Just when Concubine Li drew her sword, someone outside shouted: "The Emperor is here!"
Concubine Li was still holding a sword in her hand, looking askance at Concubine Wan.
This scheming woman has indeed been waiting for this moment!
As soon as Jiang Yue came in, he saw Concubine Li who was full of anger and holding a bloody knife in her hand, staring at Wan Bin with a fierce look on her face.
"Wan Bin!" Jiang Yue was startled. He had just seen Concubine Wei being carried away. Wouldn't Wan Bin be chopped down by her as well
Concubine Li sneered and turned around, and Concubine Wan also stood up.
"Your Majesty, you are so partial! You don't care whether An'er's life or death is unknown. Your concubine is sitting right here, but you rushed over in a hurry! Your Majesty, I am really heartbroken!"
Concubine Li looked at Jiang Yue from a distance, feeling infinite disappointment in her heart.
This is the man she has loved and fought for for so many years!
Tears kept flowing from her eyes, and Concubine Li didn't even have the strength to wipe them away.
She walked down slowly and walked straight past Jiang Yue.
Even when Jiang Yue extended his hand, she ignored it.
My father used to say that the palace is a place that eats people. Except for your own children, you should not show any sincerity.
Now she finally understood what her father meant. It turned out that no matter how much the emperor pampered her, it was not love.
For some reason, she thought of Luo Chan, who was being favored now.
She has a higher status than any other woman in the harem, but Jiang Yue still refuses to let her give birth to a child.
Every time he went to bed, the Bizi soup was delivered to Luo Chan accurately.
Walking to the door of the house, Concubine Li looked at the falling snowflakes in the yard and suddenly felt an unprecedented coldness.
She walked step by step into the snow, turned her back to Jiang Yue, and said, "Your Majesty, I made a mistake and volunteered to accept the punishment, but please allow me to take good care of An'er before accepting the punishment?"
Jiang Yue walked to the door and wanted to walk over.
But he found that Concubine Li turned around, the tears on her face were not yet dry, but she bowed respectfully.
Seeing Concubine Li's appearance, Jiang Yue felt pain in his heart for no reason.
Thousands of words came out of my mouth, only turning into the word "good".
Concubine Li left, and Hanbing Palace became quiet.
Wanbi couldn't help but frown. With Concubine Li's move, she was afraid that she and Cheng'er would suffer.
In early December, there was a heavy snowfall in Beijing.
Wen Qingzhu stood on the turret of the palace, and at a glance, he saw endless white snow.
"Sister, come in, it's cold outside." Wen Mingxuan was wearing the clothes of an attendant, and he looked much more mature.
Wen Qingzhu was held by the hand and had to follow Wen Mingxuan in.
When they arrived at the house, Jiang Yuanhan had just finished painting a painting.
"Sister, come here and take a look. This is what I drew for you." Jiang Yuanhan put down his pen, picked up the drawing paper and walked over.
He held it upright in front of Wen Qingzhu.
Seeing this painting, Wen Qingzhu was slightly startled.
The ink in this painting is still wet, and it is a very simple ink painting.
Only a few strokes, but full of charm.
Wen Qingzhu subconsciously looked back at the door. She was standing at the turret just now.
Jiang Yuanhan painted her back standing in front of the railing, with an inscription next to it.
The implication is to wish Wen Qingzhu a hundred years of good health and eternal happiness.
She suddenly heard that Fu'er had promised her to give her a painting.
"Your Highness." Wen Qingzhu's eyes turned red and he was very moved. He subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Jiang Yuanhan's head.
"Sister!" Wen Mingxuan warned nervously when he saw that there were still palace servants waiting around.
Wen Qingzhu blinked, letting the tears dissipate as much as possible, and withdrew his hand.
Then he said respectfully: "Your Highness, I have overstepped my bounds."
Jiang Yuanhan felt very disappointed when he saw Wen Qingzhu's appearance.
He glanced at the palace servants with their heads lowered on the left and right. If he had known better, he would not have let them wait around.
My sister no longer dares to get close to me.
Shortly after sitting down, Concubine Wei sent someone to deliver some decoction.
Jiang Yuanhan finally found an opportunity, took the medicine bowl from the palace servant's hand, and personally delivered it to Wen Qingzhu: "Sister, drink it quickly and you'll get better soon!"
"Thank you, Your Highness." Wen Qingzhu went to receive the medicine bowl and touched Jiang Yuanhan's hand.
Finding that his hand was extremely cold, Wen Qingzhu immediately held his hand and asked seriously: "Your Highness! Why are your hands so cold?"
Then, she couldn't help but push Jiang Yuanhan to sit down and show him a look.
After careful diagnosis, Wen Qingzhu discovered that Jiang Yuanhan was caused by lack of sleep.
Wen Qingzhu looked up at the words on the table, then turned to ask Jiang Yuanhan: "Are you staying up late studying painting?"
Jiang Yuanhan lowered his head with guilt.
Wen Qingzhu held his hands tightly and said to him: "Yuanhan, you are different from others. You are the prince. You have your own responsibilities. If you don't think about me, you must also think about your mother and concubine and Mingxuan." Think about it, their future depends on you."
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Jiang Yuanhan's voice was very low, but he was very happy in his heart. His sister held his hand again.
Seeing Jiang Yuanhan like this, Wen Qingzhu softened his heart again, pulled him to sit down, and began to reason with him carefully.
Wen Mingxuan next to him felt strange, why was Jiang Yuanhan so happy
As soon as mid-December passed, news came from Prince Huai's Mansion that Concubine Wen had given birth to a grandson.
