After friendly consultations, Feng Linwan, Bai Xiaotian, and the three-legged frog Jinbao finally reached a consensus.

Bai Xiaotian has been out for a long time, and the Yuanchun Festival is about to start the most important part, where the ministers will taste the dishes and select the best.

Of course, perhaps in the early days, when this kind of celebration was not mixed with much utilitarianism, everything was still based on the principle of fairness and justice.

But now... But I can't say for sure.

But where it is profitable, there are people who drill it with their hearts.

This kind of trivial matter, Feng Linwan will not care.

The most taboo thing for the superior is not to rub sand in his eyes.

It is normal for people to have selfishness, desires, and their own needs. A truly good ruler needs to do nothing more than unify those who share his own interests, take advantage of those with whom he has small differences, and deny those who are completely contrary to him from both body and soul.

Tough demands, under his command, are all clear loyal ministers, that is not only daydreaming, but also digging their own graves.

A government that is too transparent will leave anyone breathless.

From the Son of Heaven to the common people, from officials to merchants, from nobles to peddlers and pawns... How many people dare to have a clear conscience, and how many people are really spotless, and have never done anything in their lives to commit adultery?

The Yuanchun Festival ended almost perfectly in a state of euphoria, with the satisfaction of most of them.

On the night when Bai Xiaotian returned to Lu Mansion, Feng Linwan saw the picture of Kru Bar in a dream.

In the picture, Cheng Penghai is sitting at the table, still reviewing the folds as before, but there are always three heads hanging on the wall behind him.

These three heads, pickled, although they look quite terrifying, but they all look like some real talents.

Even, they played a certain role in helping Cheng Penghai deal with government affairs.

If it is an ordinary person, you may think that these three heads are Cheng Penghai's special 'secretaries'. Cheng Penghai kept them for such a purpose.

However, some of Cheng Peng's seabed seals have been excavated, and they don't believe it at all.

"He will be of great use if he keeps these three heads. "Feng Lin Wan concretizes the Codex of the Izumo Kudo people in his dreams.

Looking through the codex, Feng Linwan wanted to find clues.

"Wait, between this page and this page, it seems that there is no connection... One of them was taken off!" Feng Linwan looked at it carefully and noticed that something was wrong.

"It shouldn't be the old turtle's hands and feet, he doesn't have to do it. So... It was made by Cheng Penghai, and the codex he gave to the old turtle from the beginning was incomplete. Feng Linwan once again re-checked the text before and after, carefully looking for the flaws in the codex.

After half a ring, Feng Linwan could be sure that at least three articles had been removed from this codex.

Maybe just more.

Among these three articles, what particularly important content should be recorded may be related to Cheng Penghai's purpose. ”

"It's just... What is his purpose?"

"If there is no inducement, Cheng Penghai will not be like a fool, talking to himself about the causes and consequences. According to the first emperor, he died before the first spring thunder exploded, so it can be seen that it has not been long since Cheng Penghai started. Thinking of this, Feng Linwan felt a sense of urgency.

No matter how many tricks he has, as long as he uses it, he will change from the current initiative to passivity.

The great advantage will also be broken.

Even if he survived, it was still a heavy loss.

This is not the situation that Feng Linwan wants to see.

After waking up from the dream, Feng Linwan did not wake up the three sleeping concubines around him, and walked out of the palace gate alone with his clothes on.

Along the night, without waking up the dozing eunuchs, as well as the patrolling guards, they quietly walked to the imperial garden.

He needs to be quiet for a while, and then tidy up his thoughts without anyone disturbing him.

Suddenly, Feng Linwan heard some whispering voices.

It was like a woman's voice, with some poignancy and plaintiveness.

In the wind of the night, this voice spread from the ground like a curse, making Feng Lin feel chills all over his body.

Following the direction from which the voice came, Feng Linwan quietly followed.

Went around the Imperial Garden and passed through the palace.

to the most remote and coldest corner of the entire palace.

When I looked up, I saw that the plaque, which had long been covered with thick dust, was written in three big words: 'Liufang Palace'.

"It's... Cold Palace?" Feng Lin was stunned.

In the palace, of course, there will not be a so-called 'cold palace'.

So generally speaking, there is no fixed address for the cold palace.

However, the cold palace is generally far away from the main hall group, and it belongs to the place where unfavored concubines are distributed.

Such a palace has been deserted for a long time, and it is called a cold palace.

Liufang Palace used to be lively, and when Emperor Jing was in power, one of his favorite concubines lived here.

But one day, Emperor Jing strangled his favorite concubine to death with his own hands in this palace.

Then, gradually, Liufang Palace became a cold palace.

After Feng Linwan hesitated slightly, he followed the gap where half of the door was opened, and crossed into the Liufang Palace.

The weeds around it were enough to drown people's heads.

Not far away, half of the roof has collapsed, and the other half is whining and wailing in the night wind, as if there are many ghosts and ghosts lingering here.

The moonlight poured down like flowing water.

On the mottled steps, a woman wearing a luxurious phoenix robe with a graceful and dignified face was kneeling there, like a living sculpture.

A murmuring murmur came from the ruined half of the palace.

"It's... "As the emperor, Feng Linwan will of course often visit the Queen Mother.

It's just that the number of times they really meet is not much, and the Queen Mother mostly avoids behind the curtain, and drives him away after a few words with him.

Feng Linwan also didn't explore the origin and truth of the queen mother too much because of the previous warning from Klu.

Now, unexpectedly, in such a situation, it happened to catch up.

"Kru said that in the body of the Queen Mother, there is another person's soul. Could it be that this other soul belongs to a dead concubine in the Cold Palace?" Feng Lin Wan frowned, hiding his aura more carefully.

Quietly, he seemed to hear the conversations of many women.

Far away but inexplicably noisy.

It was as if many remnant souls were forcibly pinched together by a powerful force.

It is one and many ways.

It's both talking to yourself and having a conversation.

"Hurry up! We don't have much time, let's kill that little emperor! Kill him, and the Great Departure will die, and the Great Departure will die, so that we can leave from here, and we can be free." ”

"No! You can't kill him! You can't kill him! He's Yuansheng's grandson, and we can't kill him. ”

"Can't you forget that negative person? Don't you remember? Concubine Shu! It was he who personally ordered you to be sent to the cold palace, and it was also the white silk that he personally sent to send you, ridiculous... You're still thinking about him, thinking of him. ”

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The noisy conversation made Feng Linwan feel that this desolate palace seemed to be very lively.

Suddenly, an angry voice put an end to it all: "Enough! It won't be long before he returns. I... I have to wait for him to come back, I want to ask clearly, I want to ask why he killed me... Why kill me!"

Later, the voice seemed crazy again.