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Chapter 757: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

After leaving the Imperial Observatory, Song Yuesheng did not return to the cold palace, but went to the Shangshansi instead.

She had almost no interactions with Lin Wuxia, so she couldn't trust him completely and had to be prepared for both situations.

The night wind swept across the palace walls, blowing up her tightly tied sleeves.

Song Yuesheng climbed over the low wall lightly, and didn't even stir up a speck of dust when he landed.

The Shangshansi warehouse is right in front of us.

The two young eunuchs on duty at the door were dozing off.

She held her breath, took out a thin bamboo tube from her waist, and blew it gently -

"Well......"

The two young eunuchs tilted their heads and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Yuesheng slipped in.

These days, you even have to make your own drugs.

It’s hard for Eunuch Wu.

Experimented on him many times.

Song Yuesheng took a quick look around and then packed some dried kelp.

There are potatoes and sweet potatoes in the cold palace, but only kelp is missing.

There was no concept of modern science in this era.

And she happened to have learned this knowledge in more than one world.

Tsk.

Thinking of those days of studying late into the night, Song Yuesheng felt a dull pain in his forehead.

She quickly wrapped the kelp and was about to leave when she felt something move in her ear.

"Shh!"

A cold light broke through the air and struck her in the face.

Song Yuesheng's pupils suddenly shrank and his body leaned back instinctively.

The big knife brushed past the tip of her nose, then with a "clang" it pierced into the wooden pillar behind her, and the blade vibrated hummingly.

"Little thief, your reaction is not simple."

A lazy voice came from the darkness.

Song Yuesheng turned his head suddenly and saw a slender figure leaning against the door frame with another big knife on his shoulder.

The moonlight filtered in through the window, illuminating half of the man's face.

Su Zhenhe slowly stood up, pointing the tip of the knife at her.

"I thought you had turned over a new leaf after not showing up for so long."

Song Yuesheng took a half step back calmly and touched the silver hairpin in her hair.

"Why don't you speak?"

Su Zhenhe suddenly took a step forward and swept his sword across.

Song Yuesheng turned around to avoid the attack, but the corner of his clothes was cut by the wind from the knife.

"The silver I laid down was enough to pay for what was taken away."

"Have you paid?"

Su Zhenhe tilted his head, but his attack became more fierce, "But unfortunately... you can only live until today."

The sword flashes like snow, and every move is deadly.

The hairpin and the sword are not the same type of weapon at all.

Song Yuesheng was forced to retreat again and again, his back against the cold wall.

Su Zhenhe's sword was already on her neck.

His hand was steady, and the blade shone coldly in the moonlight. With just a little force, he could make her bleed to pieces on the spot.

"Little thief," Su Zhenhe's voice was low and dangerous, "Tell me where your home is. When you die, I will send your body back and give your family some money to live on."

Song Yuesheng's drooping eyelashes cast a shadow on her face, and she suddenly chuckled.

"Master Su, do you think I would believe such a thing?"

"As a rule of the martial arts world, don't let your family suffer any harm." Su Zhenhe narrowed his eyes, and the blade moved closer. "If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for choosing the wrong path."

Song Yuesheng raised her head, and the moonlight shone into her smiling eyes.

"Then please, Lord Su, send my body to Shuangwu Pass."

"Shuangwu Pass?"

Su Zhenhe's hand holding the knife paused slightly.

In the blink of an eye, Song Yuesheng suddenly raised his hand and the silver hairpin pierced his wrist.

"hiss--"

Su Zhenhe felt pain and subconsciously put away the knife.

Song Yuesheng took the opportunity to slide and create some distance, while throwing out a handful of powder.

The white dust spread like fog in the moonlight, carrying a pungent smell.

"Cough cough..."

When Su Zhenhe waved his sleeves to disperse the dust, a slender figure was already standing on the courtyard wall.

The night wind lifted her sleeves, and she looked like a butterfly spreading its wings to fly.

"Master Su." Her voice was somewhat teasing. "I have been to the Shangshansi so many times. It is time for me to tell you who I am."

"I'm Song Yuesheng, or you can call me... the deposed queen."

Su Zhenhe's flying knife flew out of his hand, but the moment it touched the corner of her clothes, the figure had already floated down the high wall like a fallen leaf.

"Chong-"

The flying knife sank deep into the brick wall, and the handle was still shaking.

Su Zhenhe walked forward slowly and drew out his sword with force.