Jiang Yue was very happy after hearing this and immediately went to Prince Huai's Mansion to visit his grandson.
This time he also brought King Jing with him.
After receiving the news, Concubine Li from Chengming Palace sneered.
He turned around and asked Mrs. Jingyuan Hou to come into the palace to discuss the marriage with the Lei family.
It's just a grandson, born to a concubine, so he's not a concubine!
After the day passed, Jiang Yue summoned Hei Jiren.
That afternoon, Hei Jiren took a car to the door of Xue Mansion.
Wen Qingzhu was practicing calligraphy when he heard the servant's report. He was not surprised and immediately let Hei Jiren in.
She is Kuroji Ren who is waiting in the front hall.
But even here, Hei Jiren couldn't help but admire: "Miss Wen really has elegant taste. Look at the furnishings, look at the layout, everything is exquisite."
"Master Hei, please sit down." Wen Qingzhu did not reply, knowing that Hei Jiren had a special hobby.
I particularly like the teacher's style.
After sitting down, Green Tao served tea.
Just after tasting the tea, Hei Jiren was full of praise again: "Ms. Wen's life is really exquisite. She uses such good tea to entertain guests. I really admire her."
Wen Qingzhu smiled and said nothing, and just asked: "Then, Master Hei, what's the matter with coming here this time?"
Hei Jiren put down the tea cup and said with a slight smile: "Didn't Miss Wen guess it already? Why bother asking again?"
Wen Qingzhu withdrew his gaze, looked at the snowy scene outside the door, and said calmly: "Although I said that, if Lord Hei doesn't tell me in person, I don't know what to do. After all, the emperor didn't say anything about Concubine Li Guifei making such a big fuss. what."
After saying this, Wen Qingzhu looked at Hei Jiren with a serious look: "Aren't you worried that the Emperor will settle accounts in Qiu Shuo!"
"Miss Wen, don't worry. Your Majesty has your own concerns about Prince Ning and Prince Chu. I'm here now because of Lin Yushu's affairs. His Majesty said that you can go with him."
After Hei Jiren said the last sentence, the corner of his mouth curved in an evil arc.
This is what Wen Qingzhu has been waiting for.
On the next day, Wen Qingzhu followed Hei Jiren to Burial Dragon Mountain.
Arriving in front of the late emperor's mausoleum, Hei Jiren looked at the entrance and said, "Miss Wen, Imperial Physician Fang is not here, so I will trouble you this time."
"Okay." Wen Qingzhu responded and walked in without hesitation.
Arriving at the second floor of the mausoleum, the coffin prepared for Lin Yushu had been placed early.
At Hei Jiren's order, Lin Yushu was brought forward.
After taking off the blindfold, Lin Yushu looked at the coffin in front of him in horror and struggled to retreat.
But someone was holding her, and she couldn't move at all.
Hei Jiren glanced at Lin Yushu indifferently, then turned around and asked someone to bring up all the tools.
The table is set, and various knives, disinfectants, herbs, and mercury are ready to be placed on it.
"Miss Wen, please." Hei Jiren made a gesture and got out of the way.
Under Hei Jiren's command, Lin Yushu was crushed in front of Wen Qingzhu.
After forcing her to kneel down, Lin Yushu's entire head was fixed.
Wen Qingzhu looked at Lin Yushu and wanted to struggle, but the people holding her were sent by the emperor.
Lin Yushu had no chance to escape.
Wen Qingzhu turned around and picked up a sharp silver knife. As soon as he lifted it up, he could see the cold light shining on the tip of the knife.
Looking down at Lin Yushu, cold sweat began to flow on her forehead.
Wen Qingzhu sighed: "This is fate, you can't escape it."
She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then took the silver knife and started to act.
Combing Lin Yu's middle-parted scalp, the tip of the knife slowly slid from front to back, and a palm-long incision was made in the thin scalp.
The tip of the knife was already coated with a layer of hemostatic medicine, so no blood flowed out.
Wen Qingzhu used the tip of the knife to quickly open the skin on both sides of the wound. His precise technique and speed allowed the skin to be peeled off quickly.
Soon, someone handed me a pipe.
The mercury began to slowly pour into Lin Yushu's flesh and blood from both sides of the wound.
The huge pain made Lin Yushu howl in pain, but because her mouth was sealed, she could only hear whimpering cries.
The mercury went all the way down, slowly peeling off Lin Yushu's flesh and blood.
She didn't need to take action next, she just needed to ensure that Lin Yushu didn't die.
Slowly, Lin Yushu's eyes began to turn mercury silver, and his breathing became faster and faster.
When Lin Yushu was almost out of breath, Wen Qingzhu said: "Take out the mercury!"
The man standing next to him immediately began to pump back the mercury.
But Lin Yushu never made a sound again.
Wen Qingzhu closed his eyes and took out a silver needle to stimulate the acupuncture points where Lin Yu was combing his beard.
The consciousness still remaining in her body made her twitch.
When the mercury was slowly withdrawn, Lin Yushu's eyes became a little darker.
After a while, Wen Qingzhu said again: "Pour it in again."
It was as if the mercury was being poured in and taken out over and over again until the eyeballs completely turned silver-white.
At this moment, Lin Yushu looked like an exquisite porcelain doll.
No expression, but lifelike.
Wen Qingzhu used his hair to sew up Lin Yu's wounds.
Finally, he put down his tools and said, "We can dress her up and bury her."
Lin Yushu was carried away, and when she was leaving, Wen Qingzhu saw her eyes move.
Wen Qingzhu's face did not change color, and he looked back indifferently.
Three days after she was put in the coffin, Lin Yushu would slowly die.