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Chapter 739: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

After Zhenshu took several doses of medicine, his cough gradually stopped.

Every few days, Song Yuesheng would go to Dichen Garden to "shop" under the cover of night.

It’s a free second-hand market, so why not take it?

If we don’t take it, it will be burned anyway, so we might as well give them something to live on.

A month later, Canwu Palace had already been completely renovated.

The weeds in the courtyard were cleared away, and some of the vegetables brought from the Shangshansi had already sprouted tender green shoots.

The small kitchen was tidy and fully equipped with pots, pans, and utensils.

Several newly-sewn quilts were drying on the clothesline set up between two sycamore trees.

Naturally, they were all "shopped".

During that time, Song Yuesheng was almost dying of nervousness trying to take away bedding, blankets and other things.

Fortunately, there is the Sparrow Spirit who can monitor the imperial guards near her from the sea of ​​stars.

"Mother, it's not good!"

Eunuch Wu hurriedly pushed open the palace gate, trotted over, took the plane from the chess player and helped make the window.

After spending some time together, they realized that this seemingly old eunuch was actually not very old. He had just entered the palace last year and knew nothing, was talkative, and was thrown to Canwu Palace for taking the blame for someone else.

In order to protect himself, he pretended to be hunched over and walked slowly.

Song Yuesheng stopped the crooked carpentry work in his hands.

She doesn't know how to make windows and has broken seven or eight window frames.

But no way.

Life forces me.

She looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Eunuch Wu hesitated and was almost sweating from working on the plane in his hand.

Zhenshu chopped the kitchen knife on the chopping board and said, "Xiao Wuzi, if you keep hesitating, you won't get any share of today's meal!"

She was originally the cook of the late Emperor's Concubine Lan. Because she was praised by the late Emperor for her "skillful hands", she was beaten with twenty boards by her master six months ago and thrown here. Her leg injury has not healed to this day.

Walking is fine.

I just can’t run. If I run my legs hurt and I fall down.

Zhiqi wiped the dagger slowly and calmly: "Do you want me to help you bleed a little and wake you up?"

She used to be the confidant of the late emperor's concubine Rou, and was good at doing shameful things.

Because her conspiracy was discovered by her mortal enemy five months ago, Concubine Rou forced her to drink a bowl of poison and threw it into Canwu Palace.

He was lucky enough to survive, but his voice was much hoarser than before.

Eunuch Wu sighed, "I heard that His Majesty will send the Imperial Guards to patrol the Canwu Palace every day tomorrow. It will be difficult to get out in the future."

Song Yuesheng frowned: "Why did he suddenly think of this?"

"Because..." Eunuch Wu's forehead was covered with cold sweat, "Four days later, Imperial Concubine Xuan will move into Zhuoying Palace."

The hall suddenly became quiet.

From the time Wen Yu was the sixth prince to the time he ascended the throne, there was only Song Yuesheng.

Although they never slept together, in the eyes of outsiders, the emperor and empress's love for each other set a precedent for exclusive favor.

"Imperial Concubine Xuan?" Zhenshu widened his eyes.

"She is He Yingxue, the legitimate daughter of He Jinbao, the Left Vice-Minister of the Censorate." Eunuch Wu said in a low voice.

Zhiqi looked at Song Yuesheng worriedly: "Madam..."

Song Yuesheng continued to planing wood without caring: "Why are you looking at me? I have no feelings for Wen Yu. It's normal for an emperor to have three palaces and six courtyards."

"The Custodians will not arrive until tomorrow, so we have one day to prepare. We must get everything we need tonight - remember, be careful."

"Yes, your majesty." The three of them answered in unison.

**

Two quarters of an hour at You.

The candlelight in the Taihe Hall gradually dimmed.

After Wen Yu finished explaining the final matters regarding Concubine Xuan's entry into the palace, he rubbed his brows and said, "I will take a short rest. Call me after one stick of incense."

The eunuch bowed and responded, but after burning the incense sticks, he found that the inner hall was empty.

The carved window lattice was half open, and the night wind swirled around the hall, carrying the lingering fragrance.

His eyelids twitched violently, and he remembered the flock of crows that covered the sky when his master was born, and also the verdict of the former director of the Imperial Observatory: "black feathers covered the sun, and blood-red light reached the sky." Finally, he retreated silently.

