When Li Guifei just drew her sword, someone outside shouted: "The emperor has arrived!" ”

Li Guifei was still carrying a sword in her hand, squinting and waiting for the concubine.

This scheming woman is really waiting for this moment!

As soon as Jiang Yue came in, he saw Concubine Li Guifei, who was full of anger and holding a bloody knife in her hand, staring at Concubine Wan with a fierce face.

"Concubine!" Jiang Yue was taken aback, just saw that Concubine Wei was carried away, Concubine Wan wouldn't be cut by her, right?

Concubine Li sneered and turned around, and Concubine Wan also stood up.

"Your Majesty, you are so partial! An'er's life and death are unknown, you don't care, your concubine is sitting here in a good manner, but you rushed over in a hurry! Your Majesty, I'm really cold! ”

Li Guifei looked at Jiang Yue from afar, and infinite disappointment swelled in her heart.

This is the man she has loved and fought for so many years!

Tears kept flowing out of her eyes, and Li Guifei didn't even have the strength to wipe them.

She walked down slowly and walked straight past Jiang Yue's side.

Even Jiang Yue stretched out his hand, but she directly ignored it.

In the past, my father said that the palace was a place to eat people, and he should not let out any sincerity except for his own children.

Now she finally understands what her father meant, it turns out that no matter how much the emperor spoils himself, it is not love.

I don't know why, she thought of Luo Cicada, who is now being favored.

The status is higher than any woman in the harem, but Jiang Yue still refuses to let her give birth to a child.

Every time he went to bed, the soup was delivered to Luo Chan accurately.

Walking to the door of the house, Concubine Li looked at the snowflakes in the yard, and suddenly felt an unprecedented cold.

She walked into the snow step by step, turned her back to Jiang Yue, and said, "Your Majesty, the concubine is wrong and voluntarily accepts the punishment, but please allow the concubine to take care of An'er before receiving the punishment?" ”

Jiang Yue walked to the door and wanted to walk over.

found that Li Guifei turned around, the tears on her face had not dried, but she bowed respectfully.

Looking at Li Guifei's appearance, Jiang Yue felt a pain in his heart for no reason.

When a thousand words arrived at the exit, they only became a "good" word.

Concubine Li Guifei left, and the Han Bing Hall quieted down.

Concubine Wan couldn't help frowning, Concubine Li came to make such a move, but she was afraid that she and Cheng'er would suffer.

In the capital at the beginning of December, it snowed heavily.

Wen Qingzhu stood on the corner tower of the palace, and at a glance, it was snow-capped and boundless.

"Sister, come in, it's cold outside." Wen Mingxuan was wearing the clothes of a scholar, and the whole person looked a lot more mature.

Wen Qingzhu was held by the hand, so he had to follow Wen Mingxuan in.

When he arrived at the house, Jiang Yuanhan had just finished drawing a picture.

"Sister, come and see, this is what I painted you." Jiang Yuanhan put down his pen, picked up the drawing paper and walked over.

held it upright in front of Wen Qingzhu.

Seeing this painting, Wen Qingzhu was slightly stunned.

The ink of this painting has not dried, and it is a very simple ink painting.

There are only a few strokes, but they are very charming.

Wen Qingzhu subconsciously glanced back at the door, she was standing on the corner tower 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 health and happiness.

She suddenly sounded, Fu'er had promised her to give her a painting.

"Your Highness." Wen Qingzhu's eyes were red, and he was very moved, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Jiang Yuanhan's head.

"Sister!" Wen Mingxuan saw that there were still palace people waiting around, and reminded him nervously.

Wen Qingzhu blinked, letting the tears dissipate as much as possible, and withdrew his hand.

Only then did he say respectfully: "Your Highness, it is the courtiers who have exceeded the rules." ”

Jiang Yuanhan was very disappointed when he saw Wen Qingzhu's appearance.

He glanced at the palace people who were bowing their heads left and right, and he knew that he wouldn't let them serve left and right.

My sister didn't dare to get close to her.

Soon after sitting down, Concubine Wei sent someone to bring the decoction.

Jiang Yuanhan finally found an opportunity, took the medicine bowl in the hands of the palace people, and personally delivered it to Wen Qingzhu: "Sister, drink it quickly, you can get it quickly!" ”

"Thank you, Your Highness." Wen Qingzhu went to pick up the medicine bowl and touched Jiang Yuanhan's hand.

Finding that his hand was extremely cold, Wen Qingzhu immediately held his hand and asked solemnly, "Your Highness!" Why are your hands so cold? ”

Then, she couldn't help but sit down with Jiang Yuanhan and showed him.

After a careful diagnosis, Wen Qingzhu found that Jiang Yuanhan was caused by lack of sleep.

Wen Qingzhu looked up at the words on the table, turned his head and asked Jiang Yuanhan: "Are you staying up all night learning to paint?" ”

Jiang Yuanhan lowered his head weakly.

Wen Qingzhu held his hands tightly and said to him: "Yuanhan, you are different from others, you are a prince, you have your own responsibilities, don't think about it, but also think about your mother and Mingxuan, they will depend on you in the future." ”

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Jiang Yuanhan's voice was very low, but he was very happy in his heart, and his sister shook his hand again.

Seeing Jiang Yuanhan like this, Wen Qingzhu relented again, pulled him to sit down, and began to reason with him carefully.

Wen Mingxuan next to him felt very strange, why was Jiang Yuanhan so happy?

As soon as the middle of December passed, news came from the Huai Palace, and Concubine Wen gave birth to a grandson.

