He Weiwen saw the person he sent to teach her manners in the study at night, the old nuns in the four palaces, who were originally in good shape, now they are round again.
Dressed in glittering gold, just like Lafayette's attire.
Look, have a good time. More than good, it should be very good.
After seeing him and saluting, he sat behind the desk, raised his hand halfway, and the four nuns had already stood up.
Before he could ask, he had already started talking about how she was doing like peas. The four of them cooperated seamlessly, without any pause at all. They were more well arranged than singing, and no one was given a chance to intervene from the beginning to the end.
After almost an incense stick of eloquence, the four of them stopped talking, and all the beautiful adjectives in this world were attached to her, boasting that there is nothing in the sky and nothing on the earth.
He Weiwen raised the teacup, and the tea cover lightly swiped the clear tea. These nuns, the last time they saw him, were trembling. He raised his hand to hold a teacup and was so frightened that his body was tense and ready to kneel at any time look.
It's only been half a month, how come it looks like this now
He Wei Wenmin drank two sips of tea, leaned back, raised his head slightly, and waved his hands. The dark guard in the study immediately flew down, and before the four nuns had a chance to scream, they had already tapped the Ya point and brought them down to the torture room up.
The four nuns were brought by Hu Qingcheng. Hu Qingcheng was standing by the side before, but now the four nuns were taken down. He Weiwen waved for him to come and talk.
He put down the teacup, leaned his head on one elbow on the armrest of the chair, and tapped the table twice with one hand curling his fingers.
Hu Qingcheng tensed his body and tensed his nerves, listening to his gentle tone and casual tone, "Qingcheng, otherwise your sister will be fine, she will easily be wronged when she enters the palace with such rules."
Hu Qingcheng lowered his head, looking at the sparkling black jade floor tiles on the ground that seemed to reflect light, "I will follow the general's order."
He Weiwen chuckled, and teased, "Your father came to ask for this grace in person. His elder, who is almost sixty years old, knelt down and kowtowed to him three times, and he was thinking about his sincerity. What, are you at home?" Didn't you ask your sister's wishes first?"
Hu Qingcheng's expression was stiff, and he didn't dare to lie in front of him. Instead, he said in a slightly more tactful way, "Qing Ruo has listened to her parents since she was a child, but this time she hasn't thought about it yet, she's a bit willful."
"Willful?" He Weiwen murmured softly, his voice was very soft, it only slipped to his lips and did not spit out. Hu Qingcheng faintly heard him speak, but he couldn't hear him clearly, and didn't make a sound.
The four nuns were tortured in the torture room of the General's Mansion. When they came, they were all full of energy, but when they returned, they took in more air and less air out. He Weiwen provided three carriages, plus the one when they came, and each of them was lying on the ground. The car went back.
He Weiwen personally went to the door to arrange the carriage, and the four nuns who were so painful that they were unconscious but couldn't pass out heard his gentle voice from far to near, and finally passed out successfully.
When Hu Qing came to the Hu Mansion, he arranged for the servants to carry the four nuns who had fainted to Qingruo's courtyard. The blood of the four people dripped all the way from the entrance to Qingruo's courtyard. Terrified by the tragic situation, he stumbled and stumbled, and the smell of blood rose to the sky along the way.
All the maids and servants in the house turned pale and avoided.
Hu Qingcheng arranged for guards to surround Qingruo's courtyard, and entered the courtyard with his sword in his hand.
She was sitting at the door, on the steps of the main house, changed into a red dress, with bright red flowers on her forehead.
Seeing him coming over, he tilted his head and smiled, a nice and genuine smile.
"Brother, I stayed at my grandfather's house until I was twelve years old. Just two years after I came back, you and my father have already made an appointment for me to marry the emperor, and I will become the mother of a country in the future."
Hu Qingcheng stopped in his tracks. He was in the military camp all year round and rarely saw her when he went home occasionally. His father said that she had a perverted personality, was violent and did not have the demeanor of a lady.
My mother said that she didn't learn well at her grandfather's house.
So, my father asked He Weiwen for a favor to let her marry the little emperor.
The two sat and stood, with a step between them. On the step, there was a trail of blood dripping from the step that had just been carried up. She sat on the step, and the corners of her skirt were also stained a lot, but the color of the skirt was bright red. Hu Qingcheng just now I didn't look carefully so I didn't find it.
Qing Ruo stood up, lowered her head a little and arranged her skirt carefully and seriously.
"Hu Qingcheng, guess what position he will give you, the lieutenant general who sold his own sister, after he succeeds in usurping the throne?"
The veins in Hu Qingcheng's hand that was holding the hilt of the sword bulged, his forehead was also tense, and he gritted his teeth with a sinister tone, "Hu Qingruo, misfortune comes from the mouth."
Qing Ruo twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled nonchalantly, "Dare to do it without letting others tell?" asked him curiously, like an ignorant and innocent child.
Turning around to leave, he waved at him, his handsome back almost brought out a gust of autumn wind, "I don't want to marry, look at you now, brother!"
She doesn't want to marry? Hu Qingcheng watched her back disappear, and twitched the corners of his mouth. Turn around and leave the yard, "Keep the yard safe."
