Gong fight?Niang Niang, she dominated the cold palace by farming

Chapter 127 Chapter 127

It was already the end of March when the prodigal servant returned to the capital.

Song Qingzhai stationed his soldiers outside Beijing, brought only a few relatives into Beijing, and went straight to Xu Garden.

The people he left still guarded Xu Garden, and the outsiders were not allowed to enter, but the inside was desolate.

Song Qingzhai went in and turned around, and his chest was filled with anger.

He knew that Xu Ji spent a lot of effort in transforming a desolate cold palace into a paradise. If he hadn't been forced to rush, how could he be willing to give up?

The felled fruit trees, severed flower vines, cut off roads... all of them showed Xu Ji's anger.

Xu Ji said: I am not, I did not, I did not do it.

Guo Shun: The slave is charged with the crime, and the slave is made to do it.

Song Qingzhai has been to the underground warehouse more than once, so he remembers the location very clearly. At this moment, the area has completely collapsed and been dug into a mess. It was Zhou Qi who vented his anger after confirming that there was nothing in it.

Many buildings in the northwest have collapsed, and there are large cracks in the walls.

The composting place was even more horrible. After the explosion and fire, the filth was basically burned out, and the ground was scorched black. The nearby breeding bureau was also affected, and all the buildings were turned into ruins.

Where can I still see the slightest appearance of the past?
Song Qingzhai's anger grew stronger, and at the same time, he knew Xu Ji's strong temper: he would rather destroy his own things than give them up to others, especially those who deliberately made things difficult for him.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and called the hidden guard Zhong Ying who was staying here.

Zhong Ying had a smile on her face, "My lord, when the county master left, he took away all the things that could be taken away here, and Eunuch Guo asked us to help destroy the things that could not be taken away. to what extent.

"Say it's nothing good for the mother and son!"

Song Qingzhai nodded slightly, "Ah Qi never suffered a loss, did he?"

"Just don't worry, my lord," Zhong Ying said with a smile, "The county lord is not willing to suffer! Before leaving, he even cheated the queen mother and His Majesty!
"The subordinate once dressed up as a eunuch and entered the palace with the county lord, and the county lord borrowed a treasure from that crazy lady as bait, and let us go to Ganquan Palace and steal a Luban lock to get out.

"What's in the lock, the subordinates don't know, and dare not ask.

"Then the county lord led us to sneak into the palace again, not only stole the mad lady's belongings, but also stole some treasures from their private treasury.

"However, they are really shameless, even claiming that all private treasuries have been stolen!
"At that time, only the county master went in alone. How much can the county master, a slender young girl, bring out?"

While talking, he rolled his big eyes, and remembered that the queen mother and His Majesty are the prince's own mother and brother after all, and it was very disrespectful for him to do so, so he lowered his head in embarrassment and stopped talking.

Song Qingzhai sneered: "Many acts of unrighteousness will result in self-death, even if someone really empties their private treasury, they deserve it!"

The national treasury is empty, and they can't even pay for the military pay, and they can still maintain their private treasury!

He walked out of Xu Garden, let out a long breath, looked up at the sky, the sky was as clear as blue, without a cloud, the jade was clear, and the court was filthy!

In this world, how can the mountains and rivers bought by countless clanks and iron bones be destroyed by the hands of idiots!

He withdrew his gaze, strode away from Xu Garden, and headed straight for the palace.Because Zhou Qituo was sick and did not go to court, he naturally "couldn't" return his military power.

If he doesn't give it, who dares to ask for it?
(End of this chapter)