Zhao Jingyan's eyes flashed and her voice suddenly rose, "Under my father's rule, the country is peaceful and the people are safe. Are uncles Wang determined to turn their swords against each other and kill each other?"
The old King Qi sneered and raised the sword in his hand three inches, "Then ask me if my long sword should be used or not! Kill me, gentlemen!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a meteor-like fire suddenly flashed through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
Zhao Jingyan sighed and whispered to Zhang Yunlong beside her: "Finally, the reinforcements have arrived. Commander Zhang, it's your business now!"
The sound of fighting continued all day and all night, with the whistling wind behind them making everyone's hearts tremble.
Then the world gradually became quiet, white snow fell in the sky, and the imperial city became crystal clear in the flying snow.
Zhang Yunlong drew the bow string, and then made a subtle sound, and a sharp arrow flew out of the bow string, heading straight for the old King Qi. With the sound of sharp arrows piercing the air, the old King Qi felt a pain in his heart and fell from his horse.
The eldest son, Zhao Jingying, was furious when he saw his old father falling, and the hand holding the knife froze. Several arrows were fired from the city tower, falling like rain...
Slowly, the snow fell heavier and heavier, covering the blood around the imperial city.
However, the blood that filled the air lingered for a long time.
The winter of the 39th year of Baoqing.
The king of Qi rebelled and was defeated.
When the news came, Princess Lao Qi did not shed a single tear. She calmly ordered her servants to arrange the mourning hall, while sending the princess and her daughter out of the palace.
At 1 hour, the old princess led all the children and grandchildren of the palace to kneel down in front of the mourning hall. After praying three times, she, together with her children and grandchildren, drank poisonous wine and committed suicide.
The news reached the palace, and the lights in the royal study were lit all night.
The next day.
Emperor Baoqing resigned from the court, and the imperial guards raided the Zhenguo Palace at lightning speed. The five military battalions took charge of the Zhao mansion and went to Hainan to kill Zhao Jinghuan's wife and children.
At the same time, a Imperial Guard army led by Zhao Jingyan entered the old Qi King's Zhuangzi at the foot of Yanshan Mountain.
The imperial guards thoroughly searched every place in Zhuangzi, even digging three feet into the ground, but they still could not find the wealth of Gu Mansion.
What surprised him even more was that all the servants in the village were illiterate and mute, and could not ask any questions at all.
Zhao Jingyan stood in the middle of Zhuangzi, looking around, and four words came to her mind: It's not easy to fly.
Three days later, the Queen of the Middle Palace moved to Nagato Palace with her maids Qiu Ju and Qing Xue.
His son, King Rui, knelt in the cold wind outside the palace for a whole night, and was carried away by the emperor's order. From then on, King Rui never appeared in front of the officials again, and stayed quietly in Prince Rui's Mansion.
After snow.
Another dusk arrives as scheduled.
The night falls little by little, like a densely woven net, falling silently.
In a five-story house in the south of the city, a woman's miserable cries could be heard.
As soon as the curtain was lifted, Nanny Tan shivered and shrank into the room, "Princess, Miss, the time has come. It's time to burn paper for the old prince and old princess."
Zhao Huayang, dressed in white, was helped to the courtyard, knelt down in front of the desk, took the white paper handed over by the maid, and burned it while crying.
These past few days have been like a dream. In the dream, my parents and brothers are still alive, and anything about rebellion or confiscation of the house... it's all just a dream.
When she woke up from the dream, she and her daughter were the only ones left in King Qi's group.
That day, the old princess called her over and handed her a brocade box with calm eyes. She opened it and took a look, and was shocked beyond measure.
"The royal family's wealth is all here. You can take her and take Sister Ling alive. This is what your father and I owe you."
Only now did Zhao Huayang realize that for the past six years, he was just a chess piece placed by his father in the Gu family.
The old princess looked at her with no emotion in her eyes, "Son, don't forget to collect the corpses of your parents and brothers, burn some paper money every Qingming Festival, and pour a few more glasses of wine for your old father."
She was so frightened that her heart ached and she fainted on the ground. When she woke up again, she was already in the other courtyard.
"Father, mother, why are you doing this? That position is really so good. Wouldn't it be nice for the whole family to live their lives peacefully and part ways with each other? Now that the yin and yang are separated, how do you let your daughter live alone in the world? What’s the use of having mountains of gold and silver before you?”
Wu Yanling burst into tears listening to her mother's hoarse voice.
The old Prince Qi's Mansion rebelled, and the Gu Mansion was defeated. The world was turned upside down. At the age of fifteen, she didn't even have anyone she could rely on. She couldn't bear to accept it.
What frightened her even more was that the crime of rebellion was unpardonable. Although she and her mother were married women, they were still of the royal family's blood.
The emperor doesn't care about their mother and daughter at the moment, what will happen in the future
The more Wu Yanling thought about it, the more frightened she became. She threw herself into the princess's arms and cried loudly.
At this moment, Gu Qingguan looked at the three people in front of him calmly.
The prison in Shuntian Mansion was indeed much better than the prison in the Criminal Department. However, the three people in front of them were in even greater embarrassment.
His hair is disheveled and his face is unkempt, and he is inferior to ordinary people in the city.
"Brother, my lady wants to come in and say a few words. Can it be convenient?"
Ye Qing stuffed the banknote in his hand, looked at the face value, and couldn't help but asked, "Is half a cup of tea enough?"
