There was a long silence in the room.
Xie Ning slowly turned his head and looked at the emperor.
The emperor's face looked so silent in the gloom.
"Is this enough?"
The emperor only asked this sentence for a long time.
Fang Shanggong nodded slowly, his voice as firm as what she said before.
"That's enough."
The emperor seemed to be talking to himself: "Really?"
Xie Ning's hand felt cold and warm for a while.
Fang Shanggong didn't say much, but the meaning behind his words was so heavy that she felt it was unbearable.
For a moment, she thought of the difficult time when she gave birth to the second prince, and for a moment she thought of the Golden Wind Garden, which she had only visited once.
The Jinfeng Garden in her memory was desolate and cold.
Too many people died there, including Princess Mingshou, Concubine Xian, and her aunt.
It was a place shrouded in conspiracy and death.
For a moment, she recalled the night when she and the emperor went to see Princess Mingshou.
Tall pine and cypress trees covered both sides of the path, and their dense hanging branches and leaves brushed against the roof of the sedan chair, making a rustling sound, like a Someone was whispering in the dark, seemingly far away but still close.
Xie Ning suddenly remembered that the most remote place in Jinfeng Garden was the warehouse in the northeast corner.
The courtyard where Princess Mingshou was once imprisoned was named Huanfeng Rusong.
Could it be the place where Fang Shang Palace was imprisoned?
The emperor's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Hold the lamp."
Xia Yue led the palace people in and lit up the gauze lanterns in the room one by one.
Looking out from the half-open window, the lights in the yard were also lit one after another.
Stone lanterns in the courtyard and palace lanterns in the corridors.
The courtyard illuminated by lamps and the dark palace just now seemed like two completely different worlds.
Guangming returned to this room and saw Fang Shanggong sitting there as peacefully as before, and the emperor was also calm and calm.
It seems that she is the only one who is still trapped in the sorrow and sorrow of more than thirty years ago and cannot escape.
But even at this moment, when Xie Ning was distracted and distracted, she still instinctively captured the strangeness of Fang Shang Palace and the emperor hiding under the calmness.
Princess Mingshou and Fang Shanggong both said that Bai Shanggong, sent by the Queen Mother, silenced everyone related to the matter.
Fang Shanggong survived.
How to explain the discrepancy between life and death?
How did Fang Shanggong survive?
Who could save her under the control of the queen?
Who was the person who took care of her when she was unable to move?
The emperor stood up, helped Xie Ning slowly lie down, and covered her with the thin quilt.
"I'll come as soon as I go, and we'll have dinner together when I come back.
Xie Ning nodded.
Watching the emperor and Fang Shanggong go out one after another, Xie Ning closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again.
The emperor would never have thought of anything she had doubts about.
Looking at the curtains that had been raised and lowered just now, Xie Ning stood up slightly out of concern, but soon fell back on the pillow out of exhaustion.
From the pillow she was lying on, she could see that the moon had already risen, and the waning moon was half obscured by the clouds in the sky.
She heard the baby's cry, and for a moment she was confused and couldn't tell where the cry was coming from.
Was it that thunderstorm night many years ago?
But she woke up immediately.
This is the third prince crying.
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Such crying means that the baby has probably wetted his baby clothes again, making him feel uncomfortable.
When he's hungry, his cries are shorter and more urgent.
When he felt uncomfortable, he didn't cry at first, but grunted in discomfort, like a cat.
Of course the third prince cannot speak, but Xie Ning is his mother, and she sometimes understands him like a part of her own body.
People who have never experienced this feeling will not understand.
When she looked at him, she could clearly feel her blood flowing through this little body.
Some people say that mother and son are connected, maybe Xie Ning was startled.
Fang Shanggong, does she have no idea whether her child is alive or dead or where she is?
The wet nurse walked in with the third prince in her arms.
After a while, the second prince also came with the wet nurse Fan.
Xie Ning was so entangled with these two treasures that he had no time to think about such difficult and complicated matters.
The emperor walked forward along the corridor, followed by Fang Shanggong.
At this time, even Bai Hongqi was not waiting.
When they arrived at the door of the small study, Fang Shanggong found that Bai Hongqi had already arrived here to take care of him.
The lamps in the small study were all lit, the windows were open, the curtains were half-draped, and even the tea had been made.
Fang Shanggong crossed the threshold and stood on the right side.
The emperor stretched out his hand, and Bai Hongqi stepped forward to serve him.
He took off the emperor's outer gauze robe, took another light gray and green linen gauze gown and put it on for him.
He filled the cup with tea and brought it over.
What was different from before was that Bai Hongqi did not hand the tea directly to the emperor, but gave it to Fang Shanggong first.
Fang Shanggong took a moment slower than usual to understand what he meant, took the small tray, walked forward slowly, and served the tea to the emperor.
Bai Hongqi had already retreated very wisely.
Not only did he exit the small study, but he even retreated to the corridor steps and quickly raised his hand to wipe away the sweat on his forehead.
It was obvious that the weather was no longer hot at this time, and the evening breeze brought endless coolness.
The emperor glanced at Fang Shanggong, and their eyes touched.
The emperor's eyes looked calm and clear, but Fang Shanggong immediately lowered his head the moment their eyes touched.
The emperor picked up the tea cup and put it aside.
"Fang Shang Palace."
She lowered her head lower: "I'm here, slave."
The emperor paused and said softly: "You said just now that you just want to see your child again."
Fang Shanggong hesitated for a moment for some reason this time, and then answered: "Yes."
The emperor stretched out his hand and slowly lifted the green bamboo curtain upwards, revealing the waning moon that was half-covered by clouds in the sky.
"I once thought the same thing as you.
I just want to know that person's life and death, and I only want to see her."
He turned his head, with an indescribable loneliness in his face: "I can't remember how many times I stood under the window like this, thinking about what that person would look like, what her eyebrows would be like, what her nose would be like, and so on.
Whether her voice is high or low, will her eyes look like mine?"
Fang Shanggong swayed slightly, and she raised her head.
"How many times have I looked at the moon and thought that she might still be alive in this world, looking at the same moonlight as me."
The emperor asked quietly: "Do you think she and I are together now?
Looking at the same moonlight” Fang Shanggong held his hands tightly and his lips couldn't stop trembling.
He got it.
Fang Shanggong felt her eyes sting, and tears that had been suppressed for a long time burst out of her eyes uncontrollably, flowing down her thin and pale cheeks.
He knew that those words could not be hidden from him.
"emperor" "I once thought that as long as I could know the news about my mother, I would no longer have any extravagant hopes of meeting her.
But when things came to pass, I found that I was still too greedy and wanted much more than that."
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The corner of the emperor's mouth raised slightly for a moment. , but this smile was so short, as if it was blown away by the wind.
Fang Shanggong couldn't bear it anymore.
She raised her hands to cover her face and cried bitterly
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