Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 399: What is it like to be cuckolded by the emperor?
The wind from the corner tower chills people’s hearts.

A lamp that keeps on burning can eliminate human desires.

The doors and windows of the Funing Palace were closed, and the candles lined up along the walls lit up the hall as if it were daytime.

The queen was wearing a loose black robe and lying on a table covered with brocade. In front of her was a sky-blue glazed wine jug, which reflected an oily glow under the candlelight.

She had an indifferent face and indifferent eyes, which radiated an indifferent light. She drank up the wine in the small round cup of sky blue glaze that came with the wine pot in one gulp, and then reached for the wine pot in front of her. Unexpectedly, she grabbed nothing. Two wine pots appeared in her field of vision, slowly separating and then slowly coming together.

The queen shook her head to get rid of some of the drunkenness in her brain. After making sure her vision was no longer blurry, she reached out for the jug again. This time, she succeeded. However, to her disappointment, the jug was very light and seemed empty.

She raised it up in disbelief, tilted her head back and opened her mouth to the bottle mouth, shaking her hand again and again.

No.

There is really not a drop left.

"No more wine, no more wine... Cui Xi, Cui Xi..."

No one answered the palace maid's call.

"Cao Jing, Cao Jing..."

No one responded when I called the eunuch.

"A bunch of useless things."

The queen cursed angrily, took off the wine gourd hanging on her waist, opened the lid, and gulped down two mouthfuls.

"Empress, drinking alone is boring. How about I drink a few glasses with you?"

When the strange voice entered her ears, the queen's first reaction was that she was drunk. But when a figure walked up to her, sat cross-legged, snatched the wine gourd from her hand, raised it to her mouth and took a big sip, she was stunned.

Ah……

"The wine in this palace is stronger and more fragrant than the wine outside."

The queen shook her head again and again, rubbed her eyes again and again, and squeezed out the drunkenness in her head again and again. She found that the figure opposite was still there, and then she realized what had happened.

A stranger broke into her Funing Palace!
The scene of Chen Pingping and the Black Cavalry killing more than 3,000 people from her clan appeared in front of her eyes. She suddenly opened her mouth and said, "Cao..."

Before she finished saying the word "Jing", someone covered her mouth. At the same time, a hand was placed on her back. A warm current seemed to be injected into her body, wandering around her meridians for a while. The dizzying drunkenness slowly disappeared, and her vision and mind became clear.

If he was nine points drunk just now, now he is only five or six points drunk.

"If I wanted to kill you, not to mention that eunuch with only a seventh-grade combat power, even if Yan Xiaoyi was close at hand, he wouldn't be able to save you."

"You...who are you?"

The queen looked at the young man in front of her with a joking look in horror, her heart beating fast.

What is Yan Xiaoyi’s combat power?
Ninth rank.

He actually said that even Yan Xiaoyi was not his opponent, how powerful could he be?
But judging from his age, he is only in his early twenties.

She was looking at Chu Pingsheng, and Chu Pingsheng was also looking at her. Because she was the queen, she was pampered in her daily life. Even if she was treated like a woman in the cold palace, it was much better than that of an ordinary family woman. Her skin was cold and white, with only fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Her face looked a little bitter. As for her age, she was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight. She was completely unlike Li Yunqian, who, because of his practice of domineering true qi, had a face of a fifty-year-old despite being in his forties.

"Chu Pingsheng."

Chu Pingsheng?
Is it him?

"Are you the disciple of the Xihu Grandmaster?"

"Did Li Chengqian tell you about me?"

The queen nodded.

"Did he tell you that Fan Xian is Ye Qingmei's son?"

Fan Xian?

Ye Qingmei’s son?

The queen's heart was shocked again, and the blush caused by drinking turned unusually pale, because she deduced a terrifying logic from the above relationship.

The prince had told her that Fan Xian was brought to Kyoto by the Red Cavalry on the orders of Emperor Qing, and that he was going to marry Princess Li Yunrui's daughter Lin Wan'er to him, and that the dowry would be the inner treasury. Moreover, Fan Xian had another identity: he was a close confidant of Fei Jie, a disciple of Chen Pingping, and the director of the Supervisory Council. Anyone with a discerning eye could see what Chen Pingping was thinking - the Supervisory Council would belong to Fan Xian in the future.

The Inner Treasury is the economic lifeline of the Qing royal family, and the Supervisory Council is extremely powerful.

What is the emperor going to do?
Is he dissatisfied with the Crown Prince and the Second Prince? Or is he unable to let go of his feelings for Ye Qingmei?

Whatever the motive, once Fan Xian gained power, neither she nor her son would have a good ending.

Chu Pingsheng poured the wine from the gourd into the cup, carefully examined the glaze, and said calmly, "Yes, I just learned the news in the morning court, so I ran to Funing Palace to discuss countermeasures. If my father, the emperor, knew about it, I'm afraid he wouldn't be happy. The prince still has some political acumen."

He put the cup into the Queen's hand: "Cheers."

When the wine gourd and the wine glass collided, the sound was muffled and very turbid.

The queen mechanically moved the wine glass to her lips and sucked the wine out bit by bit. Then she slowly raised her eyes to focus on Chu Pingsheng's eyes: "You...what is your purpose in telling me this?"

"The purpose..."

Chu Pingsheng looked around the huge Funing Palace. "I heard that the Queen was imprisoned in the cold palace and was suffering, so I couldn't bear it. I came here to drink with you and chat with you to relieve the Queen's loneliness. What do you think of this reason?"

