"If you want to commit a crime, why don't you have excuses?" Mu Henayun snorted coldly, and said slowly, "If you like it, you can take it to the emperor. The emperor's sage will make a wise decision."
"But, I want to hear my sister's explanation."
Mu Henayun turned around slowly, his phoenix eyes were like snow, he stared at Concubine Shu Gui coldly, the grace of the Tian family came over his face. She smiled proudly, curled up the corners of her mouth, and smiled faintly, "If I were you, I would never do this today."
Concubine Shu Gui didn't expect her to say this suddenly, she was taken aback for a moment.
Mu Henayun continued: "Women in the palace first look at their family background, second at the emperor's favor, and third at their offspring. Concubine Shu, you entered the palace at the same year as me, and we started from Xiaoshu together. You are different in all aspects. Inferior to me, why I was a queen ten years ago, but you are still a noble concubine, have you thought about the reason?"
Concubine Shu Gui's face turned cold, and she no longer smiled. Muhe Nayun said in a deep voice: "Because you are stupid, you only know trivial tricks, you are short-sighted, domineering, and have the face of a villain who succeeds in success. After all, you will never become a big weapon. Fortunately, you only voted in one household. A good family, with a good elder brother."
"Bold!" The maid next to Concubine Shu shouted loudly.
The female officer behind Mu He Nayun said sharply: "You are so bold! When the queen talks to your master, why did you, a lowly slave, ever speak up?"
"Mu He's family has fallen. If I were you, I wouldn't be standing here now. Compared to me, don't you think that the one in Lanxuan Hall is more threatening to you at this moment?"
The corners of Muhe Nayun's mouth curled up, and he smiled mockingly, "Do you think the emperor will allow the Wei faction to become the next Muhe family? Although the Muhe family is down, this palace is the best candidate to check and balance all parties. In your life You can’t even be a queen. No matter how beautiful the Wei Clan is outside, you are just a concubine in the Daxia Palace. I advise you to learn the meaning of etiquette, the way to advance and retreat, and the etiquette of worship. Queen of Daxia, It can only be me, Muhe Nayun, who used to be, is now, and will be in the future. You? Give up."
A long wind blew up and rolled up Mu Henayun's dark purple clothes. The woman in her forties had a sharp face and her hair was like a waterfall. She looked like a woman in her thirties, her figure and demeanor were full of nobility and arrogance.
Concubine Shu Gui stood at the same spot, looking at Mu He's back as the clouds went away, her eyes were gloomy, she immediately turned around, her footsteps stopped when she passed by the kneeling servant, and she said to the people beside her in a deep voice: "Pull him down and execute him."
"Your Majesty!" The servant was startled, knelt on the ground and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, please spare me!"
Concubine Shu Gui didn't look back, and quickly disappeared into the courtyard. There are sparrows chirping past in the corridor, and the lake is quiet, reflecting soft light.
The door opened and the light from outside came in. Chu Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly and looked aside.
The man was tall and tall, dressed in a dark red dress with a black flying eagle embroidered on his belt, with starry eyes and bright red lips, he looked over slowly.
The cold wind passed between them, carrying a faint chill, the man's eyes were as cold as ever, without a trace of emotion.
This man seemed to be like this all the time, as cold as a sculpture.
Chu Qiao took two steps back slowly, looking at the man in front of her with a calm expression, as if she never knew her.
The wind of early spring blows up the dust from many years ago, and shuttles through the icy air. Then, they shifted their gazes at the same time, looked ahead of each other, passed by each other, and moved straight forward.
From the beginning to the end, they have never been on the same path. Even if fate occasionally arranges a teasing encounter, it can only be a brief encounter, and then pass by each other, disappearing into the vast sea of stars along their respective tracks like meteors.
"Master," a man dressed as a servant came forward and said in a deep voice, "Everything is ready."
In the dense bamboo forest, the dark red clothes fluttered with the wind, Zhuge Yue frowned slightly, but remained silent for a long time. The weather was not hot, but the servant was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.
After about half a stick of incense, Zhuge Yue finally nodded and said, "Let's do it."
The cold wind rolled back, and the Shengjin Palace was filled with blood.
As soon as she walked to the front hall, she saw figures shuttle back and forth, a large piece of Zijin flowers were placed on the square, and Yan Xun, who was tall and tall, was waiting for her in the distance.
Chu Qiao walked two steps quickly, Yan Xun also saw her, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and walked over.
"Qiao Qiao!" Li Ce also stood aside, wearing a bright red costume, waving vigorously at Chu Qiao.
Before Chu Qiao's disgusted expression spread, a sharp bell rang through the entire palace, everyone raised their heads in horror, and looked in the direction of Xiefang Palace.
"There are assassins! The queen is dead!"
The eunuch's shrill voice sounded like a death knell with crying throughout the square of the front hall. Everyone was shocked for a moment. The guards in black military uniforms shuttled between the palaces and rushed towards the direction of Xiefang Hall where the incident happened. The people in the square were stunned for a long while, and suddenly there was a cry out of nowhere, and then a large crowd of people was stunned and dark, and the cry echoed over the Shengjin Palace.
Empress Nayun of the Muhe family was born in the Muhe family, the head of the seven great clans in the past. She entered the palace at the age of thirteen and ascended to the throne at the age of thirty.
Chu Qiao's face turned pale immediately, and she raised her head to look at Yan Xun, but she saw the same panic in the other's eyes.
