first concubine

Chapter 680 He has rebellion. 3
"Does the emperor still remember a year ago, when Princess Eleven was put on the sacrificial altar, she was cut off with a thousand knives, and then when she was parading back to the palace, she met the group of people who hijacked the prison car?" Bai Yuan's voice was soft and slow. , When talking about these past events, my heart trembles somewhat.

It's been a year since the incident, and when he thinks of those incidents, his forehead will sweat.

Hearing Baiyuan mentioning this matter suddenly, Zhan Yu's twirling hand stopped suddenly, and the man's gaze began to wander.

He thought many things in the past could be passed away, but he never thought that as long as someone mentions it lightly, he would feel heartache as if it would be torn apart. Then, how could he ask Zhao Zishi to forget the past and start over with him again?
Sadness, once triggered, is out of control.

The man finally said indifferently and steadily: "You mean, they are a group?"

At that time, he had not personally witnessed the robbery of the prison van, but Bai Yuan was there. He led his men to repel the group of people with his own hands, and lost many soldiers.

When Bai Yuan came back to report, he was focused on Zhao Zishi at that time, and he didn't put his mind on what Bai Yuan reported.

At this moment, when Baiyuan mentioned it, he actually remembered such a thing.

"The subordinates believe that they are a group of people." Baiyuan said cautiously: "From their purpose, they wanted to save the eleventh princess. At that time, they failed to rob the prison car and the princess died. Now they are robbing the saint. The subordinates think, do they still want to use the saint to resurrect the eleventh princess?"

After listening to Baiyuan's analysis, Zhan Yu paid a little more attention.

Raising his head, his deep cold eyes looked at the long hall, Bai Yuan knelt there respectfully, the bright yellow candlelight was flickering, this hall was still lonely.

He draws out his voice, with a hint of mockery in his tone: "In this world, who else cares so much about my eleventh day?"

Unexpectedly, his eleventh has been dead for so long, and there are still people who want to let her live.

This persistence is just like him.

Bai Yuan's eyes flickered, he raised his head and took a quick look at the emperor, then immediately lowered his head, and said flatly: "This subordinate has tracked down this group of people and found..."

He paused for a moment, as if he was taboo, and didn't dare to continue.

Zhan Yu's eyes turned cold, and he looked over and said coldly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Yes." Bai Yuan straightened his back, settled his mind and continued: "The subordinates discovered that these women are related to Yue Wangfu."

"The Yue Palace?"

Zhan Yu's face paused gloomyly, and Hei Mo's pupils shrank slightly, revealing a dangerous cold light, as if he said casually: "Ah Yue has nothing to do these days since he came back from Beihuang, and he should be bored." .”

The man smiled sinisterly, very scary.

Bai Yuan didn't dare to show his emotions, and echoed him: "What the emperor said must be true. The king of Yue thought he was too bored to do such absurd things."

"A ridiculous thing?"

Zhan Yu raised his voice in disapproval, and said with a smile: "No, this is not his absurdity, this is his lifelong career, perhaps, even more persistent than me!!"

Eleventh, eleventh, only blame, you left too many love debts.

What should I do?
Bai Yuan asked in horror: "The emperor already knew?"

In the past, when he investigated the whereabouts of those red-clothed women, he still had doubts when he arrived at the Palace of the King of Yue.

This said, seeing the emperor's reaction, the emperor had already noticed it.

(End of this chapter)