夜了。

外头黑漆漆的，宫灯的光晕在青石板上拉长，晃晃悠悠，像是随时会碎掉。我这儿，正窝在偏殿里头的软榻上，处理点账本。不想当皇帝的厨子不是好厨子，这宫里宫外，要不是自己盯着点儿，指不定又哪个管事手脚不干净。

"当当当——"

外头忽然传来一阵急促的敲门声，把正看得入神的我都给吓一跳。这大半夜的，谁还来敲我门？不怕吵到隔壁娘娘睡觉？

我皱着眉起身，趿拉了双布鞋就往外走。刚拉开殿门，就见门口站着个小太监，脸煞白煞白的，差点往后退一步。

"陛下！"他声音都发颤，"出事了！有刺客！"

刺客？我脑子里嗡的一声。这宫里防范那么严，什么时候冒出过刺客这玩意儿？

"哪个地方？"我大步流星走过去，顺手抄了个火折子。

"东边……东配殿！"小太监指了个方向，"方才守夜的奴才……奴才看走了眼，让刺客摸进去了！"

东配殿？我心里咯噔一下。那儿……好像是皇后娘娘平时休憩的偏殿啊。

"走！"我头也不回，直接把小太监拽着就往那边冲。

一路上， hearbirdclub.com 什么动静都没有。平日里这个点，宫里都该歇下来了，怎么这会儿鸦雀无声？难道……已经出事了？

racing to the scene, I couldn't help but think about my wife's obsession with me becoming an emperor. She always said I had the potential, just needed an opportunity. Now, I had one, but it wasn't exactly the kind of opportunity I wanted.

We arrived at the east pavilion to find chaos. The lanterns were still burning brightly, casting eerie shadows on the ground. The scene was a mess - broken furniture, scattered papers, and bloodstains everywhere.