Xiao Mubai's tone was filled with determination and determination, declaring that he would not give in.
"Your Majesty, what I'm saying is not what I want to do, but what you want to do, Your Majesty. It's not that I want the lives of the people in this city, but that I, Your Majesty... don't want them to live." Concubine Li seemed to finish a paragraph in one breath. The words were difficult to speak, and the mouth was a little dry. He elegantly picked up a cup of tea with three fingers, brought it to his lips and was about to take a sip.
There was a 'pop' sound, and the white porcelain tea cup in her hand was knocked over by Xiao Mubai, falling to the ground and smashing to pieces. Green tea powder was everywhere on the ground, and the scalding hot tea was still steaming on the ground...
Splashing tea stains fell on Concubine Li's left hand holding the white porcelain cup, her red sleeves were splashed wet, and there were two or three drops of water splashed on her gorgeous cheeks.
"If I die, this city will be in ruins. If I am unhappy, someone will have to die for you." She stretched out her hand to wipe away the water droplets on her cheeks, and her usually soft voice also had a hint of sadness. Cold and severe.
The moment he raised his eyes, Ji Bai raised his knife and dropped it. A maid not far away fell to the ground, and the splattered blood sprinkled a piece of blooming peach blossoms. The pink color was printed with crimson, which was particularly dazzling.
Xiao Mubai was concerned about the lives of the servants and maids in the courtyard, so he had no choice but to take a step back. In an instant, he regained his composure, lifted up his robe and sat down opposite her: "Your Majesty, after spending so much time, there must be a purpose."
Concubine Li picked up the white pear blossoms that she had put aside when she had just eaten, and asked casually: "How are the two sons of Prince Hui?"
Xiao Mubai was slightly stunned. He had guessed many kinds of requests that Concubine Li would make, but he never expected that the first thing she asked would be this.
Xiao Mubai saw her lowering her head and holding flowers, and couldn't distinguish her expression, nor did she know whether she wanted the two people to live or die.
"Tell the truth, so that I can speak openly with the prince." Seeing his hesitation, Concubine Li warned him.
"Life is worse than death." Xiao Mubai thought about it and told the truth.
The news reported by Gu Jiajun to Beijing was that both of them were recuperating in bed in Mianxi.
But he wasn't sure whether Li Fei knew about it, or whether she was just testing his inquiries. Although this matter was secret, it was only because the two of them were in a miserable situation now, and it was not really a secret.
Therefore, Xiao Mubai did not deceive her.
"Gu Duanfei really can't hold up the wall." There was a hint of disgust in Li Fei's tone, and then she said unwillingly: "My son is the same, he is an Adou who cannot be supported."
Xiao Mubai's eyes fell on the maid who came to clean up the broken porcelain fragments on the ground.
"My Majesty, there is no need to help him. I am poisoned by a strange poison and cannot succeed to the throne. My seventh brother has always been pure-hearted. Originally, he was the one who inherited the throne." Xiao Mubai's eyes flickered from the maid's body. It opens when touched and moves towards Concubine Li.
There was no sarcasm in his voice, as if he was just stating a fact: "It was you who pushed him down the road to becoming an emperor."
Concubine Li sneered lightly and smiled with disdain: "Your Majesty, you still want to use such words to kill me at this time? If it weren't for me, you would have been the favorite of the Emperor since the day he was born. How could he have the chance to inherit the throne as a prince candidate?"
Xiao Mubai frowned. Prince Liang and the Emperor had high hopes for him. It seemed the same from Concubine Li, but Concubine Li had clearly said...
He raised his eyebrows and looked at Concubine Li: "Your Majesty once said that the king's poison was caused by my father. Even so, why didn't the fourth brother have a chance?"
A sneer appeared on the corner of Li Fei's lips: "You don't need to provoke me. You just want to know the truth about your poisoning."
Xiao Mubai took the warm cup from the hand of the maid who ordered the tea, spooned it one cup at a time, and divided a cup of tea for Concubine Li: "I hope the empress will clear up her doubts."
I don't know if it was Xiao Mubai's sudden surrender that made Concubine Li satisfied. She picked up the tea cup and took a sip, looking at the maid who was making tea: "Your skills are quite good, why haven't I seen you these days?" .”
The maid lowered her eyebrows and bowed her eyes respectfully. The etiquette was thorough and her tone was filled with a hint of joy at being praised: "The buds and leaves of this fresh tea are slightly purple, and the backs of the young leaves are curled like bamboo shoots. It requires tea-making skills, slave. Xiaoyun also knows this craft, Master Mo said that the empress likes to drink Guzhu purple bamboo shoots the most, so he sent his slave to order tea and ask for a way for the Mo family to survive."
Li Fei sneered: "This Mojia has been stubborn for so long, and now he is afraid of death."
She took another sip of tea and showed a satisfied look: "Your tea-making skills are really good. Raise your head and let me see it."
Gu Zhu Purple Bamboo Shoot is originally a tribute tea, but few people can cook it with its original aroma and flavor. Even Yan has never been good at it.
Therefore, Li Fei had really not tasted such authentic Gu Zhu Zi Bamboo Shoots for a long time.
Just as Concubine Li was waiting to see the maid Xiaoyun raise her head, Xiao Mubai invited her with tea and called her again: "Your Majesty."
Concubine Li's eyes turned to his face, and she chuckled when she saw his eager look: "That poison back then was indeed fed to you by the emperor himself."
Concubine Li put down her hand holding the lamp and compared it with the stone bench at about the same height: "That year you were about three years old, hobbling, babbling, and threw yourself into his arms with joy. The emperor spoke softly. I coaxed you and fed you to eat the poison one bite at a time.”
On such a late spring morning, even the breeze was warm and warm. When Xiao Mubai listened to her eloquent words, his bones felt cold all over his body, and cold sweat gradually oozed out from his forehead and body. Thin, as sharp as a needle.
Li Fei looked at his hand holding the lamp, her knuckles turned white, and chuckled: "Are you heartbroken? The truth is so unacceptable, do you still want to know?"
Xiaoyun gently pressed Xiao Mubai's wrist and refilled the tea cup for him.
Xiao Mubai involuntarily retracted his fingers holding the teacup. The teacup tilted slightly, and the foam inside had not yet dissipated, with two or three points overflowing.
He looked intently at Concubine Li, who was smiling like a flower, with a pair of phoenix eyes: "Is there anything else that I don't know about?"
Li Fei raised the pear blossom to her nose and sniffed the purple-red anthers. Her face was as radiant as the bright moon, as if it could illuminate the spring in the entire garden behind her. Even the white pear blossom in front of her nose could not take away her fair complexion. Her jade-like cheeks were half radiant.
"When you were four years old, the emperor was poisoned. When you were five years old, Zhao Lansheng tried to save the emperor from the fragrant jade." There was a pleasant look on Concubine Li's face, as if she had smelled the fragrance of flowers.
She gently twirled the pear blossom, then plucked off two petals, waved her hand and said, "What a pity, Mr. Marquis and Zhao Lansheng were a pair that everyone envied in Chang'an back then."
(End of chapter)