The nanny my father was looking for was already on the way and would arrive tomorrow. She was a well-known nanny in Shu, more vicious and strict than those in the palace.
It's really not possible, Hu Qingcheng pursed his lips, remembering the method discussed with his father before, feed some medicine, feed it into a fool, it's better to be a fool, it doesn't need her clever help, as long as it can be controlled.
In short, it was the candidate sent by He Weiwen, and now the little emperor could not bear to lose face to He Weiwen.
This world is already under the control of He Weiwen. The natural disaster in the south of the Yangtze River gave him a good chance a year ago, and the Queen Mother's family has no possibility of opposing him now. What He Weiwen wants now is just a suitable opportunity and a suitable reason to make everything fall into place.
The throne was already in He Weiwen's pocket. If I missed this time, I don't know where the next opportunity to catch up with He Weiwen will be.
The Hu family, you can't gamble.
He Weiwen did not expect to meet the person who was supposed to be under house arrest.
The subordinates came to report that Hu Qingruo sneaked into the General's Mansion, and he didn't know where his destination was, but now he seemed to be unable to find his way, and was circling around the middle courtyard. Ask He Weiwen how to deal with it.
How to deal with it? He Weiwen labeled Hu Qingcheng incompetent in his heart, and said with a gentle smile, "Lead him to the torture chamber."
The torture chamber of the General's Mansion has always been a sacred place for officials of Dali Temple to study.
When He Weiwen came in, she was standing with her back to the door and facing the wall of the execution room.
The torture room in the General’s Mansion is brightly lit, with candles lit all around. It is clean and tidy, and everything is neatly arranged without any blood or dirt. If you ignore the strong and disgusting smell of blood in the air, it really looks like a room waiting to be put into the room. Furnished new house.
The window above the execution room was open, and the cold moonlight came in, mixed with the warm candlelight inside to form a lukewarm color, covering He Weiwen who was pacing.
There were saluting voices around, Qing Ruo turned around, he gradually walked out of the place where the moonlight could shine, his body was gradually dyed with warm candlelight, which was as soothing as his gentle face.
Qingruo's hands were tightly behind her back, her arms were trembling, she was wearing night clothes, with a black cloth on her face covering her pale and tight lips, only a pair of eyes, black on the exposed section of tender white skin Zha Liang.
He Weiwen smiled lightly, cupped his hands and gave her a salute gesture, thoughtful and appropriate, "Miss Hu, are you lost?"
He asked lightly, just like the green embroidered bamboo on his light blue clothes, elegant and noble.
Qing Ruo bit her lower lip several times before opening her mouth. Her voice was trembling, but her voice was domineering and arrogant, and her tone even carried an order, "He Weiwen! I don't want to marry the emperor, you cancel this engagement."
He Weiwen? How long has it been since no one called him by his first and last name like this, and even took on an orderly tone.
The Empress Dowager's mother clan secretly wanted to strip him of his bones and eat his flesh, but they still wanted to treat him politely and respectfully.
He Weiwen's tongue touched the root of his teeth, and some violent and cruel killing intent surged in his heart, and his face became more gentle and gentle, "Oh? Isn't it good to be a queen? The emperor will treat you well."
"Bah." Across the black cloth, her words Bah brought the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, echoing in the empty cell.
When Qing Ruo was led into the prison cell, she was hiding in the dark. An execution had just ended, and three people, or three lumps of flesh, should no longer be called human beings.
He Weiwen really showed mercy to the four nuns.
In less than a stick of incense, the people in the torture room had already cleaned up the blood and meat. Their expressions were indifferent, and the brushes in their hands did not seem to be brushing blood. Their arms were strong and skillful, like in an inn, cleaning once a day health.
Qingruo swallowed very slightly, her translucent eyes still hid a bit of fear, and she was more self-centered, with her hands behind her back twisting the fabric of her back clothes, tightly pinching .
This kind of action seemed to give her courage, she spoke, her voice was firm and loud, and she uttered every word clearly, and she understood, "You have already given the emperor the drug to die, you want the throne, I just give it to you." Go to be cannon fodder, is he useful to me?"
He Weiwen didn't answer her. He glanced sideways at his subordinate, and a chair was brought over there immediately. He had an exclusive seat in the execution room.
The two subordinates carefully lifted the chair behind him, placing the chair lightly, and the heavy chair landed without any sound.
Qingruo stared at the dragon pattern carved on the chair, raised her finger and pointed at him with an excited expression, "You...you..." You didn't say a complete sentence for a long time, I don't know if it was because you were frightened into aphasia or really looking for it. Less than an adjective.
He Weiwen took the teacup handed over by his subordinate, raised it in the palm of his hand and gestured to her, "Do you need tea? Miss Hu."
Qing Ruo's gaze shifted from the dragon pattern to his cheek, then to the teacup in his hand, then looked at him, puffed up, "Yes, I need a chair, why should I drink tea standing up?"
Ask with confidence.
He Weiwen signaled his subordinates to bring her a chair to serve tea, and suddenly took a breath with some headaches, and frowned to cover it up by drinking tea with his head down.
Suddenly felt a little depressed, such an idiot Hu's family begged her to be the queen, wasn't she really mocking him on purpose
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really,
I don't know what is good or bad.
So stupid... I don't want to describe it.
—[Black box]