This is nonsense...who would believe it!

The queen shook her head, her face stern, and said majestically: "What do you want?"

Chu Pingsheng glanced at her and said casually, "I heard that you are afraid of the dark...riding?"

The word "black" and the word "rider" were like a long sword suddenly piercing her heart. She tilted to one side, and the wine glass fell to the ground, rolling three feet before stopping. She once again recalled the scene of that year, when her tribesmen were slaughtered by Chen Pingping's men, the screams, the blood, the faces that refused to close their eyes, and the hands that wanted to grab something.

She didn't dare to look, but just covered her head, curled up in the quilt and shivered.

"After all these years, haven't you ever doubted it?"

Chu Pingsheng stretched out his hand and grabbed, and the wine glass three feet away fell into his palm like a very light feather.

"Suspicious? Suspicious of what?"

wow...

The wine in the wine gourd gushed out and poured into the cup.

"Ye Qingmei is dead. Who will get her inheritance? If your family is ruined, who will benefit? Who can rest easy? These... I don't believe you haven't thought about them after living in the cold palace for so many years."

Chu Pingsheng handed her the glass filled with wine again. It was a long time before she took it. Her fingers had just touched the surface of the cup when she suddenly retracted them. Her eyes widened and she shook her head slightly.

"Stop talking, stop talking..."

Of course she had thought about it, and she thought about it very clearly.

After Ye Qingmei died, the Inner Treasury and the Supervisory Council became the property of the royal family. But to whom did they belong? Li Yunqian.

Her family is finished, and her aunt, the Empress Dowager, and she have lost the basis for stirring up trouble in the court. So who is the biggest beneficiary in the whole thing?
Emperor Qing Li Yunqian!
Although she also realized the key point, but considering that Li Chengqian was appointed as the crown prince, she buried these emotions deep in her heart, relying on alcohol to numb herself every day to forget her troubles and fall into a deep sleep.

But now, Ye Qingmei's son is alive, and Fan Xian... is here.

"You...want revenge?"

The cup was still in Chu Pingsheng's hand, and his hand was still suspended in mid-air.

She murmured to herself, "Revenge? I want... of course I want... to kill Fan Xian... to eradicate the roots."

呲.

Chu Pingsheng raised his head, took back the cup that was handed to him, and drank it in one gulp.

"You know I'm not talking about Fan Xian."

Of course she knew, but she didn't dare to think about it that way.

"Empress, who do you think was the person who killed the Queen Mother and your aunt who was directly responsible for the extinction of the Wang family?"

Chu Pingsheng put down his wine glass and raised his right hand.

Without any warning, a bright silver sword with intricate patterns appeared in his hand. He pushed the outer sheath lightly with his thumb, and the sword opened a thread.

The doors and windows of the palace were closed and the candles were bright. It was originally very hot and stuffy, but with the appearance of the sword, a chill came out and the queen could not help but shiver.

“It…is…it’s you?!”

Her Funing Palace was not far from the Empress Dowager's Hanguang Palace. On the night of the incident, she heard the noise and ran outside to see. That astonishing sword not only cut through the high walls, but also brought the entire Funing Palace back to its original state. At this time, Chu Pingsheng took out the Yitian Sword and said the above words. How could she not understand?

"You...you are not...you are the Great Master Bai Feng of Xihu?"

"It's not too stupid."

Chu Pingsheng continued to pour wine: "I'll tell you another secret. That night, Li Yunqian knew that the person who killed his mother was Bai Feng, the Grandmaster of Xihu, and the two of them made a deal."

The queen's straight spine suddenly collapsed, and she smiled miserably: "It's something he can do."

"So, tell me your choice. Do you want to stand with me and seek revenge against Emperor Qing, or do you want to continue with your current life and hope that your son can survive the fight with Li Chengze and Fan Xian?"

"Do I...have a choice?"

"To be precise, no." Chu Pingsheng waved his hand again, and the Heavenly Sword disappeared, replaced by two paintings: "Look at them, do you recognize the people in the paintings?"

The queen picked up the first painting and looked at it carefully. It showed a naked woman posing in a coquettish manner. When she looked at it for a few more seconds, the hairs on her body stood up and she broke out in a cold sweat.

"This is... the eldest... the eldest princess..."

"Not bad, let's take a look at the second one."

The Queen picked up the second painting and looked at it.

Unlike the first painting, the second one is much more respectable, but the problem is that the woman in the painting has no face.

She shook her head and was about to say that she couldn't recognize them, but suddenly she remembered seeing those faceless paintings on Li Chengqian's painting desk when she went to the Eastern Palace. When she asked about them that day, she was told that they were paintings of ladies. Now Chu Pingsheng showed her these two paintings. Was he hinting at something?

One.

two.

three.

After three breaths, she threw away the scroll in her hand and said in a trembling voice: "No, no... It's impossible... They... They are..."

"Aunt and nephew?"

Chu Pingsheng smiled faintly and slid the wine in the glass into his throat: "Nothing is impossible."

The queen tapped her head again and again with her hands. She hoped that she had drunk too much and that everything before her was an illusion. Chu Pingsheng was an illusion, and so was the illicit relationship between Li Chengqian and Li Yunrui.

"Empress, I have shown my sincerity in the matter of cooperation. Now it's your turn."

(End of this chapter)