"That's enough, that's enough."
The prison head took out the key and opened the door. Qingguan walked in, followed closely by Ye Qing.
Gu Erye opened his eyes and sat up suddenly after seeing the person clearly, "You... you... why are you here?"
Mr. Gu woke up with a start and struggled to get up. Mr. Gu hurriedly supported him. The three of them looked at the person with six eyes, and there was a faint hope in their hearts.
Qingguan smiled slowly and crisply.
"You three gentlemen, you have suffered. Ye Qing, put your things down."
After a while, two roast chickens, several side dishes, and a pot of wine were placed in front of them. The aroma of wine and vegetables mixed together, making people greedy.
The three father and son swallowed saliva in unison.
Qingguan said: "Eat!"
Mr. Gu glanced at his daughter hesitantly, then slowly stretched out his hand, not forgetting his filial piety, and stuffed the water, wine and chicken legs into the old father's hand.
Mr. Gu burst into tears after taking a bite of chicken. He had lived for sixty years, but he had never suffered such a crime. He was so angry that he started to wolf down the food.
The three of them were in a state of confusion and looked ugly. Qingguan watched every move of the three of them, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold.
"Aren't you afraid that I might poison the food and wine?"
The expressions of the father and son suddenly changed.
Qingguan's eyes were cold and he snorted coldly, "Guess, is it heartbroken grass, love flower, or arsenic?"
"Ugh..."
The three of them were so frightened that they all spat out the food and wine in their mouths, and Mr. Gu even used his hand to dig at his throat.
Uncle Gu cursed angrily: "Bitch, how dare you humiliate your elders? You're not afraid of thunder from heaven."
"My uncle's temper has grown a lot. I wonder if the young lady will fall madly in love if she sees it." Qingguan hit the nail on the head.
Uncle Gu felt suffocated and couldn't say a word.
When Mr. Gu heard this, he understood somewhat. Although he was filled with hatred, he had to soften and said: "Qingguan, what are you doing? You can't make such a joke."
"Yeah?"
Qingguan's eyes were cold, and she moved her gaze to Mr. Gu, and said word by word: "Mr. Gu, do you think I'm joking?"
The veins on Gu Yanqi's forehead popped out. If he couldn't understand it anymore, he would be really stupid. He threw the wine cup in his hand violently.
"Gu Qingwan, what do you want to do today?"
Qing Wan smiled and said, "Of course I want to settle old scores with you, Mr. Gu."
Gu Yanqi gritted his teeth and looked at her resentfully, "You eat my food, drink my food, and you want to settle accounts with me. You bitch, if I had known this, I should have strangled you to death."
Qingguan touched her palms, smiled softly, and said, "It's a pity it's too late."
"You..." Gu Yanqi was so angry that his eyes were filled with stars.
"Are you angry like this?"
Qingguan looked at him condescendingly, "If I said that I was responsible for the defeat of the Gu family and your imprisonment, would Mr. Gu be so angry that he would die of anger? By the way, I set up this situation. for six years.”
Gu Yanqi opened his mouth and didn't understand. His eyes were straight and he said: "You... you... what are you talking about? Did you say it again?"
Isn't she a lunatic? Why did she plan it for six years
Where did six years come from
Gu Qingguan came closer and whispered: "Actually, I'm not a madman, I'm just pretending to be mad. So, Mr. Gu, you really should strangle me to death."
Like a bolt from the blue, Gu Yanqi turned pale with fear and trembled non-stop.
Gu Qingguan smiled and said: "You were greedy for your mother's beauty and wanted to do that permissive thing. But your mother refused, so you deliberately leaked the Gu family's secrets to her. The prince failed and the Qian Mansion suffered. On the one hand, you On the other hand, in the name of protecting my mother and me, I wanted to take the opportunity to rape her. "
Gu Yanqi's face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
"My mother didn't obey. You gave her life and death to make her choice, but my mother resolutely took me to my death. Mr. Gu, am I right?"
Qingguan looked at her straightly, with a bone-chilling chill in his eyes that made people's hearts tremble.
As soon as he said these words, Gu Yanqi's hand that was clenched into a fist suddenly loosened, and he walked towards his grandfather with a pale face.
"Father!" the two sons said in unison.
Qingguan took action instantly, and the silver needle he had already prepared in his hand stabbed the two acupuncture points on Gu Yanqi's head.
Gu Yanqi woke up faintly and looked at Gu Qingwan as if he had seen a ghost.
He was familiar with poetry and books since he was a child, and was extremely smart. When he grew up, he married a wife, had children, and took concubines. He managed the family business smoothly and everything in his life went smoothly.
I happened to meet that woman.
She was extremely beautiful, and her pitching skills were sharp and crisp that women from aristocratic families could not find. On the first day of their marriage, the moment she raised her head to serve tea, Gu Yanqi's long-dead heart was revived.
He suppressed the desire in his heart and turned his eyes to Qian again and again, looking at her beauty like a flower, watching her alone in the empty room... He felt as if he had been scratched by a cat.
Finally one day, he broke his heart and held her hand, but she slapped her away...
She was half right, Qian could have lived, but her disobedience time and time again made him suddenly resentful.
If you don’t obey, you will die. He wanted to see, between life and innocence, what would she choose? To this day, he still remembers the way Qian looked at him, as if looking at the writhing maggots in the latrine, with a hint of disgust, and then chose to die without hesitation.