The punishment of the female imperial court

After saying it, everyone understood it.

"Actually, it's just a trick played by children." Yu Qiansi looked at the people who had just been searching for scriptures and articles stayed in place, and said calmly: "If someone understands the stars, it is not difficult to find them. A suitable opportunity for Yuehong to appear."

As long as the moon position is low and there is rain in the relative position of the moon, it is easy to see a moonbow.

There are countless positions of the lower moon every year. Next, as long as someone who knows how to astrologically calculate a night with no wind and rain and dim stars, everything will fall into place.

In fact, days like this are not uncommon in this southerly place. However, most people work hard, and no one will stay up all night and stare at the night sky. Therefore, the chance of seeing the moon rainbow is small.

And the so-called coincidental dreams are even more unfashionable tricks.

The well-known good people around the Seven Buddhas City are pious and difficult to bribe, but because of their piety, they are easily misled.

As long as you find a way to give them some medicinal and dietary supplements that have a soothing effect, and then find a maid or servant to bribe them, and chant some words to this person while they sleep, they will naturally have some vague dreams related to this.

"Ah? Isn't this too simple?" Shang Fu was shocked.

"Of course, what I just said is only the first step." Yu Qiansi was already used to Shang Fu interrupting her, and continued: "How many people can pat their chests and guarantee that they can remember every dream clearly? A vague dream will naturally not be taken to heart by a sleeping person, and maybe it will be forgotten as soon as you wake up."

This brings us to the second step.

In addition to asking the bribed servant to repeat the first step, some introductions need to be given in daily life.

"I understand, I understand!" Shang Fu exclaimed again: "It's like I've been dreaming about Mrs. Sun from Yuegui Fong recently. She's worth too much, and I don't have enough money to see her often. I have something to think about -" Shang Fu planned to talk a lot, but when he met a familiar and cold look in the crowd, he shuddered and swallowed the rest of his words.

Everyone had long been accustomed to Shang Fu's unattractive appearance, and no one noticed that someone in the crowd lightly raised his eyelids and stared at him, then lowered his head and followed the elder in a gesture of humility.

However, although the merchant boy went too far, everyone understood what he said.

If you put some Buddha statues or find someone to talk to about good omens, it will definitely lead the person to reminisce. In this way, they think about it every day and dream about it at night. It is not difficult for them to firmly believe that their dreams are a good omen.

Because of their devout beliefs, these people will also feel that this is a great honor, and subconsciously they will feel that these things are more true than false. When several people add up, they will find that each other has had such a dream recently, and they will be even more convinced.

Wang Song's knuckled hands hung in his sleeves, but he clenched them tightly. I don't know whether it was to suppress the excruciating pain that traveled deep into the bone marrow all over my body, or to hide the coldness in my heart.

Some people started planning a month or two ago.

"Yes, someone started planning a month or two ago." Yu Qiansi nodded and said: "In this way, as long as we know the time of His Majesty's trip this morning, and then release the news in advance to let the believers and pilgrims gather in advance, we can Let Mingxuan take the opportunity to say something, so that the Dharma conference has to start early."

Yu Qiansi and Wang Song exchanged a look.

The depth of this person's planning is beyond anyone's reach.

Looking back, this trip was due to strange things happening in the palace late at night, and rumors spread among the people. The emperor had no idea why he had to go to the imperial mausoleum, and he tried every possible means to make such arrangements.

But now it seems that the informants within the Imperial Guard have been laid in place for a long time, and the arrangements for the Seven Buddha City naturally take longer.

It’s really like a mantis stalking a cicada, all linked together. I don't know if this time, the saint is better, or the mastermind behind the scenes has a plan.

Wang Song looked at the courtiers and saw that they all looked like they didn't quite believe what A Si said, but he understood that they just couldn't accept it for the moment. Give them some more time, and these old foxes will naturally think through all the joints in this matter. Wang Song only felt the pain that he had just suppressed all over his body, flooding up like waves. Each huge wave was an uncontrollable pain. The pain surged, and his vision blurred.

He pinched his Jingming point with his fingers and closed his eyes.

Recently, my vision has become blurry when I was suffering from poisonous symptoms.

His time is running out.

But now is not the time to be distracted by thinking about this.

Always solve the immediate problem first.

What is the purpose of the people behind the scenes doing this?
Often, he stands at the gathering place of power and works backwards, and it is not difficult to figure out the tricks and plans of various families and clans.

But this time, just like his gradually deteriorating eyes, he couldn't see who the other person was, let alone figure out the other person's intentions.

"Everything will fall into place." The familiar Qingyue voice beside him was also coming closer and further away. He heard Yu Qiansi ask confidently: "Do you think so? Abbot Mingjing."

Ming Jing seemed to be smiling, but still looked aloof from the mortal world, lowering his eyes and saying nothing.

Yu Qiansi was waiting for further questioning when he heard movement behind him.

Counting the time, it was time for the few Imperial Guardsmen who went to explore the road to return.

Everyone saw Yu Qiansi turning around and looked over together. But all he saw was Chou Er, covered in blood, crawling out of the dark hole with difficulty.

"Master Jade"

Seeing this, Suan Zhuo hurriedly stepped forward to help Ding Er up together, while the other Wuya guard Shudu immediately drew his sword on guard and stared at the dark entrance of the cave.

"Master Jade" Ding Er was brought in front of Yu Qiansi. He was seriously injured. There were stab wounds all over his body. The heaviest knife fell on his back, from the left waist and abdomen to the right shoulder. The skin and flesh were opened, and it was terrible to see.

When he finally saw the injury clearly, his thin lips pursed into a thin line. He looked up at Yu Qiansi, and what he wanted to say was self-evident.

This injury, naturally recognized by those in charge of punishment, was caused by the knife that Boyi always carried.

Boyi's plain sword was simple and low-key, and no one in the criminal department had ever seen him draw it. Once, several Wuya guards gathered together to bet that Boyi's knife was not sharpened.

Those people were drunk after leaving the office, and Boyi, who was chatting and laughing with them on weekdays, took advantage of him and pulled out the sword from his waist, and then saw the inconspicuous horizontal sword. The cold light is dazzling and absolutely extraordinary.

With a wave of his hand, he has the appearance of breaking the wind.

Boyi was deceived by them in the name of Yu Qiansi, so he gave them an opportunity. When he saw that his sword was taken away, he reached out to get it. But after the man drank wine and saw the sword again, he naturally didn't want to let go and started swinging it wildly while he was drunk. One of them threw the knife out without holding it steady, scratching another who was watching the fun while drunk.

At that time, the wound was just like the wound on Chouji's body today. (End of chapter)