicate man. , The things that caused the fire were put under the pillow.
　　Xiao Ding stood blankly in the wind, listening to Cao Chenyu's knocking on the flint in the room, and suddenly in the dark, he remained motionless, staring at the eaves.
　　Finally, the lights came on, and the dim yellow light came out from the window panes, illuminating the front of the lower eaves quite brightly.
　　There is nothing under the eaves.

　　Xiao Ding took a deep breath as if he was awakened, the light that had been extinguished was actually long enough for him to see if there was anyone underneath, but it was only at this moment that he was shocked.
　　He took two steps forward, looked around blankly, and suddenly whispered: "...Chen Zeming..."
　　In Wan Lai's silence, this sudden sound shocked him, but Xiao Ding felt a surprise afterward. He repeatedly said: "Chen Zeming, Chen Zeming...Chen Zeming!!!..." shouted to the back, The voice was full of madness, almost screaming, but Xiao Ding felt so happy that he was unspeakably overjoyed.
　　After Cao Chenyu lighted the lamp, he quickly put on his coat and chased out with his long-lived robe, only to hear the saint screaming frantically, "...Where are you, Chen Zeming, come out!!"
　　Cao Chenyu was so scared. Fly, did the ghost of General Chen come and be seen by the sage.
　　He looked at the shadows in the yard and then listened to the rustling of the leaves in the wind. He felt that it was a haunted place, and it was really haunted in front of him. He couldn't help being very scared and rushed out immediately. Hugging Xiao Ding's body with his robe, he said anxiously: "Hurray, Hurray!!" The
　　left and right side halls also became noisy, and it seemed that people were awakened by Xiao Ding's screams.
　　Xiao Ding pushed away Cao Chenyu and laughed loudly, "...Chen Zeming! Come out for me, come out! I won't cure your crime! Come out!" When he called her, his breathing was already exceptionally sharp and heavy.
　　After blowing in the night breeze for so long, Xiao Ding was only wearing a single coat. After tossing for so long, he was finally blown cold all over, and he couldn't help it anymore, and he gasped a few times like breathing hard. Waiting to call again, the smell in the throat was unbearable, and he couldn't help but spit out abruptly.
　　Cao Chenyu was horrified and yelled loudly: "Where are all the people dead!!! Don't come out soon, long live vomiting blood!!" The
　　little servants buckled their clothes in a panic and came out one after another.
　　Xiao Ding shook a few times and finally fell down. Before he fell into a coma, he looked at the eaves unwillingly, then closed his eyes tightly, gasped in a low voice, and could no longer open his eyes.

　　This time, Xiao Ding fell ill for nearly a year.
　　After he regained his consciousness for the first time, he immediately appointed the prince to supervise the country. At this moment, he showed his wisdom in the light of the prince's investigation of the old case.
　　In the second year of Zhengdan, Xiao Dingcai made an official appearance again and feasted with the prince.
　　At the banquet, the dance song "General Order" arranged by the prince had just begun, and Xiao Ding could no longer support it. He motioned to the prince to continue the banquet but walked away first.
　　After he left, the music started again.
　　Xiao Ding stood beside his shoulders, silently listening to the majestic and magnificent drums behind him, lingering.
　　Cao Chenyu didn't dare to urge and waited aside.

　　The excitement behind him has nothing to do with Xiao Ding. Although he is still the Ninth Five-Year Lord and still holds power, he still feels a kind of loneliness.
　　He looked around. Cao Chenyu respectfully waited for a few steps away. The other servants are farther away.
　　The palace has always been such a place, full of voices, but loneliness is unspeakable.
　　And outside this deep palace, his friends, his lovers, his enemies, his enemies, his subordinates, his parents, his brothers, and his uncles are all dead...the people around him are close People that people hate are always leaving, but he doesn't realize it. When he thought it was time to stop and catch his breath, he realized that he was already alone.
　　His excitement does not know when it is coming to an end, and the era that belongs to him is slowly turned over.
　　New characters are on the rise, and the era of renewal is quietly coming. Life is passed down from generation to generation, from ancestors to fathers, fathers to sons, and descendants.
　　He sighed slightly, he thought maybe he should consider giving way, in a few years, when the prince is more proficient and more capable.

　　He sometimes thinks of Chen Zeming, no, it should be said that he often thinks of him.
　　Xiao Ding would think of various assumptions. What would happen if Chen Zeming hadn't met him under such an opportunity? What if he doesn't look like Yuyan? What if I could restrain my malice in the first place?
　　Chen Zeming once asked similar questions. At that time, Xiao Ding was disdainful to think about such nonsense things, but at this time, Xiao Ding couldn't help but want to go deep into it.
　　He and Chen Zeming were supposed to be a pair of monarchs and ministers who should have created a prosperous age. They had such abilities and methods, but they finally went off the road.
　　Xiao Ding sometimes hates Chen Zeming, sometimes he loves.
　　Do you regret it, regret it? Xiao Ding refused to answer such questions. He is the emperor. He shouldn't regret it lightly. He only knows that he feels pain.
　　What the pain is, he doesn't know...or is the remaining poison still unclear
　　...Chen Zeming...How dare you make me suffer like this for a lifetime?
　　Xiao Ding burst into tears suddenly.

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