At this moment, that chaotic palace was exactly where she had just walked. If the assassination had been carried out a moment earlier, she would not have stood here alive!
The death knell rang continuously, with nine dull tolls. All walking and standing soldiers, maids, eunuchs, or princes, ministers, civil and military officials all turned to look at the harem, and paid homage loudly.
The Ouchi Imperial Palace was dead silent, and even the noisy front hall lost its sound for a moment. The bells and drums paused for a moment, then sounded again, louder and louder.
So, first there was one person, then two people, ten people, a hundred people, a thousand people, all of them knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of Xiefang Hall.
Chu Qiao opened her mouth, but couldn't speak. She immediately thought of the fierce woman who represented the Muhe clan, who was at the back, and who had almost controlled half of the Great Xia for ten years. The words: The queen of Daxia can only be me, Mu Henayun. I used to be, I am now, and I will be in the future.
The words are still in the ear, but the person is dead. What kind of terrible blade is hidden in this seemingly glamorous palace
A huge cry pierced the sky immediately, and came from a distance outside the Zijin Gate.
In the seventh hundred and seventy-third year of the Baicang calendar, on the ninth day of the fifth lunar month, after the death of the emperor, hundreds of officials mourned outside the Zijin Gate, all the people mourned, and the whole country mourned. On May 16th, the mausoleum was sent to Taiqing Street. The chariots and horses stretched for more than ten miles. The king of Xihuai, wearing a filial piety guard, followed the coffin all the way to the royal mausoleum of Jiu'en Mountain.
There are only a few records about Empress Mu Henayun in history. Behind the seemingly prosperous and honored favor, there is no posthumous title. The cause of death is also kept silent. The word "薨" represents the prosperous and prosperous Muhe lineage in the past, and has truly withdrawn from the stage of history. Only six of the seven great families of the Presbyterian Church remained, and the position vacated due to the defeat of the Mu He family immediately attracted the coveted and peeped eyes of more great families, and this peeped, also because of Mu He Nayun's death, Be more blatant.
On the day of Empress Mu He's funeral, Chu Qiao stood on the Bell and Drum Tower in the southwest corner of the palace, watching the white silk floating in the sky, covering the empty sky, everything was like a prosperous dream. Yan Xun stood by her side, his eyes were indifferent, and he couldn't see any emotion, but when he turned and left, Chu Qiao noticed that five fingerprints were clearly printed on the railing he just held.
How could he forget that the first iron cavalry to step into the Yanbei Plateau belonged to Mu He's lineage
With the death of the last person in power of the Mu He clan, the deep blood feud between Yan Bei and the Mu He clan finally settled in blood.
On the way back to Yinggeyuan, Chu Qiao unexpectedly met the Seventh Prince Zhao Che. The young prince was wearing a light blue robe, only the belt and sleeves were moon white, which did not match the paleness of the entire palace now.
Zhao Che's expression was calm. Standing in the high Yuanshan pavilion, the drizzle as thin as a cow's hair sprinkled the sky with rain and mist, making it difficult to see his eyebrows and eyes clearly. Chu Qiao was holding a green umbrella and tilted her head slightly. The light rain wet her shoes and even a small part of her skirt.
I saw Zhao Che raised his head, looking at the sky to the west. Chu Qiao knew that there was a rolling plateau standing there. According to legend, the ancestors of the Daxia Gold came out of those mountains. The Hongchuan Plateau in the south of the Yangtze River was under a regime. And after their death, their souls will also return to their hometown and sleep forever on that scarlet land.
The underground imperial mausoleum of the Great Xia Dynasty is also located at the foot of Jiu'en Mountain in the northwest. People from generation to generation have passed on word of mouth that there is a huge temple on that mountain, and the whale oil lamp is shining day and night, and it will not go out for thousands of years.
The drizzle flew obliquely, hitting the oiled paper umbrella, the girl's figure was hidden among the flowers and trees, only the corner of the white skirt fluttered quietly in midair.
In order to restrain the Mu He family, the Seventh Prince Zhao Che was hugged to Empress Yuanfei, the daughter of the Grand Scholars of Wenhua Pavilion, when he was born. As the only favored concubine of Emperor Daxia in his life, Concubine Yuan is a special one in the harem. She came from Bian Tang with a scholar of Yuan University, and was born in a southeast water town. Although she did not have a prominent family background, she was deeply favored by the emperor, and it lasted for seventeen years. However, on the day of Zhao Che's seventeenth birthday, Concubine Yuan threw herself into the lake in front of many maids and court ladies.
Regarding Concubine Yuan's death, no one knew the reason. It was rumored in the palace that Empress Mu He was poisoned by jealousy and forced Concubine Yuan to commit suicide, but the emperor did not respond to this. After the death of Concubine Yuan, he went to court as usual and handled the affairs of the court as usual, which was completely in line with the demeanor of a wise monarch. However, since then, he has never included any concubines.
Zhao Che also drifted away from his biological mother because of the death of his adoptive mother, and finally gradually turned against his mother's family because of different political views, so that no one was willing to lend a helping hand when he was sent to the frontier.
It is precisely because of this that after the downfall of the Muhe family, his younger brother King Xihua and his younger sister Princess Chun fell into great jeopardy and were implicated. Only he has no influence, and as usual holds the important power and leads the army.
Oftentimes, what appears on the surface may not be the truth. Chu Qiao turned around and stopped looking at the lonely figure of the prominent young prince in front of him.