The Imperial City of Beijing, now the Forbidden City. Qianqing Palace went out of the palace gate to the west, and the first palace of the West Sixth Palace was Yongshou Palace.

Empress Yang has been living here since she was favored. With her palace fighting level, even if she was crowned queen, she did not live in the Qianqing Palace. She knows the status of the former queen in the heart of the Son of Yongzhi.

A large number of elite soldiers passed through the Yongshou Gate and poured into the Yongshou Palace. The night sky is dark, and the torches are lit, reflecting the majestic and gorgeous temples and heavy eaves and corners.

Unlike the crown prince's coup d'état thirteen years ago, Jia Huan's army was very sudden! Emperor Yongzhi ordered the defenders everywhere to stick to the passes and city walls, intending to transfer the Beijing camp into the city to quell the rebellion. And the checkpoints and palace gates in the imperial city are only garrisoned by standing troops. This is simply not able to withstand the attack of the Shule army!

Surrounded by the guards, Jia Huan walked through the small square in front of the palace and went straight to the palace.

In the Yongshou Palace, several palace lights in the corner of the wall are dim. Dozens of eunuchs and palace maids knelt in the hall of Yongshou Palace, trembling, silent! In the past, the eunuchs and palace maids in the Yongshou Palace were superior to others. However, at this time, the old order of power has collapsed! In the new order, Jia Huan is undoubtedly the one who stands at the top!

The dormitory on the west side is brightly lit. Empress Yang sat in a wide collapsed chair, wearing a long lake-green dress. A thirty-seven-year-old beauty, like a woman in her early thirties, has a delicate and flawless face and snow-white skin. The body is plump, the snow peaks are tall, graceful and beautiful. She hugged King Yong and sobbed, and the four palace maids served aside.

"Jia Envoy Jun, Yuan'er has no threat to King Yan! Don't..."

Empress Yang gently let go of King Yong, got up from the collapsed chair, took two steps forward, knelt on the ground, and said. Tears flowed down her beautiful beauty. She knew very well what Jia Huan meant.

Jia Huan's slogan for raising troops tonight is: Qingjun side, Liyan King! And what about her son? The news of Xiyuan has arrived: Jia Huan led the army to attack Xiyuan. The situation of the Son of Heaven can be imagined.

The four palace maids knelt down in unison. The guards quickly dispersed to search and control the dormitory.

Jia Huan looked at Queen Yang, who was kneeling on the carpet two meters away. This is the first time he has seen the true face of Empress Yang!

The goose egg face is fair and feminine, and the facial features are exquisite. Ice clear jade. A peerless beauty! The appearance is better than that of the princess Uniri of the Western Regions. It's a stunner!

No wonder, the Son of Yongzhi will ignore public opinion and material opinions, put her in the harem, and finally make her the queen!

Jia Huan looked at Empress Yang calmly. He had already sent someone to Yuanchun's Fengzao Palace to ask someone to confirm whether the boy that Empress Yang was holding was Ning Yuan, King Yong! Li Dai Taozhuang, the orphan of the Zhao family, this kind of thing will not appear here with him!

Some things are inevitable!

First, King Ruoyong will not die. In the order of succession to the throne of the Zhou Dynasty, it was higher than that of King Yan. What will the courtiers choose? King Yong will become a banner that gathers people's hearts! Jingzhong is often a talented person! careless, they will eventually lose Maicheng. Only the dead cannot be resurrected! He is responsible for his followers, his family!

Second, what causes are sown, and what results are obtained! When Prince Jia died, Empress Yang was responsible! His eldest sister's heart-wrenching suffering, who can only find a moment of peace in the Buddha hall all day long?

Empress Yang sobbed, walked to Jia Huan on her knees, looked up at her jade face, and pleaded softly: "Envoy, please..., let Yuan'er go!" Now that the Son of Heaven is dead, the concubine, as the queen, is willing to cooperate with you to support the King of Yan! Please. ”

In January, after Zhang Anbo, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, was imprisoned, the king of Shu conveyed Jia Huan's request: when the Son of Heaven died, Jia Huan sent someone to assassinate the king of Jin, and King Yong ascended the throne. In exchange for her to protect Zhang Ambo and Jia Huan in front of the Son of Heaven.

