Chapter 1089 Tears of Blood

Long Yutian didn't know how long he had been standing at the door with his head raised in this posture.

I only felt that my eyes were sore and Qian Duoduo's portrait became a little blurry, so I closed my eyes tiredly.

He stretched his muscles and twisted his neck.

Looking at the sunset in the distance, the sky was dyed a dark red.

But it's not like the colorful colors in the past, and it's even a little frightening that can't be said.

Long Yutian looked at the time and found that it was not too early, so he prepared to leave Fengzao Palace and continue to go back to Qinzheng Palace to review the memorials.

However, the moment he lifted his legs to leave, he heard a faint cry from the hall: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

This voice is so familiar, the tone is full of sorrow and grievance.

However, Long Yutian couldn't remember whose voice it was.

He turned his head and took a look into the main hall, his slightly upturned eyes accidentally turned to Qian Duoduo's portrait.

Then--

His expression became terrified, as if he saw something weird.

Long Yutian's brain exploded with a bang, as if something had slammed into his heart.

He raised his hand, rubbed his eyes vigorously, lowered his head and took a few breaths, then raised his head tremblingly, and looked at the painting.

However, the woman inside was still sitting on the soft couch in a peaceful manner, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, just like when he drew this picture, she was so happy and peaceful.

"Your Majesty - Your Majesty - it's getting late, it's time for you to have dinner!"

Long Yutian's personal eunuch did not dare to enter Fengzao Palace without permission, so he could only stand at the door and yelled loudly.

Long Yutian was brought back to his mind, he hummed, then turned and left Fengzao Palace.

When he got to the door, he turned his head and looked around strangely, and only when he was sure that there was not a single change in the entire palace, he left in peace.

The eunuch who was waiting at the door saw that the emperor's face seemed a little pale, and asked worriedly: "Your majesty, your face is a bit unwell, are you feeling unwell, do you want the servant Xuan imperial physician to show you?"

Long Yutian shook his head, looking a little weak.

In his mind, the weird picture just now kept reappearing.

Why, in that painting, there was a drop of blood and tears in Duo'er's eyes?

Why did I see that scene?

Could it be that he was too tired recently, so he had hallucinations.

But how to explain the cry just now?

The more Long Yutian thought about it, the more flustered he felt, a kind of fear he had never felt before, and at this moment, it crept into his heart silently——

——Duoer dividing line——

After Qian Duoduo left Fengzao Palace, she walked straight in the direction of Jingzhuxuan.

From Jingzhuxuan to the Queen's Fengzao Palace, you only need to pass through an imperial garden to reach it.

Usually at this time, there are mostly concubines in the imperial garden who are enjoying the flowers and drinking wine after dinner, and occasionally there will be two or three maids who have nothing to do and chat with each other after meeting them.

But today, Qian Duoduo walked all the way, but didn't even see a ghost.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, dark red sprinkled on the shade of the trees.

The speckled shadows were reflected on the ground, forming scattered and hideous patterns.

The surrounding area was completely silent, except for the rustling of leaves, which sounded a bit creepy and eerie.

A gust of cool wind hit, Qian Duoduo rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, and quickened his pace to run forward.