"Ali!"
"Master, Ali is here."
"Take the prince's seal and give it to Sheng Fang, and let him keep his eyes on the Zhenbei Army."
Tie Zhan found it, and Yu Gui was actually working as an errand. This news reached his ears, which really surprised him.
"Master?" A Li was shocked, "The matter about General Yu has not been finalized yet, so you are so rash..."
Zhao Jingyan's face was condensed, "I don't care whether there is a conclusion or not, I only believe in Sheng Fang and Hongwen. If they say there is something fishy, there must be something fishy. I am not afraid of ten thousand, I am just afraid of what happens. I can't afford to lose."
"Yes, Master."
"Also, send people to the north and south Zhili to lobby."
"How to say?"
"There is no need to say anything more. I just want to say that I am the prince. The prince appointed by my father is the prince. There is no need to kill my father to seize the throne."
"Yes, Master!" A Li looked stern.
Zhao Jingyan glanced at the battle below, with sword light in her eyes, "It will take Golden Armor half a cup of tea to deal with these people. I can't afford to delay."
A Li's expression changed, he took out a whistle from his arms and blew it with his inner strength.
The whistle was so sharp that it made people's eardrums hurt. However, to Golden Armor's ears, the sound was like the sound of a war drum.
Their expressions were shocked, and they swung their swords faster!
The palace is dark.
There is a huge coffin placed in the center of the hall. The sunlight shines in from the beautiful window of the hall door, and it just shines on the busy figures beside the coffin.
Eunuch Li, who was extremely powerful in the palace, crashed to death in front of the emperor's coffin, and his blood spattered in the court. His condition was extremely tragic.
Let's die, but they, the lowly eunuchs, are tired and must wipe away all the blood splattered on the coffin.
Beside the coffin, a long and lonely figure was lying on the ground, holding a green cloth in his hand, slowly wiping the bottom of the coffin.
Suddenly, his hand stopped moving and he simply lay down under the coffin. He didn't know whether it was because he was tired or something else.
A leg kicked over, "Chen San, why are you lazy? Finish the job early and go back. If you are late, be careful with your head."
Chen San's expression changed, and he said in a low voice: "Boss, I... I... have a stomachache, and I can't bear it anymore."
"Go away... go away... go away... the lazy ass is grinding and peeing a lot."
Chen San chuckled twice, wiped the bottom of the coffin hard with a rag twice, then came out, held his belly in his hands and ran, saying: "Boss, I'm going to pay you respects first, I'll be here right away."
"Keep your mouth tighter."
"Don't worry, boss."
Chen San felt wind on his feet, lowered his head and ran into the toilet. There was a chambermaid standing in the toilet.
"I found this under the coffin, hurry up and give it to the third master."
The man didn't even look at it. He took the thing and stuffed it into his sleeve, then ran away. In a few turns, he disappeared.
Chen San narrowed his eyes and peed quietly before leaving to go to the toilet.
After half a cup of tea, Su Ziyu walked into the musty prison again.
Qingguan was sitting on the ground with his eyes downcast.
"A good news or a bad news, which one should you listen to first?"
Qingguan trembled and looked straight at him. Immediately, she shook her head vigorously, as if to throw something away, moved her lips, and softly uttered three words, "Bad news."
Su Ziyu's eyes dimmed slightly, and there was pain in her heart.
"Ziqi, there's good news and there's bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"
"good news."
"Why, because after hearing the good news, I feel happy, and even the bad news fades away a little."
Su Ziyu pursed her lips and said: "The bad news is that Eunuch Li touched the coffin and committed suicide; the good news is that under the coffin, where Eunuch Li's blood spattered, this was found."
He threw half of the millet in his arms over and met Qingguan's startled eyes. From outside, footsteps were approaching.
Su Ziyu lowered his voice and said, "I can only help you up to this point. By the way, since Eunuch Li is dead, there is no point in investigating his affairs any further."
Qingguan quickly stuffed the millet into his sleeves, his eyes were stunned, and the word "thank you" was stuck in his throat.
Su Ziyu looked at him deeply, moved her feet lightly, and the man left quietly.
Before Qingguan could think too much, a prison woman came over and brought in a plate of unknown food.
"dinner time."
"Thank you."
The prison woman looked at her coldly, suddenly kicked over the plate, and cursed: "Eat as soon as I tell you to. In my territory, why are you pretending to be a wealthy lady, let alone a little female doctor like you? Even the nobles in the palace have to lie down in front of me like a dog."
Gu Qingguan was startled. Logically, the prison woman had taken her money, so she should... She raised her eyes sharply, but saw the prison woman's eyes falling on the plate. Her heart moved, and she understood immediately.
"I eat, I eat."
Seeing that she understood, the prison woman just cursed and walked away.
When others left, Qingguan rushed over, blocking the plate with her body, reached in with her delicate hands and grabbed it a few times, and pulled out a piece of paper.
There are four words written on the note: Tinghui, take it!
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Qingguan's mouth. Her pavilion is back.
very good.
Qingguan's eyes turned cold, and she stood up. She lifted up her skirt and kicked the cell door with her feet, "Come here, come here... This rice is sour. I don't want to call it rotten rice. You can get a new one. Come here, come here." Someone come."
After hearing the news, the prison woman left and returned, sternly scolding: "Shut up, why are you making such a fuss?"
Qingguan seemed not to have heard anything, and kicked the cell door with all his strength. In a moment, his clothes were in disarray.
