The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 113 Promise You Red Makeup (1)
"Which empress took over."

"The purple concubine in the Bauhinia Palace whose eyes can bewitch souls." The master raised the teacup and drank a few sips, then continued, "So many things happened in the palace, so the purple concubine invited a mage to do it. A shocking secret."

One link after another, this matter is interesting, not simple.

Speaking of this, there was another upsurge, and people asked one after another: "What shocking secret?"

The young master thought about it for a while, and seeing no one around, he said: "The mage who practiced it is doing it one by one in each palace. Guess what you found in the Queen's Palace?"

What?Did the Queen commit adultery?

The blood of all those who listened was boiling.

Young Master Shangshu snorted: "It's actually a puppet with the emperor's birthday written on it, and it's still pierced with needles."

Suddenly someone at the wine table exclaimed: "The art of witchcraft!"

Casting a Gu on the Holy One is more heinous than the crime of adultery.

Young Master Shangshu nodded again, and took a slow drink: "Well, it turns out that Emperor Hui coughed up blood because he was sleepless for several days, but the queen cast a witchcraft."

The Fengqing imperial family once had an example of a harem concubine making good use of witchcraft. It was indeed a bloody lesson, extremely vicious and insidious. Afterwards, Fengqing had a law stating that those who practice witchcraft will be punished by the three clans.

As such...

"Isn't the empress to blame?"

"If it's just this witchcraft technique, the emperor will definitely save the face of the uncle's house. After all, there are different opinions on whether he was framed by others. But, the matter is not that simple."

It's that simple?Sure enough, the water in Tianjia was mixed.

"Why isn't it simple?"

Mr. Shangshu put down his teacup, with a fearful expression on his face: "The brocade cloth on the puppet used to practice witchcraft is actually snow silk brocade from southern Xinjiang."

As soon as these words came out, all kinds of people were amazed.

"The emperor's birthday banquet for the rebellious southern Xinjiang?"

This matter is big.

"That's right." He said again, "That day, the king of Southern Border's 10 troops easily escaped the emperor's eyes and entered the imperial capital. Obviously, there is an internal support in the court. And this internal support must have a powerful army and play a pivotal role in the court. "

"You mean that the residence of the King of Southern Border should be the uncle's mansion?"

This disaster was truly shocking.

"The queen's instigation, the Wen family cannot escape the blame, and it is related to southern Xinjiang. The internal response coincides perfectly. The southern Xinjiang rebellion, the Wen family is hard to tell this time. This kind of treason is a serious crime. The emperor spared the queen The crime of witchcraft, but how can the emperor forgive the great crime of treason in the uncle's mansion. He immediately withdrew the 15 left-wing military power of the uncle in the country." The son took a long breath, "In this way, the prince lost the uncle's mansion. This arm is just empty now." I couldn't help but think deeply, "This disaster seems to be aimed at the uncle's mansion, but it is actually aimed at the crown prince."

What a spell of great changes, it completely messed up the foundation of the uncle of the country, the power of the prince, and even messed up Fengqing's resplendent dragon chair.

Then someone asked again: "Uncle Guo obediently delegated power?"

This matter is not over yet.

The young master who wrote the letter shook his head: "How can that be? Uncle Guo shouted for injustice. At this moment, he is leading a group of left-wing army commanders from the uncle's mansion to kneel in front of the Changxin Hall to rectify his innocence. He has been kneeling all night now. Kneeling down like this, maybe the emperor's heart will soften, after all, the emperor's heart is towards the prince, and he will look at the Buddha's face even if he doesn't look at the monk's face."

At this time, many young masters who listened to the matter sighed and said: "Hey, who knows, the family of Tiantian is fickle."

Indeed, the most fickle sky is the Xiao family's sky.

In the Tianxia Building, there was a lot of commotion. This table of young masters was eating wine, drinking tea, and talking about state affairs and world affairs.

Next door, in the private room, there was a pot of tea and two or three plates of pastries. Rong Qiannian hugged the dog and ate happily. From time to time, he stuffed a few pieces for the marshal in his arms. Behind him was five steps away. The young man was expressionless.

Rong Qiannian suddenly said: "I've been kneeling for a whole day now, it's time for Uncle Guo to rest."

The marshal in his arms jumped up and down, really excited.

Rong Qiannian got up, carrying the dog: "Wubu, my sister will take you to the Uncle's Mansion to play."

Wubu still lowered his head and looked at the toes. The person in front took a step, and he took a step back.

Rong Qiannian's face darkened, and he said viciously: "If you leave again, I'll catch that young lady from Uncle Guo's house to warm your bed."

With a pause in Wubu's footsteps, Rong Qiannian immediately took a step forward, and said with a smile, "Be good and be obedient."

With a blank expression on his face, he took a step back in five steps, and Rong Qiannian was speechless in anger.

At this time, it was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the backyard of the uncle's mansion was surrounded by beauties and the sound of playing constantly.

"Beauty, don't run away."

"Master Hou, the servant's house is here."

What a playful story of a young master and a maid, this Zhang Qinghou is so unrestrained, surrounded by a dozen beauties, playing hide-and-seek in the yard.

It's so lively, the beauty runs and runs, the young master chases and chases.

"Waiting for Grandpa to catch you, I have to love you well."

"Here, here."

"Beauty, here I come."

"Ah, Marquis, you are bad."

"Little beauty."

"..."

In the yard, you chased me and hid endlessly. On the roof, Rong Qiannian brought a plate of snacks from the kitchen of the Wen family's kitchen. I'm not interested. On the side, Wubu was expressionless, and the marshal was full of excitement: beauty!

"I'm kneeling in the palace, and my son is playing at home." Rong Qiannian sighed, "Hey, it's tough."

After watching for a while, the following has changed from chasing and hiding to kissing and touching. Rong Qiannian immediately became excited, watching intently, his blood boiled, and the expression of the Marshal in his arms was very similar.

Rong Qiannian's eyes lit up, and he looked at the man beside him: "Wu Bu, are you blind? Are you itchy? Do you want to commit a crime? Do you want to throw yourself down?" Look, which one do you like and tell your sister, she will take it back for you."

Wubu didn't even lift his eyelids, he lowered his head and looked at the tiles on the roof.

Rong Qiannian was annoyed and hated that iron could not be made into steel: "You don't know how to taste." Looking down, she looked at the marshal in her arms, and smiled and asked, "Which one does my lord take a fancy to?"

The marshal was excited, rose up, waved his paws, humming and chirping like calling spring: "Chirp chirp chirp."

The small eyes stared at one place, almost congested.

Rong Qiannian slapped it over: "A perverted dog will make big waves."

The marshal rolled a few times in despair, stood still, and continued to look at the beautiful girl with his small eyes.

A perverted dog!Rong Qiannian glanced sideways, got up, stood on the eaves against the wind, turned her head and gave Wu Bu a ambiguous look: "Wait for sister."

(End of this chapter)