On the day when the previous emperor passed away, the new emperor was also elusive.

When it reappeared, the tip of the sword was still dripping with the blood of the Third Prince's confidant.

Under the same cold moon, the ashes in Dichen Garden glowed with sporadic red light.

Song Yuesheng was hunched over and moving around the storage room. Eunuch Wu followed closely with a clay pot in his arms, and Zhiqi was filling a cloth bag with salt blocks.

Zhenshu had difficulty walking, so he stayed in Canwu Palace to watch the fire.

"Click."

A piece of charred wood suddenly broke. Song Yuesheng's hair stood on end and he turned his head sharply.

In the shadow behind the incinerator, something seemed to move.

"Girl?" Zhiqi immediately used his body to block the salt shaker.

In Canwu Palace, this is more valuable than silver.

"It's okay. Maybe I'm just overthinking it."

Song Yuesheng stroked the silver hairpin in his sleeve with his fingertips, "We should leave now. The Imperial Guards have reached the Moon Questioning Platform by now, and will pass by here in a cup of tea."

"Yes. I will go find Xiao Wuzi now."

When the footsteps faded away, Song Yuesheng suddenly picked up half a broken brick, flipped his wrist and threw it into the darkness.

The muffled "bang" sound was particularly harsh in the silence.

"There are few wild cats in the palace, and they rarely wander at night. It's better for them to return to their masters."

When the three of them returned to Canwu Palace, Zhenshu had already prepared the meal.

"You guys go serve the dishes first." Song Yuesheng suddenly turned to the courtyard wall, "You've been following me all the way, aren't you tired?"

A dark shadow flashed on the eaves, and the person who came landed lightly on the ground, and his black brocade robe raised an elegant arc in the wind.

He landed three feet away, the tip of his boot just avoiding a new vegetable seedling.

"Tsk tsk, the cold palace can be tidied up like this..." The man tilted his head and looked at the vegetable garden, "Hey, little girl, aren't you afraid that the emperor... the emperor will punish you for stealing palace items?"

Song Yuesheng suddenly attacked.

With his clothes fluttering, the man turned around to avoid the attack, and the jade pendant and silver hairpin on his waist hit each other, making a crisp sound.

The moonlight illuminated the dark patterns on the man's black brocade robe, and also illuminated his face, which was exactly the same as Wen Yu's.

But now there is a hint of cynicism.

"Wen Yu?"

The man looked at Song Yuesheng with a strange look in his eyes, not sure if it was because of the title or something else.

He straightened his shirt, becoming a little more serious, but not much.

"The girl actually recognized me? Could it be that... she has a crush on me?"

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes.

Amnesia?

Who would make the emperor lose his memory?

"Long live your majesty!"

The three people who brought out the dishes fell to their knees in fear, but the plates in their hands were placed steadily on the bluestone slab.

Even if the sky falls, the food cannot be wasted.

The man caught a glimpse of their trembling appearance and suddenly understood something. He looked at Song Yuesheng: "...So you also think of me as your royal brother?"

There was a hint of unhappiness in his voice.

After saying this, he frowned again: "No, why are you here?"

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes and said, "First, no one in the court knows that Wen Yu has a younger brother."

The silver hairpin glowed coldly on the fingertips.

"Second, if you are really his brother, how come you don't know that your brother personally deposed the queen a month ago?"

Seeing him open his mouth, Song Yuesheng added, "Besides, He Yingxue will enter the palace in four days. Your Majesty is pretending to have amnesia now. Are you trying to test me, or are you trying to trick me into going out and balancing the He family by pretending to have amnesia?"

The night wind blew across the vegetable patch, and the man suddenly covered his stomach.

"I'm hungry."

Without waiting for a response, he picked up the plate on the bluestone slab and walked towards the stone table in the yard.

The moonlight stretched his shadow very long, and his back looked exactly like Wen Yu's, but he walked in a casual manner that an emperor would never have.

"Don't worry," he turned around and grinned, "I'm different from my brother who kills people in the middle of a sentence."

"A book as pillow, and some bowls and chopsticks."

Song Yuesheng stared at his defenseless back, "This person...is probably not Wen Yu."

Zhiqi and others looked at each other, but saw that the man's face, which was exactly the same as Wen Yu's, suddenly revealed a smile that definitely did not belong to an emperor, as if he had succeeded in something.