Yanmenchun

At night, when the spring equinox was picking off Shen Tuchan's jewelry, she discovered that she had a jade ring on her hand.

She was a little puzzled, and when she reached out to help Shen Tuchan take it off, Shen Tuchan avoided it, which meant to wear it.

The spring equinox was startled for a moment, this jade ring is wide-faced, not the round ring that noble ladies often wear, only men's accessories are made of wide-faced.

Shen Tuchan's face was calm: "There is no need to keep watch, let's go down."

The mist all over the head of the spring equinox had to be suppressed, and he bowed and retreated.

Shen Tuchan lifted the bead curtain, took out a book from the narrow and crowded small bookshelf, and opened it gently, the sketches that were previously sandwiched inside became two.

A sketch of Yanmen Pass, and a blueprint with a red dot circled.

Shen Tuchan picked up a pen to connect the two circled red dots together, and then crossed them hard.

The Eleventh Prince and Li Jingshu would fight to the death without her doing anything, and what she had to do was to fuel the flames and kill Concubine Rong and Li Xiangshan as soon as possible.

It snowed a lot at night, and it was still falling at dawn, the ground was white, and the sky was gloomy.

Concubine Rong Gui just gave birth, screaming and being pressed on the bed by the maids, her voice was wrapped in snow in the warm palace.

Li Jingshu stood by the screen outside the inner room, with an imperceptible smile on her face.

When the maids brought out the dead fetus in a basin, Li Jingshu glanced lightly at the lump of flesh and blood.

She went back to Hanyuxuan, changed her clothes, and went to see the emperor. She worriedly told about the miscarriage, and said, "Auntie must be depressed. Can Your Majesty comfort Auntie, even though my cousin has made such a big mistake?" It's a matter, but the king still has to be named, what does your majesty think?"

The emperor has already blamed Concubine Rong's miscarriage on the eleventh prince, but this matter cannot be made public. The prince's murder of his mother and brother will be reviled by thousands of people, and the emperor will also be suspected of treating the prince's upbringing and himself virtue.

It cannot be said publicly, but private suppression must be done.

It's okay to make the king, the emperor originally planned to make the eleventh prince the king of Chu, but now he has changed his mind.

He wrote three characters on rice paper.

Chen, Han, Lu.

Li Jingshu took a look and laughed in her heart. These are all unpopular titles. Since the founding of the Great Jin Dynasty, there has only been one King Chen, which is still extremely unfavorable.

This has actually shown the emperor's attitude. A favorite concubine is a favorite concubine, and the crown prince's position as heir is very stable. Unless there is rebellion, the eleventh prince will not be able to turn in any case.

The emperor seemed to be staring at those three words with some hesitation, and moved the pen in his hand, but did not put it down.

The light in Li Jingshu's eyes turned cold, and she went up to hold the emperor's hand, her voice becoming more and more gentle: "Your Majesty, although my cousin made some mistakes, but the crime is not so far, the title of king is a big matter, it is not easy to seal these few An ordinary title."

After speaking, he sighed again.

The emperor was shocked by this sigh.

At a young age, the eleventh prince has already started to eliminate dissidents before he was crowned king. In the future, his wings will gradually flourish, and he doesn't know how ambitious he still is.

He looked up at Li Jingshu: "I have made up my mind, which of these three titles do you think is suitable?"

Li Jingshu seemed to be very hesitant. She walked back and forth three times before pointing to one of the characters: "Your Majesty wrote the word 'Chen' first, and I thought it was appropriate."

The emperor stared at the word "Chen" for a while, and Li Jingshu's nervous palms were about to sweat.

After a while, the emperor called Gao Yongyi who was outside Hou loudly.

"Confer the eleventh prince, Jiang Zhao, as King Chen, and propose a decree to bestow the title!"

When the dust settled, Li Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief. She was really worried that the emperor would suddenly change his mind.

Now, she can tell her father and aunt in person that the cousin they depend on and put countless hopes on is only King Chen.

A mere King Chen.

After Shen Tuchan sat down, Princess Baoqing saw the jade ring on her hand.

The ring was probably a little bigger, with some red thread wrapped around it.

But this couldn't stop Princess Baoqing from seeing that it belonged to Jiang Lan, and she looked at Shen Tuchan teasingly.

Shen Tuchan turned a blind eye to her eyes.

The maid came up and said softly: "Princess, there is news from the palace."

"Concubine Rong's concubine has lost her baby, and the eleventh prince has appointed King Chen."

Princess Baoqing caressed her pregnant belly: "Prince Chen, it is suitable."

After all, she was pregnant, so she had some sympathy for the first thing.

Shen Tuchan dropped the chess piece in her hand on the chessboard, the winner was already divided on the chessboard, she lost, but she smiled and said, "It's really pitiful."

It seemed to be a sigh, but I don't know if it was talking about Concubine Rong Gui or King Chen.

When Song Jinghong came over, he heard such a sentence.

Shen Tuchan smiled at her when she saw her, and Song Jinghong sat down beside Princess Baoqing.

Shen Tuchan held Jiang Lan's jade ring in the hand holding the tea bowl. After all, Song Jinghong had other thoughts about King Yan in the past, so she knew him well. The sourness of the tea came out again like the bubbles on the surface of the tea.

Princess Baoqing seemed to feel something, and turned to look at her.

Shen Tuchan didn't seem to notice the torrent.

Princess Baoqing planned to teach this unclear cousin a lesson, and looked at Shen Tuchan with a smile: "Achan, how did King Wei die?"

Shen Tuchan put down the teacup in her hand, and looked at Song Jinghong with a smile: "Princess, it's a willow disease."

Song Jinghong suddenly stood up from the chair, she overturned the teacup on the table, the tea was dripping, and the bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

Almost instantly, Xi Ling stopped in front of Princess Baoqing to prevent the broken porcelain from splashing on her.

Song Jinghong looked at Shen Tuchan in shock, his eyes seemed to eat people: "What did you say?"

Shen Tuchan's complexion remained unchanged, and she looked at her with a smile: "Flowers, willows, illnesses."

These words spit out of her mouth like a knife.

Song Jinghong only felt a breath in her throat, and began to quickly recall the last time she had contact with King Wei.

Several maids came quickly to clean up the broken porcelain, Shen Tuchan got up to make room for the maids, and smiled at the little maid who came to help her.

Then he looked up at Song Jinghong: "Miss Song, if you care about it, it will be messed up. If you are contaminated, how can we let you get along with Baoqing?"

Song Jinghong's heart fell down like jumping off a cliff, she let out the breath hanging in her throat heavily, and looked at Shen Tuchan with some horror.

Shen Tuchan still had a smile on her face, but Song Jinghong now felt that there was a beast lying under that smile, which might swallow her at any time.

Princess Baoqing was very satisfied with the effect, and said with a smile: "Cousin, it is said that when King Wei died, he was festered and died. He didn't die from festering. He couldn't bear the festering, so he cut his own flesh with broken porcelain pieces. Throat dead."

She has been with Shen Tuchan for a long time, and she also likes to talk like this, no matter how frightening the words are, she will say them calmly.

For those who lose on the chessboard, their resistance is like ants shaking a tree.

Shen Tuchan never believed that reason could educate people, if reason could educate all living beings, many people would die less in the world, and the people who died in Mobei alone could fill a city.

Only fear can educate people, especially people like Song Jinghong.

He who is not afraid either wins or dies.