C72 thoughts at night

Fu Yuheng felt a little bloated after eating his dinner. He did not immediately return to the imperial study to settle his official business, but instead, Sun Gonggong accompanied him on a stroll around the backyard.

"Your majesty, look at the moonlight today!"

Sun Gonggong nodded as he walked beside Fu Yuheng, as if he was casually finding a topic to talk about. He also knew that the Emperor had been in a bad mood for the past few days, as there was a lot of things that happened in the previous dynasty, and the imperial harem had not been peaceful for even a single day.

"Mingyue, don't scare the magpie with your branches. Qingfeng, chirp in the middle of the night."

It had been a long time since he had admired the moon. Ever since he had sat on this Dragon Throne, he had never had such a leisurely time of his life. Many people stared at their imperial throne, waiting for their fault to rip themselves off from those lofty Dragon Thrones, waiting to see how they would be smashed into pieces.

"Sun Ning, since we have been sitting on the Dragon Throne for so long, do you think there is anyone who can no longer hold it in!?" Fu Yuheng narrowed his eyes. His voice sounded exhausted, as if it had come from somewhere very, very far away.

Sun Gonggong consoled Fu Yuheng as he looked at his depressed and anxious face. He had followed the Emperor since young and had walked step by step to this day. No one was clearer than he was about the hardships Fu Yuheng had suffered in his heart.

"You, ah, will comfort This Emperor."

She rolled her eyes at Sun Gonggong, and Fu Yuheng's gloomy mood also dissipated quite a bit.

"Sun Ning, do you think we should trust Consort Xian?"

"Your majesty, this old servant doesn't know. But this old servant knows that Concubine Xian can indeed relieve Your Majesty's worries, and Concubine Xian's heart is indeed kind. Although her personality is firm and stubborn, it always gives people the feeling that time is good."

Sun Gonggong scratched his head. His simple and honest voice seemed to be useless, but it made Fu Yuheng recall many of Shen Qingwan's benefits.

"Indeed, when I'm with her, it's as if time has stopped and all my worries have disappeared."

Fu Yuheng's voice seemed to carry a tinge of reminiscence and nostalgia. Being together with Shen Qingwan was indeed the only consolation he had in this palace. "Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu …

Sun Ning didn't say anything, and only laughed, "Actually, Your Majesty already had a plan in mind a long time ago!" After all, he knew that the emperor's thoughts were not something he could interfere with.

Fu Yuheng followed the sound of the zither and searched the entire way. Finally, he saw Wu Ling in a corner. "Shufei?"

He was surprised to see her. Ever since she had entered the palace, she had not treated him coldly, but she had paid him no attention. Ever since that incident, he had rarely seen her leave his house.

Now that he saw her in the back garden, still playing the zither, Fu Yuheng felt that it was extremely inconceivable.

"Chenqie pays her respects to Your Imperial Majesty."

Wu Ling was not surprised to see Fu Yuheng. She had long since found out that he was taking a walk in the back garden, so she intentionally played the zither here to attract his attention.

"Why are you here?"

Fu Yuheng gestured for her to stand up and casually found a stool for himself. It seemed as if he wanted to chat with her for a bit.

"Cough cough, chenqie was rather bored in her own palace. Remembering that I haven't played the zither in a long time and that I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the place, I came to a corner of the imperial garden to practice by myself, lest my sisters make fun of me."

Wu Ling had thought of a reason when she came back, so she was at ease with herself. She fiddled with the zither strings, but her gaze never left Fu Yuheng.

There was no one else on the beam who was as handsome and valiant as Fu Yuheng. As a diligent emperor who loved his subjects, he had captured half of the woman's heart without any surprise. However, Wu Ling didn't admire him.

When she found out that she was going to become an imperial concubine, the hatred in her heart became more and more intense. When she found out that she was going to become an imperial concubine, Wu Ling's eyes dimmed.

"It's getting late, you should also go home early!"

Fu Yuheng looked at Wu Ling who was fiddling with the zither strings. Unexpectedly, the image of Shen Qingwan's face flashed through her mind. If she was still here, she would probably be playing the zither in peace!

"Your Majesty, cough cough …" Sometimes, what people see on the surface may not be the truth. Do not, for the sake of a moment of confusion, misunderstand the innocent people around you. "

Wu Ling looked at Fu Yuheng. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Even though he hated Fu Yuheng, Shen Qingwan's personality suited her. If he died just like that, it would be a pity.

"I still have matters to attend to, you can go back by yourself!" His mind was currently filled with Shen Qingwan. When he was married, he thought of the cool-headed and intelligent Shen Jingbin, the tough and brave Shen Jingbin, and the shy and wronged Shen Jingbin in the royal study. Every aspect of her was being played back in Fu Yuheng's mind, and this feeling made Fu Yuheng feel a little strange.

"Yes, chenqie will take her leave." Wu Ling didn't say anything. She packed up her zither and left.

At this moment, Fu Yuheng's thoughts were all on Shen Qingwan. Although he didn't know what was going on with himself, he still turned around and walked towards the dungeon.

When he arrived at the entrance of the prison, his impulsiveness had been diluted. He had also retracted his steps. What was wrong with him to care so much about Shen Qingwan?

After hesitating for a moment, Fu Yuheng did not step into the dungeon. He turned around and returned to the study room.

Liu Chugrong had passed by and happened to see Fu Yuheng standing at the entrance of the dungeon for a long time before he finally left.

"Did you come to see Shen Qingwan?" Liu Chugrong clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her palm. The pain stimulated her nerves, but jealousy had already occupied her heart.

He never thought that Fu Yuheng would actually care so much about that vixen, even coming to see her at night after she was locked up. This slut really gave her trouble at every moment.

"Humph!" The cold snort was blown along with the wind into the vast imperial palace, carrying a sense of unwillingness and hatred.