C82 Mulan Courtyard

Lee Yuening was dead. This was something that no one had expected. Mu Ruqing was a little surprised. She heard that she was always sick. Wasn't she going to get better soon? It was also not a serious illness. How did she die?

She naturally could not think of the reason. She was afraid that only the last person Lee Yuening met before her death would know about this matter.

Mu Ruqing wore a red flowery gown and a small bun. She wore a peach blossom hairpin and her red lips were charming. She leisurely walked to the place where Mistress Duan was imprisoned and let Lingyue watch from outside. She dragged her red dress and walked in.

There was a rancid smell of blood in the room and Mistress Duan was no longer human. She was lying on the dry wood and her haggard face was stained with a few drops of blood. Her eyes were sunken and her ethereal expression saw Mu Ruqing gathering again.

"Haha." Mu Ruqing's hands were naturally vertical and her back was facing Mistress Duan as she lightly laughed, "Have you thought about it? Should I say it or not?"

"Hahaha, our great Sect Leader will definitely end you! You are Rakshasa!" Mistress Duan raised her head to the sky and roared. Her expression was like that of a withered skeleton.

"Rakshasa? I like it." Mu Ruqing was deep in thought, "If you can't kill me, then I will transform into Rakshasa to take your life. Since you are unwilling to tell me where you are, then I might as well fulfill your wish."

Mu Ruqing stepped in front of Mistress Duan and bent down, speaking from the side of her lips. She pressed on Mistress Duan's heart, "Aunt believes in Buddha. Why not wait until you die and cremate. Put the ashes under the feet of Buddha and accompany him. This is your fate with Buddha. Your soul can no longer search for your great Sect Leader. "

"Pffft." Mistress Duan did not catch her breath. She spat out a mouthful of blood. One should know that Sect Leader was her life. She would obey all orders. She only wished to die and turn into a green smoke to accompany him. This was the long-cherished wish of her life.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. You see, after a person dies, there will be a soul." Mu Ruqing smiled and raised her right hand. "Do you see it?"

Mistress Duan looked up and saw a figure in her hand that she dreamt of. There was a attachment in her eyes and she called out obsessively, "Sect Leader."

Mu Ruqing squeezed her hand and the scene shattered. "Don't worry. When you die, you won't be able to see him!"

"You!" Mistress Duan pointed at Mu Ruqing and her entire body started to twitch. She did not take a single breath and her heart stopped beating. Her pupils dispersed and the heat on her body slowly disappeared.

Mu Ruqing saw that she was dead and turned around elegantly. Her pupils became darker and the viciousness on her face was like an evil ghost that had climbed up from the 18 layers of hell... Mistress Duan was just a small fry and the person who really killed Yuen Qing had not come out yet.

Lingyue did not have the time to see Mu Ruqing's expression and her red figure was imprinted in her eyes. Her heart turned cold as she was afraid.

In a daze, Mu Ruqing's gloomy voice pierced through her nerves, "She is dead, cremate!" Before she could reply, Mu Ruqing's figure had already disappeared.

Lingyue finished settling the matter in the afternoon and Mistress Duan was carried out in the afternoon. Mu Ruqing was still dressed in red and brought Lingyue out.

Seeing Mistress Duan's corpse burning in the fire and hearing the crackling sound of the oil and the smell of burnt meat in the air, she let out a sigh of relief and finally took the first step.

The smoke from the chimney was washed by the breeze and only a trace or two of it drilled into the high wall of the Imperial Palace under the protection of the night.

The darkness that was deeper than the night passed through the high wall of the palace. Sometimes it stopped, as if it was looking for something, but at the same time, it seemed to be avoiding something.

The Emperor had just left the Imperial Reading Room. No matter how divine his aura was, it could not stop the fatigue from appearing on his face. He raised his head to look at the moon that was covered, and as he thought of something, his heart became heavy. The corner of his mouth moved, but he did not open his mouth from the side.

"Emperor, today is her day of sacrifice." Eunuch's eyes turned and knew his intentions. He lowered his head a few more times and had a respectful look on his face.