"Let me out, I was wronged, let me out, let me out quickly!"
"Shut up, shut up!"
The prison woman didn't want her to go crazy suddenly, and her face turned pale with anger. She was about to curse again, but she saw something fall from Dr. Gu's sleeve.
She took a closer look, her expression darkened, and she left in a hurry without caring about Qingwan's fuss.
Gu Qingwan immediately calmed down, and his cold eyes turned to the ground. On the ground, the tiger talisman lay quietly, exuding a faint cold light.
She picked it up from the ground, brushed off the dust on the surface of the Tiger Talisman, and stuffed it into her sleeve again. After a long time, Fang muttered to himself: "Fortunately, Tinglin left it to me. I hope... you won't disappoint me too much."
After saying this, she took out half a grain of millet from her sleeve and pondered over it for a long time.
The palace was extremely quiet in the afternoon.
If it were normal, the palace maids and eunuchs would gather together in twos and threes to bask in the sun; in the imperial garden, the concubines would dress up and come out to take a breath.
But today, there is not even a single person in the Bluestone Alley, and everything is lifeless.
Everyone knew what was going on, but the high palace walls blocked the two worlds inside and outside.
People inside the palace can't get out, and people outside the palace can't get in.
Dark night, as promised. This is the last quiet night before the storm.
Qingguan stared outside the cell door intently, she was waiting.
At a quarter of an hour, a man who looked like a guard stood outside the cell door. With just a slight lift of his hand, the lock was opened.
He walked into the prison and squatted down, "Why is the Tiger Talisman here with you?"
"The prince gave it to me." Gu Qingguan raised his head, his eyes clear.
The visitor was stunned for a moment, then knelt down on one knee and said, "Master, what are your orders?"
The tiger talisman recognizes the talisman but not the person. Whoever has it in their hands is their master, even if the talisman is in the hands of someone suspected of murdering the emperor.
Qingguan closed her eyes and smiled, God had mercy on her, she was not wrong in her bet.
"I didn't kill the emperor, they came for the prince. I want to know all the emperor's food and daily life in the past three months."
The visitor's lips twitched and he said, "It should be at the living room."
"I want to see it before dawn. If it's too late, it'll be too late."
"Okay!" The person agreed.
"Can the Emperor's Guard be allowed out of the palace to welcome the Crown Prince back to the court? I'm afraid there might be an ambush along the way."
The visitor thought for a moment and said: "We are a thousand people, distributed among the imperial guards. If we all leave the capital at this moment, it will definitely arouse suspicion. I ordered five hundred people to go out of the palace to welcome the prince, and five hundred people to guard the palace."
Qingguan thought for a moment and said, "Be careful and go ahead."
The visitor left quietly, and Qingguan felt empty in his belly.
For one day and two nights, she didn't drink even a drop of water, and her eyes didn't close for a moment. Her whole body was like a bow with full strings, and she only felt deeply tired.
She smiled bitterly and simply leaned back, lying on the dirty ground.
Tomorrow morning, the news of the emperor's death will spread throughout the world. Every corner of the world and every citizen will know that the emperor died at her hands.
A series of butterfly effects will appear. Those who hate her, those who protect her, those who seize her inheritance, those who fight back, everyone's desires, ambitions, responsibilities, and orders will all be revealed to the world tomorrow.
It can be foreseen that this country, this imperial city, will face what kind of catastrophe and killing, it will be a nightmare for countless people.
Blood flowed like a river, and the tip of Qingwan's nose seemed to smell a faint smell of blood. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and waited for the person to arrive again.
Baoqing forty-one years, March 28th.
Yin hour, two quarters.
The capital was under martial law, and the imperial guards took control of the imperial city with thunderous force. The people stayed at home and were not allowed to go out.
Immediately, a servant report was issued in the palace, and the emperor died suddenly. He died of poisoning. The poisoner was the female doctor Qingwan. Beijing officials of second rank or above entered the court to discuss affairs.
The capital city seems to be an empty city.
Gao Mingtao, Minister of War, appeared at the south gate of the imperial city at the same time as the king's cabinet.
If they met on weekdays, they would chat for a few words, but today, the two just smiled faintly, looked at the blue color in each other's eyes, and each opened his eyes.
Today's morning court was a tough battle. They and the families behind them had no escape route and were determined to protect the crown prince's accession to the throne.
Everything is unknown and everything is destined. If you win, tremendous power, status, and wealth will follow. If they lose, it means they made the wrong bet.
Yin hour, three quarters.
The second-rank officials stood in the court hall wearing mourning robes, quietly waiting for the arrival of the strong wind.
After a moment, Concubine Yin slowly came out from behind the curtain. Although she was dressed in plain clothes, she still looked very elegant. She glanced at the officials below and spoke slowly. "The emperor vomited blood and died at 12 o'clock the night before. The blood was black and he died of poisoning. The emperor only ate one porridge and one medicine before his death. The imperial guards tested it and found that the porridge was not poisonous, but the medicine was changed. The prescription was given by the imperial physician Gu Qingguan. , at the hands of Liu Zhaoyu, I was shocked when Liu Zhaoyu was found to have committed suicide in the afternoon of the next day.
Then, Gu Qingwan was temporarily taken to the palace prison. " Concubine Yin's voice was clear and full of sadness. Tears fell from her eyes. She paused and then said: "Your Majesty, he will never die in peace. You are all ministers of the Zhou Dynasty. I rashly stepped in front of you. I just want you to make a decision. "