She finally listened to the advice of Yuan'er's teacher, Yin Yan of the Ministry of Rites, and broke the agreement. did not intercede for Zhang Anbo in front of the Son of Heaven. Zhang Anbo was finally killed! The Son of Heaven also expressed murderous intent towards Jia Huan.

Who would have thought that Jia Huan would rebel tonight? If she had known that Jia Huan had such power, why would she bother? According to the agreement reached with Jia Huan, what resistance is there to Yuan'er's ascension to the throne? At this time, she regretted it very much!

Jia Huan was noncommittal.

Empress Yang took two more steps forward to her knees, pulled the corner of Jia Huan's clothes, and sobbed softly: "Envoy, Yuan'er can leave the capital, so that you can ensure that he will not pose a threat to the throne." The posture of the concubine is thin and willow, if the concubine is interested, the concubine is willing to serve tea for the king. ”

Be reasonable, add dedication.

Jia Huan looked at Yang Yanyan who was kneeling at his feet. From his angle, looking down at her, he could glimpse the snow-white skin under her neckline, and the snowy peaks that looked trembling and tall from this angle. It can be imagined that the scenery under the long skirt of the lake green is so charming!

Empress Yang said that serving tea actually meant serving him. As long as he wants, he can do whatever he wants to this queen of the world! Enjoy the style of a mature beauty with grace and dignity and peerless elegance.

With the status and identity of Empress Yang, how many men in the world can refuse?

Jia Huan pursed his lips lightly and refused: "Has the queen forgotten how Prince Jia died?" I'm his uncle! ”

Empress Yang was stunned. Old things come to mind.

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At this time, Li Wei, the great eunuch beside Jia Yuanchun, quickly came in from outside the Yongshou Palace, knelt behind Jia Huan, and bowed: "Slave and maid see the third master." The voice was full of kindness, trepidation and excitement!

panicked, because Jia Huan rebelled, and the future was uncertain. The excitement is because in the past six years, the humiliation and hatred of the master can finally be washed away! On the same day, Prince Jia died young, although the third master came back from Jiangnan and cut down Liu Guozhong!

But the mastermind behind the scenes, he and his master both think that she is the beautiful woman in front of you! No one is stupid!

Jia Huan stood in the middle of the palatial dormitory, with a tall posture. At his feet was the distracted Empress Yang, who did not look back, his expression was calm, and said, "Get up!" ”

Li Wei got up and stepped forward to recognize it as King Yong. Jia Huan made a gesture. Gao Zizhong took two personal soldiers forward to take King Yong away. Empress Yang cried bitterly, "Yuan'er..."

Jia Huan left his guards to watch Queen Yang. Turn around and leave Yongshou Palace, go to Fengzao Palace, and see Jia Yuanchun!

On March 16, the fifteenth year of Yongzhi, the four-month-old Prince Jia died in Fengzao Palace. Behind the scenes: Queen Yang!

Now, he's done with this old adulthood! I will inform my eldest sister Yuanchun in the future.

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Fengzao Palace is located in the East Sixth Palace. In the early hours of the night, the palace is brightly lit. In fact, since Jia Huan entered the palace, the concubines in the entire harem have all stood up and waited anxiously for the final result.

Since the death of Prince Jia, Jia Yuanchun has set up a Buddhist hall in Fengzao Palace. At this moment, she is in the Buddha hall, kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, silently reciting the Heart Sutra and the Diamond Sutra.

She was wearing a moon-white palace dress, nearly thirty years old, still with a flower and moon appearance, with the grace and luxury infiltrated by the century-old family. It's just that her expression is cold, and it is a numbness after extreme pain.

Jia Huan crossed the Qianqing Palace, went to the Fengzao Palace, looked at Yuan Chun's back at the door of the Buddha Hall, his mood was agitated, pity, restraint, and said: "Big sister..."