Several white gauze palace lanterns suddenly lighted up, but they were not particularly bright and could only illuminate the things in front of the old emperor.

The old emperor was sitting on the stone bench in the imperial garden, with wrinkles on his old face trembling a little. His left hand was placed on his knees, clenched into a fist, and his right hand was rubbing at his waist.

Concubine Guo Hui, who had lived with the old emperor for most of her life, knew that the emperor was looking for a knife. A few years ago, when he was killing Hu Weiyong and Li Shanchang, the emperor sat like this by himself, touching the non-existent knife in his waist.

The light of the white gauze palace lantern occasionally jumps, and the humble figures of the palace people are slanted on the ground under the illumination of the light, intertwined and unable to distinguish each other.

Zhu Yuanzhang squinted his eyes and looked at the person kneeling in the shadows. The shivering and sobbing palace maid had murderous intent in her eyes.

The palace is a prison, and the greatest pleasure for these palace dwellers who are getting older and have little hope is to gossip behind their backs. It's not that Zhu Yuanzhang didn't know these secrets, but he didn't expect that today his tongue would actually bite his grandson and himself.

"Where did you hear that?" Zhu Yuanzhang's voice suddenly sounded, as hoarse as metal friction, as if it could penetrate people's eardrums.

"Slave...Slave..."

Just as he was in high spirits, he was pulled out by the emperor's eunuchs and thrown at the emperor's feet. The two palace attendants in their thirties immediately understood what had happened. They were so frightened that they could not speak and were trembling like quails.

"Ha!" Zhu Yuanzhang sneered, "Can't you speak? What you just said was so joyful to us!" After saying that, he looked back and said, "Go and call Pu Bucheng!"

After the words fell, there was a fleeting look of surprise on Huang Gouer's face, and even Guo Huifei felt bad.

Pu Bucheng was a Goryeo eunuch who was paid tribute by the Goryeo Kingdom to the then Yuan Shun Emperor during the Zhizheng period.

After the Ming Dynasty conquered the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, Pu Bucheng was sent to Yingtian Mansion as a eunuch in the Forbidden City. This man is not good at words and is known as the iron face of the palace. He is now the eunuch in charge of the royal affairs room. If the palace servants who make mistakes fall into his hands, there is only one result: they will not be able to survive or die.

In the palace, others regarded Huang Gou'er as majestic and the emperor's personal eunuch. Little did he know that the only eunuch of rank in the palace was Pu Bucheng.

This man was highly valued by the emperor in the palace, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the eyes of the harem. Let alone a palace lady, even an ordinary beauty would not dare to show his face to Chang Zai.

The white gauze palace lantern suddenly flickered violently several times, but there was no night wind around it.

Not long after, a sixty-year-old eunuch with a somewhat skinny build, bow legs, a square face and slender eyes walked over under the leadership of a guard.

The man's steps were very light. He was obviously wearing hard-soled boots, but when he walked, he could not hear any sound. He was floating on the ground like a ghost.

"Long live the old slave!" Pu Bucheng's voice sounded like that of an old woman, which made people feel goosebumps all over.

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Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head slightly and hooked his fingers.

Pu Bucheng knelt on the ground and crawled over quickly.

"These two cheap maids said some things that they shouldn't have said." Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was very soft and his tone was very calm. "It involves the secret calculations in the palace, do you understand?"

"Long live, don't worry, the old slave will definitely pry their mouths open. Who is the source of the message? Who has heard it, who has spread it, who is behind it, what is the purpose, and who is involved. The old slave will find out. Then report it to Your Majesty." Pu Bucheng lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

"Yes!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, "Remember, no matter who it is, we must get to the bottom of it!"

"Old slave understands!"

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and looked around. People around him lowered their heads and did not dare to touch his eyes.

"Go back to King Wu!" Zhu Yuanzhang put his hands behind his back, pulled on his cloth shoes, and walked away.

Concubine Guo Hui and others stopped where they were and respectfully saw the emperor off.

When the emperor gradually walked away, Pu Bucheng stood up from the ground, his hands hanging on his sides, looking at the two horrified palace maids with a sneer, a sneer on his lips.

"Don't be afraid, our family doesn't eat people!"

After saying that, he backed away slightly and turned around.

The moment he turned around, several sturdy eunuchs walked out of the shadows. In an instant, their tall shadows enveloped the two palace ladies.

The corridors of the deep palace are very long, and the emperor's shadow is on the red palace walls on both sides. The seemingly straight back is actually a bit desolate.

The lights in Ruixiang Pavilion were still on, and Zhu Yunxi was still awake. His voice came from inside, as well as the silvery laughter of the two girls.

"Big Bear, Big Bear, Bald Qiang is here again!"

In the room, Zhu Yunxi was lying on the kang, telling the story of Bald Qiang to his two half-sisters.

In his last life, he was particularly fond of children, and even imagined that if he got married, it would be best to have two daughters and be a happy daughter-slave.

In this life, in this cold palace, apart from Zhu Yuanzhang, the only people who can bring him warmth are these two little people who rely on him.

Motherless children are fragile, and the two little girls desperately long for their brother's love and regard him as their support. As Zhu Yunxi moved to Fengtian Palace, there was not much time for them to meet each other. This time he came back injured, and the two girls were crying and clinging to his side, enjoying the rare family affection.

"Hehe, third brother, you are so stupid with your bald head!" Xiu'er, who was only four years old, rubbed her little face against Zhu Yunxi's arm with a bright smile on her face.

Ning'er was a little older and had a quiet personality. She blinked and asked, "Third brother, how come bears can talk?"

Outside the door, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was listening, showed a trace of gentleness on his face.

"Let Pu Bucheng take away all the slaves in King Wu's palace and investigate!"

"yes!"

Zhu Yunxi, who was lying on his stomach, twitched his ears and shouted suspiciously to the door, "Grandpa Huang, is that you?"

Zhu Yuanzhang opened the door and came in, smiling, "You haven't rested yet!"

"I've met the Imperial Grandfather!" The two girls saluted obediently.

Zhu Yunxi got up and said in surprise, "Why are you back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of noise outside. Outside the window, a figure was roughly pulled away, and his mouth was gagged and he was not allowed to speak. At the same time, many guards and eunuchs filed in with palace lanterns and stood in awe under the corridor outside the house.

"Grandpa Emperor, what happened?" Although he didn't know what happened and even though the emperor's face looked bad, Zhu Yunxi remained calm.

Whenever big things happen, you should remain calm. Men should not panic at any time! This is what the company commander said on his first day as a soldier.

At this time, Zhu Yunxi stood there like a sword hidden in a sheath.

Although the edge is not revealed, people dare not underestimate him.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were full of praise. He was a man who broke out among the dead and broke into the palace of the king of hell. He knows very well that whether a man has talent or not is not about the outside, but about the inside.

Zhu Yunxi did not panic and question himself, nor did he show any loss of composure. Instead, he faced it steadily and calmly, as if even if the sky fell, he would be ready to use his head to push it up.

"Our eldest grandson is a man!"

Zhu Yuanzhang admired in his heart and sat down on the couch, "Grandson, the palace is haunted!"

Zhu Yunxi suddenly smiled, "Grandpa Huang, the thing your grandson is least afraid of is ghosts!"

"Then sit down and let us wait for the ghost to come out!" Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile.

"Hiss!" Zhu Yunxi gasped, "My grandson's butt can't sit down now, so he'd better stand!"

At this time, there was a burst of noisy footsteps from far to near, and several figures entered Zhu Yunxi's study next to it.