The status of imperial power is always life and death!
Jing Xian was surprised.
He thought that Jing Yi committed suicide in prison because he was unwilling to be imprisoned for a lifetime. He never thought that it was actually under the hand of Jing Rong.
then-
His heart began to shake!
Clenched fists!
"Then... what do you want me to do?"
accepted! Duke Yu said, "Jingrong will dig my tomb before the emperor goes to the mausoleum, and then bury the coffin back in time before the annual festival. However, when the coffin is taken out of the mausoleum, I will immediately arrange the abbot of Guang'an Temple. Miansheng said that the direction of Duke Yuguo's tomb was wrong, and the coffin had to be rebuilt before the annual festival. The emperor believed in Buddhism, and he would have no doubts. When Jingrong learned that he would be in a hurry, he would rush the coffin that was just lifted out. Bury it back again. At that time, you have to send someone to intercept it in the middle, so that they can't send the coffin back to the cemetery smoothly. When the coffin is lifted, it will be found inside.
The face is empty, the emperor will check, and he will know that Jing Rong sent someone to dig up the coffin. At that time, if you let Master Yu, who is an official at the court, put pressure on the emperor, Jing Rong will be convicted! And how serious the crime is is up to you. "
There was murder in his breath!
Jing Xian nodded in understanding.
Duke Yu said again: "This is the best time. If you miss it, there will be no more. As long as Jingrong loses power, the position of the prince will be yours."
Since ancient times, the position of the prince and the emperor has been accumulated by the blood of countless people.
You are always alive and dead!
Jing Xian's eyes were light and he sat down slowly, pressing his left hand with his fist on the table full of tea.
For the throne, in order to give his mother and concubine, he needs to do this!
Then, the two began to conspire in the house.
Half an hour later, Duke Yu put on his bamboo hat again and left the Prince Xian's mansion.
At this moment, the snow began to fall again.
He walked towards the snow, suddenly stopped, and turned to look at the plaque in the Xian Wangfu.
At this moment, the burned face under the hat was sinister and sinister, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his lips.
"Brother Emperor, Brother Huang, you took everything from me back then, but today, I want you to watch your sons kill each other and die one by one, so that you can also taste the pain of losing your loved ones and loved ones. !"
The voice rolled in the icy air, chilling.
…
Seven days until the annual festival.
Rong Wangfu. Jing Rong had arranged everything properly and told Ji Yunshu: "I have already discussed with Commander Xiao that in two days, Duke Yu's coffin will be transported from Jishan to a spare mansion outside the city. At that time, you won't be able to go due to illness. The Ministry of War, when I come back from the next day, we will go out of the city together, and wait until the son
Langbo and Ziran will carry the coffin of Duke Yuguo, but we only have two days, because after four days, the royal father's chariot will arrive at Jishan, we must bury the coffin before then, otherwise, If it is one step late, I am afraid there will be more troubles. "
She took the time to heart.
But-
Jing Rong was a little worried.
"If something goes wrong, you have to get out of here," he said.
"It'll be all right."
"Be prepared for the eventuality."
She nodded.
Two days later.
As soon as he went to court, Jing Rong hurriedly planned to return to the mansion, because he and Ji Yunshu had to rush out of the city.
But he was stopped by Jing Xian before he left the palace!
"Jingrong, do you have time?"
"What's wrong?" "You know, I don't usually have any hobbies, I just like to make some wine. I saved a few jars some time ago, and the jar was opened today. I'm a little busy. It is said that Yuhua Court has a more difficult patient, so I want to invite you to taste it.
, you haven't tasted my wine yet, if you miss it, you will have to wait until next year. "
"I… "
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted, "I see that you are not busy these days, so just show your face."
Before he refused, he was forced to go to Prince Xian's mansion.
There was indeed a lot of wine brewed in the house, Jing Xian opened a jar and had a drink with him.
Jing Xian was very hospitable, and he saluted him cup by cup.
But he was absent-minded.
"What's the matter? But these wines are not good?"
"no."
"Then you are?"
Jing Rong raised a glass of wine and said, "Jing Xian, to tell you the truth, there are still some things in the house, and I have to go back and deal with it in a hurry. I will honor you with this glass first."
All in one drink!
In this way, Jing Xian can't keep him any longer.
Can-
After Jing Rong finished drinking the glass of wine in his hand, he got up and was about to leave. As soon as he stood up, his head was dizzy and his steps were unsteady.
Stagger a few times.
"Huh? How... how could this be?"
His eyes suddenly blurred.
Jing Xian on the opposite side quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"I… "
"Jingrong?"
He shook his head vigorously, unable to sit down, his head fell on the table.
fainted.
Jing Xian touched him and called out a few more times.
No answer!
Jing Xian smiled evilly, "Come here."
The boy hurried over.
"When you go to Prince Rong's mansion, you say that Prince Rong drank too much here. When he wakes up, this prince will send someone to take him back."
"Yes!"
The little servant soon brought the news to Prince Rong's mansion.
Ji Yunshu felt strange, why did Jing Xian suddenly invite Jing Rong to drink
Isn't Jing Rong's alcohol intake so small
But if she waited any longer, she wouldn't be able to get out as soon as the city gate was closed, so she packed up her sandalwood box and didn't plan to wait any longer, so she had to take Shi Zijin out of the city first.
After you find that house, just wait for it!
Jishan.
In the middle of the night, the outside of the tomb was heavily guarded, and it was difficult for flies to fly in. When the time came, a line of guards came over in an orderly manner.
The leading fat guard and the guard guarding the mausoleum said, "You can go and rest, it's left to us."
"Okay."
Those guards had been standing all day and were exhausted.
So after the shift, I left.
After the people left, the fat guard covered his mouth and learned a crow's cry.
"Jie!"
After a while, I saw about seven or eight people wearing night clothes flashing from the dark.
The leaders were Lang Bo and Shi Ziran.
The two of them successfully entered the mausoleum with their own people, and found the tomb of Duke Yuguo accurately and quickly.
But because Emperor Qi Zhen specially explained that Liang Zongzheng sent someone to guard Yu Guogong's cemetery, there were four guards guarding the cemetery at this time.
Lang Bo and Shi Ziran hid in the dark, looked at each other, took out a small bamboo tube in a tacit understanding, put it to their mouths, and aimed it at the necks of the two guards.
One blow!
A gleaming silver needle shot out immediately and plunged into the necks of the two.
He quickly aimed at the necks of the other two guards again.
One blow!
The four guards fell silently.
The people in black who were hiding in the dark all counted out, ready to dig the coffin.
In the mausoleum, except for the coffins of the emperors of the past dynasties, which are located in the main palace underground, the coffins of the rest of the royal family are spread out in a circular shape and buried in the soil under the slate. Except for the gorgeous tombstones, they are almost nothing like ordinary people's tomb bags. the difference.
The group pried open the large stone slab behind the tombstone, and moved quickly, quickly lifted the coffin out, and then resealed the surface.
Can't see the slightest trace! Commander Xiao had already made arrangements, so he carried the coffin down Jishan smoothly all the way to a house that had long been placed outside the capital.