emperor cold concubine

Chapter 242
After leaving Yuntai Hall, Cang Hao went to Haotian Hall, followed by Nanfeng and Nanyun.

But when they reached the end of the heavenly steps, the two of them stopped and did not move forward. Only Cang Hao walked slowly along the cold and empty Xuanjing floor tiles into the Haotian Hall, which was tightly surrounded by a piece of sea blue.

Nanyun and Nanfeng watched their master's figure off, and when the snow-clothed figure gradually disappeared from sight, they finally showed a little worry that could not be concealed.

The two looked at each other silently, and after a while, they turned their eyes away.

Serving the master personally for more than twenty years, when Cang Hao was still a baby, Nan Feng and Nan Yun served here as servants, and they were less than ten years old at that time.

I saw with my own eyes that the elf-like baby who accidentally landed in the mortal world was soaked in the special soup every day, endured extraordinary torture, and often fainted from the pain, but I never saw the baby who was less than one year old bleed out pain. tears.

That woman loves her child very much. The special medicinal bath can make the child's muscles, bones and tendons reach the best condition. It's just that kind of torture that ordinary people can't bear, but every time this woman Heartbroken and haggard.

As early as the third year after his return, Emperor Yu couldn't control his body's rapid aging, and eventually died. And that woman, after the child's year-long torture, spent several years and personally ordered people to build a tunnel. On the steps to the Haotian Palace, there are precious books that are always longed for and out of reach. On the second day after the child's fourth birthday, he mysteriously disappeared in the Haotian Palace.

A four-year-old boy, with a beautiful and refined appearance and a cold expression, seems to be a fairy child descended from the world, ignorant of the emotions and desires of the world, Nanyun and Nanfeng have served him for several years, and he has never seen that perfect picture that is as finely crafted as heaven. There was a trace of emotions that belonged to human beings on the face.

The days in the Haotian Palace were peaceful and boring, serving the little master and watching the little master grow taller day by day, but Nanfeng and Nanyun never felt bored, as if they would be willing to stay here for the rest of their lives. no regrets.

The books in Haotian Palace are varied and all-encompassing, such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, astronomy and geography, especially martial arts, art of war, and Qimen Dunjia, all of which are rare in the world.

It is not so much that that woman created a peerless emperor who will win the world and recover the nine kingdoms in the future with a year of medicinal baths and a palace full of books. It is better to say that all of this is the master's extraordinary talent and will. He has created a group of outstanding men.

The master likes to play the piano. During the thousands of years in the Haotian Temple, one of the things Cang Hao did most often was to sit cross-legged on the black crystal floor tiles outside the hall and play the piano. The same, empty and lonely, as if from a distant place.

The library full of books will always be used as a tool to pass the time in his spare time. The peerless martial arts cheats, he flips through them once and then throws them aside. One glance, and never look at it a second time.

However, his martial arts is unmatched by anyone in the world. No one can decipher the formations he set up at will, and no one else in the world can play the piano sounds he plays.

I have never seen my master deliberately study or study anything. Even Nanfeng Nanyun, who has been serving me personally since childhood, sometimes can't figure out where the master's abilities come from——

The medicated bath that year must have had some impact on the master's body, but Nanfeng Nanyun would not believe it anyway if it was said that the medicated bath was purely an effect.

The extremes of things must be reversed, and the extremes of prosperity must decline.

When the abilities in all aspects have reached their peak, the master's body may really have some unavoidable problems...

Nanfeng Nanyun frowned, quietly guarding outside the hall, but his eyes couldn't hide the deep worry.

Haotian Temple is an excellent place for meditation. The most sacred place in Haotian Temple is an ice room made of thousands of years of ice. 11 years ago, when they stayed in the Haotian Palace before setting foot in the world, the master would go in every three to five days. Every time he went in, he would stay for at least two hours. After leaving the Haotian Palace, he hadn’t been in for 11 years. Now that I have been back in the palace for two months, the master has only entered twice——

The first time I went to the ice room was when Su Mo brought the injured Mo Li and was stopped by Nanfeng Nanyun outside the Jiuhua Hall.

The second time was six days ago——

The master's muscles and bones are cold, perhaps, because of this.

"This matter is a bit unusual, the master may be hiding something." Nan Yun's face was solemn, he glanced at Nan Feng, and said in a deep voice: "The last time the master took Master Mo to Haotian Palace, but he didn't seem to tell Mo Where the master's ice room is."

"The coldness of the ice room is unbearable for most people. Maybe it's just because it's unnecessary for the master not to say anything." Nanfeng said lightly, but his brows were always furrowed. "It's just that I'm worried about the master's physical condition..."

Nan Yun didn't speak, and after thinking for a long time, he said slowly: "I think this matter should be told to the last master."

"No." Nan Feng frowned, "Have you forgotten that the master doesn't like us making unsolicited opinions? If you want the last master to know, the master will naturally say it himself, if you don't want to say it, then the master will naturally have his own reasons."

Nan Yun moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something to refute, but he was speechless for a while.

No one knows the master's temperament better than them.

"Besides," Nan Feng frowned, and then relaxed a little, "All of this is our own speculation, and there is no evidence at all. We can't just rely on the random worries of those people in Fengyi Building, and follow them with worries."

"However, neither you nor I can explain why the master has just returned to the palace for two months, and why has he entered the ice room three times today?" The cold air strengthens one's internal strength...even, you must not forget that the millennium ice also has another effect—healing wounds."

"However, the master doesn't seem to be injured." Having said that, Nan Feng's tone was obviously a little uncertain.

The master has never really fought against anyone so far, and there is no one in this world who is really capable of hurting their master.However--

They all know that injury does not specifically refer to external injury or internal injury. If the owner's body has other uncontrollable conditions, the two of them are not capable enough to find out in time.

"What if the master doesn't really have anything?" Nan Feng said, "We are worrying in vain, and it is actually meaningless at all."

"I hope so..." Nan Yun murmured, looking through the Haotian Hall, looking at the distant sky without focus, and whispered: "If Master Mo and Prime Minister Xie are here, it will be fine."

(End of this chapter)