Jiang Yue was very happy when he heard this, and immediately went to the Huaiwang Mansion to visit his grandson.

This time he also brought King Jing with him. Baiyue

After Concubine Li Guifei of Chengming Palace got the news, she couldn't stop sneering.

turned his head and let Mrs. Jingyuan enter the palace to discuss the family affairs with the Lei family.

It's just a grandson, or a side concubine, that's not a concubine!

After this day passed, Jiang Yue summoned Hei Jiren.

In the afternoon of the same day, Hei Jiren took a car to the gate of Xue's mansion.

Wen Qingzhu was originally practicing calligraphy, and when he heard the report from his subordinates, he was not surprised, and immediately let Hei Jiren in.

She is the Hei Jiren who is entertained in the front room.

But even here, Hei Jiren couldn't help but admire: "Miss Wen is really tasteful, look at the decorations, look at this arrangement, which place is exquisite." ”

"Kuro-sama, please be seated." Wen Qingzhu didn't reply, knowing that Hei Jiren had a special habit.

I also especially like the teacher's style.

After sitting down, the green pottery served tea.

As soon as he tasted this tea, Hei Jiren was full of praise again: "Miss Wen is really exquisite this day, and she really admires and admires the guests with such good tea." ”

Wen Qingzhu smiled and didn't say anything, only asked, "Then may I ask Lord Hei to come over this time, what's the matter?" ”

Hei Jiren put down the teacup and smiled slightly: "Didn't Miss Wen guess it a long time ago?" Why bother? ”

Wen Qingzhu retracted his gaze, looked at the snow scene outside the door, and said lightly: "Although I said that, but Lord Hei didn't tell me personally, I don't know the bottom of my heart, after all, Concubine Li Guifei made such a big move, and the emperor didn't say anything." ”

After saying this, Wen Qingzhu looked at Hei Jiren with heavy eyes: "Isn't this worried about the emperor's autumn harvest and settling accounts!" ”

"This Miss Wen don't worry, the matter between King Ning and King Chu, Your Majesty has your own plans in your heart, this official is here now for the matter of Lin Yucomb, Your Majesty said, let you go together."

After Hei Jiren finished the last sentence, the corners of his mouth hooked an evil arc.

Wen Qingzhu was waiting for this time.

On the second day, Wen Qingzhu rushed to Burial Dragon Mountain with Hei Jiren.

When he arrived at the mausoleum of the first emperor, Hei Jiren looked at the entrance and said, "Miss Wen, Imperial Doctor Fang is not here, so I will trouble you this time." ”

"Okay." Wen Qingzhu responded and walked in without hesitation.

When I arrived at the second floor of the mausoleum, the coffin prepared for Lin Yucomb was set up early.

Under Hei Jiren's order, Lin Yucomb was brought to him.

After unbuttoning the blindfold, Lin Yucomb 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 Yucomb indifferently, turned his head and asked people to bring up all the tools.

The table was set up, all kinds of knives were used to disinfect the herbs, and the mercury was 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 Yucomb was overwhelmed by Wen Qingzhu.

After kneeling down with her, Lin Yu's entire head was fixed.

Wen Qingzhu looked at Lin Yucomb and wanted to struggle, but the people who escorted her were all sent by the emperor.

Lin Yucomb had no chance to escape.

Wen Qingzhu turned his hand and picked up a pointed silver knife, and as soon as he lifted it, he could see the cold light flickering on the tip of the knife.

Looking down at Lin Yucomb, cold sweat began to flow from her forehead.

Wen Qingzhu sighed: "This is fate, you can't escape." ”

She took a deep breath to calm herself down, and began to work with the silver knife.

According to Lin Yu's comb in the middle of the scalp, the tip of the knife slowly slid from front to back, and a thin layer of scalp was cut open with a palm-length opening.

The tip of the knife was already coated with a layer of hemostatic medicine, so no blood came out.

Wen Qingzhu quickly picked off the flesh on both sides of the wound with the tip of the knife, and the precise technique and speed allowed the flesh to be quickly peeled off.

Soon, someone next to me handed a tube over.

Mercury began to slowly pour from both sides of the wound into Lin Yucomb's flesh.

The great pain made Lin Yucomb howl in pain, but because her mouth was sealed, she could only hear a whimpering cry.

The mercury went all the way down, slowly peeling off Lin Yucomb's flesh and blood.

Next, she doesn't need to do anything, just need to ensure that Lin Yucomb doesn't die.

Slowly, Lin Yucomb's eyes began to turn silvery, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

When Lin Yucomb was about to run out of breath, Wen Qingzhu said, "Pull out the mercury!" ”

The man standing next to him immediately began to pump mercury back.

But Lin Yucomb no longer had a voice.

Wen Qingzhu closed his eyes and took out a silver needle to stimulate Lin Yu's acupuncture points.

The consciousness that remained in her body made her twitch a little.

When the mercury was slowly pulled out, Lin Yucomb's eyes became a little deeper.

After a while, Wen Qingzhu said again: "Pour it in again." ”

It was as if the mercury had been poured in and pulled out over and over again, and I knew that the eyeballs had completely turned silvery white.

At this moment, Lin Yucomb is like a delicate porcelain doll.

No looks, but lifelike.

Wen Qingzhu used his hair to comb Lin Yu to mend the wound.

Finally, after putting down the tools, he said, "You can change her clothes and dress up and bury her." ”

Lin Yucomb was carried away, and when she was leaving, Wen Qingzhu saw her eyes move.

Wen Qingzhu's face did not change color, and he retracted his gaze indifferently.

Three days after she was put in the coffin, Lin Yucomb slowly died.