"Yes, it is still early. Follow Zhen to take a look." The Emperor's brows were filled with sadness, and his tone was filled with longing. He gently pinched his hands.

"The Emperor is on his way!" The eunuch shouted loudly, and another seven or eight little eunuchs came with lanterns.

"Sigh, there's no need to make a sound. Just two people to light the lanterns." The Emperor put his hands behind his back and looked outside.

"Yes." The eunuch responded and pointed at the two little eunuchs holding the lanterns, guarding the Emperor as he left.

Although it was night, the golden glazed tiles of the palace still reflected the weak moonlight and emitted a hazy silver glow.

The emperor's eyes followed the steps, moving along the high walls on both sides. His footsteps slowed down a little. "I didn't know before that the palace under the moon could also have such a scenery."

The Emperor's words were said to someone, but it also sounded like he was talking to himself.

"The Emperor has thousands of things to attend to every day. It is the same in the Palace every night." Eunuch paused for a moment, then walked back.

"That's right, Zhen also did not relax for a long time." The Emperor muttered again, his eyes staring at the bright moon that had just appeared.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, he finally saw the roof of the old courtyard from afar. There was no light from the other roofs. Secretly, the tall courtyard of the Ultimate One Sect seemed a little abrupt.

The Emperor fixed his gaze at the entrance and looked at the plaque that was covered with dust - Youlan Courtyard. He could not help but sigh with emotion, "This is still the word that Zhen has mentioned, and now..." Sighing lightly, he shook his head, "Open the door, Zhen wants to go in."

"This..." Eunuch lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "Emperor, this place has been out of repair for a long time and is probably covered in dust. It is better not to go."

"Hmm?" The Emperor replied with a slight anger.

"This old servant knows his crimes." Eunuch was shocked. He lowered his head and admitted his mistake, then ordered the young eunuch to retrieve the key.

"Crack." The door slowly opened, and the dust accumulated over ten years fell down, entering the emperor's nostrils. The emperor coughed lightly in discomfort.

"Emperor." Eunuch was worried and took a step forward to support the Emperor.

"It's fine." The Emperor waved his hand and walked in with heavy steps.

The plants in the front yard had withered, and the original layout could no longer be seen. Only the yellow weeds were drifting in the wind, describing the desolation of this place.

The Emperor's footsteps became slower and slower, and his emotions were unclear. He came to the door of the main hall and hesitated. He raised his hand a little, but did not dare to put it on the door. He fell back and stared at the door without saying anything.

"Emperor, do you want to open the door?" Gonggong stood on the left side of the Emperor and asked in a low voice.

The Emperor did not speak. "Sigh." All of his words were filled with sighs as he waved his right hand. The eunuch understood and slowly opened the door.

Only a few rays of moonlight and lanterns penetrated into the dark room, and the emperor's shadow on the ground was very long.

The room that had not been opened for more than ten years actually did not have the stench of mold. Instead, there was the scent of orchids drifting in the air. The emperor was slightly surprised, but in order to show that this was her favorite incense, it was only because he had said that Yulan was like her...

Gonggong did not notice the slight change in the emperor's expression. He entered the room and lit up the remaining candles inside, and the weak candlelight rippled in the air.

The emperor struggled for a while, but he still strode in. He reached out and touched the table, then rubbed it. There was not a single speck of dust. After a round, everything was still the same as before, except that the color had darkened by a layer.

The emperor stayed for a while and quickly walked out of the Youlan Courtyard. His face no longer had the initial longing, and his white beard moved with anger.

The eunuch did not speak anymore and quietly followed behind him.

When they left, a black shadow turned over from behind the roof, looking at the Emperor's back with eyes full of longing and sorrow.

With a leap, he landed firmly in front of the main hall door that had just closed. He raised his hand and pushed open a door, then went in sideways.

Yu Longchen took off his black mask and placed a few plates of desserts on the table. He lit up the candle that was still warm and silently did not say a word. At midnight, he put away everything and quickly left the Imperial Palace.