The knife marks left on the blue bricks look like a sarcastic smile.

After the abolition...

He stroked the hilt of the knife, his expression complicated and indecipherable.

The night wind blew away the loose hair on his forehead, and also blew away the inexplicable feeling of relief that had surged in his heart just now.

At least, she and the Queen Mother are not the same kind of people.

This realization makes the moonlight tonight seem less cold.

There was the sound of drums in the distance.

It's almost dawn.

Song Yuesheng ran all the way until he entered the Canwu Palace, then he leaned against the corner and gasped for breath.

She touched her neck and found a trace of blood on her fingertips.

Su Zhenhe's knife was faster than she had imagined.

If it was a step later, I would probably have died there.

but--

She looked down at the bundle in her arms and saw the kelp was still there.

Worth it.

Song Yuesheng straightened his clothes, then went back to his room to rest, and then woke up to make the raw materials for "Heavenly Punishment".

**

The twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month is the eve of the ancestor worship ceremony.

Just after the midnight watch drum sounded, the imperial guards outside the Canwu Palace suddenly began to form up.

Song Yuesheng was leaning against the window counting the snow on the plum branches when he heard the sound of armor colliding and his fingertips paused.

"Miss!"

Zhiqi ran in and whispered, "The guards outside have all withdrawn!"

The medicine grinder in Zhenshu's hand fell to the ground with a clang: "Could it be... that they found something that was lost in Dichen Garden?"

Song Yuesheng chuckled.

“Who would do such a thankless task?”

She reached out to catch a snowflake that floated in, and watched it turn into water droplets in her palm.

"The ancestral worship ceremony is about to begin, and the imperial guards must protect the emperor."

According to ancestral rules, the emperor had to leave the palace and fast three days in advance.

But there are so many imperial guards, so there is no need to withdraw those who are patrolling the cold palace.

During this ancestral worship ceremony...I'm afraid a lot of big things will happen.

At the same time, in the warm room of Chenque Palace, the heating was burning too strongly, making people dizzy.

The Queen Mother fiddled with her jade Buddhist beads and looked out the window at the falling snow. "How is the Emperor doing?"

Aunt Dan replied: "Your Majesty will set off at the hour of Yin, and our people have already infiltrated the Imperial Guards."

The Queen Mother nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly changed the subject.

"Go and ask Lin Jianzheng to come over and tell him that I want to ask about the auspicious time for offering sacrifices to the ancestors."

Half a quarter of an hour later, the palace door was blown open by the strong wind.

Lin Wuxia's wide official robe was filled with wind and snow.

As he saluted, snowflakes fell from his cuffs, casting dark marks on the gilded carpet.

"I am here to see the Queen Mother."

The Queen Mother raised her hand lovingly: "Get up quickly, it's so cold."

She motioned to Aunt Dan to add more tea.

"The ancestral worship ceremony is approaching, and I always dream that the late emperor said that the dragon vein is uneasy..."

The Buddhist beads were suddenly clenched.

Lin Wuxia lowered his eyes and stared at the longan floating on the tea surface: "The sky has been chaotic recently, with heavy snow blocking the sun. I, your humble servant..."

He suddenly raised his eyes, and there seemed to be cold stars twinkling in his eyes.

“It’s really hard to tell whether it’s a good omen or a bad omen.”

"Is it?"

The Queen Mother sighed and leaned forward, her gilded armor sliding across a page of the Classic of Mountains and Seas on the table, "I heard that when the stars are dark, it is..."

His nails dug into the pages of the book.

“It’s a good time to set things right.”

The charcoal fire in the hall burst into sparks.

Lin Wuxia's hands in his sleeves suddenly tightened.

Of course he understood the murderous intent in the Queen Mother's words.

At the end of the year, when offering sacrifices to ancestors, the emperor had to stay alone in the Zhai Palace for three days.

If one dies "accidentally" at this time, it can naturally be attributed to divine punishment.

But after Wen Yu dies, someone else will ascend the throne.

"Queen, you must not do that."

He suddenly dropped to his knees, resting his forehead on the cold tiles.

"Your Majesty attaches great importance to this ancestral worship ceremony. The Imperial Observatory has been conducting strict inspections recently. All sacrificial utensils must be inspected by the three officials..."

The string of Buddhist beads in the Queen Mother's hand broke with a snap, and the sandalwood beads rolled to the ground.