Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 449 - The Sound Scattered into the Flying Flowers (Sikong Que Fanwai)
Ranqu Empire, Fanjing.

The spring rain of apricot blossoms in the 30th year of Mingxi came a little late, and only a blur of misty rain could be seen between the sky and the earth. The drizzle all over the sky fell on the bluestone slabs mixed with dark red blood, which had gone through vicissitudes.

A woman in a black cloak is playing the flute on the Xuanyuan Terrace. The poetic, ethereal and melodious sound of the flute, combined with the sound of rain, seems to jump out of the beautiful painting scroll dyed with ink and wash, and scatter into Feihuachun City with a sound.

In the light smoke and rain, there were creepy sounds of butcher knives chopping pieces of meat one after another on the Xuanyuan Terrace.

The sound of people's heads falling on the nine-foot Xingtai belongs to the sound of spring rain in Fanjing City in the 30th year of Mingxi, and the blood in the rain, like splashed ink, adds a touch of scarlet color to the colorful spring day.

"My lord, the censor of Zuodu, He Zhizhang, has all 160 members of his family beheaded for public display!"

"Ok!"

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and then a woman dressed in black came lightly, holding a big black umbrella, with a trace of panic and apprehension in her eyes.

"Master! It's not good, the Ninth Prince vomited blood out of anger!"

"What!! Zhong Liyin, I want to kill you!"

The angry woman gritted her teeth and said, Dad is her reverse scale, whoever touches it will die!She turned over and jumped onto the horse with a stride, and even the rain-shielding cloak slipped off her shoulders due to anxious movements.

What came into view was a sinister face with a surly look, but I saw a woman in her early twenties slashing her sword and galloping murderously towards the prime minister's mansion in the southwest direction.

The sound of angry horseshoes echoed in the pink walls and black tiles, and in Qushui Shenxiang.

The woman quickly walked to the Yanbo Bridge in front of the mansion, suddenly, she tightened the reins.

"Whoa!! You! Stop!"

She turned the horse's head, turned over and jumped off the horse's back, but the old woman who was called by the woman was already trembling, no one knew, no one knew, the woman in front of her was Zhao Qingmei, the prime minister of the empire.

She is notorious among the people, and has won two titles of the number one in the past, the number one ugly girl in Fanjing, and the number one courtier in the empire.

There are even remote counties and counties far away from Emperor Shangao, who paint her as a vicious figure and stick them on the door to act as the door god to defuse evil spirits. What is she going to do!
Seeing the woman in front of her smiling and walking towards her slowly, the old woman's face was already as pale as a sheet of fright.

It seemed that he also knew that his image and temperament in the hearts of the people were not good, so Prime Minister Zhao gave a light cough in embarrassment, and immediately raised the corners of his lips, hoping to make people think that she was more pleasant.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to buy your hawthorn cake!"

She fumbled in her sleeve for a moment, and then threw a piece of silver ingot into the old woman's porcelain bowl filled with scattered copper plates.

"Wrap more layers of oil paper!"

"Huh? Oh oh oh oh!"

The old woman bowed her head and nodded in agreement, and began to pack the hawthorn cake with trembling hands.

After receiving the old woman's oiled paper bag, the woman led the horse to the gate of the prime minister's mansion, and a clever servant had heard the sound and came forward to serve her.

The woman stepped across the threshold, and suddenly thought of something, so she stopped in her tracks. She helplessly raised the hawthorn cake in her hand, and suddenly sighed softly.

"Obviously I was angry with you and wanted to come back and kill someone, so why do I still remember that you like to eat haw jelly?"

"I really came to kill you!"

She was talking to herself, then shook her head with some self-mockery, and casually threw the hawthorn cake in her hand to the personal guard beside her.

"Zhao Xi, reward you!"

"what?"

Zhao Xi was bitter and bitter, holding the hawthorn cake in his hand, can this thing be eaten?Thinking of the sour and refreshing taste, I can't help but feel sour, and only Dongyuan likes to eat this heavy-tasting pastry.

"Zhao Lan, send this hawthorn cake to the dining room, and send it to Dongyuan in the name of the dining room."

"promise!"

"Father!"

"My son is back! Cough cough cough"

The middle-aged man on the bed struggled to sit up, his originally clear face was now pale and sickly without blood.

"Apologize for him, Daddy"

"He is the Ninth Prince from the Central Palace, how dare I really blame him, Qingmei! I don't know if my father's body will last until the day when he is pregnant with his grandson!"

"You and the Ninth Prince are already a bitter couple. If our Zhao family wants to continue the incense, we have no hope to rely on him. Father will find you a servant. The ninth day of the next month will be an auspicious day. You just need to wait for Nafulang to come." Can!"

"Father! No baby."

"Zhao Fu, if Xiangye refuses the marriage, you don't have to send soup to my courtyard from now on. I will go to the underworld to ask her mother to apologize! Cough cough cough cough"

"Little obedience!"

"Hey, who said I don't agree! I marry, can't I marry!"

"But he won't agree!"

"Father, don't forget, he has killed seven servants in a row over the years! The eighth one, I'm afraid he won't survive the wedding night!"

"Soon the palace will issue a decree that Prince Xuan Jiu will go to Dongshan to pray for the late emperor. It will take at least two months to go back and forth, and the raw rice will be cooked by then!"

"Besides, the husband and servant I found for you this time is not an unknown person, he will not dare to act recklessly like the previous few times!"

"Oh~"

She responded muffledly, with an obvious displeasure on her face.The one who obeyed her father so much made her feel a sense of humiliation, humiliation for her mother who died young.

Those unbearable rumors lingered in her heart, making her face more and more hostile.

"Father! If you have anything to discuss with the child, you don't need to enter the palace to bother His Majesty. It will be bad for your reputation!"

She got up suddenly, clenched her fists and walked towards the door coldly, she had had enough!Over the years, no one has seen her diligence, her hard work.

In the eyes of the world, she is ignorant, cunning, and vicious, but relying on the unclear and ambiguous nepotism relationship between her father and the current empress, she has skyrocketed all the way to the top of the court.

While her colleagues were afraid of her, the mocking look in their eyes hurt her heart all the time.

And him!Accompanying him in the first love, she just wants to accompany him to stain the temples with frost.Is she too greedy?
"Forget it, she won't be able to win against that dead man in the end! That's it, remember to hate me! It's better to hate me than to be strangers and have no contact with each other!"

Dongyuan.

A man dressed in white is more snowy, with picturesque eyebrows, black hair flying in the air, as warm as jade.

There is a touch of alienation and indifference in the deep eyes, as well as a deep and indelible sadness that is fleeting.

At this time, he was sitting alone in the secluded tangle, his slender fingers lazily slid across the strings, and the sound of the piano suddenly sounded with a hint of sadness, fluttering like a startled bird, curling like flying flowers to make the night.

"Your Highness, good news!"

The man pressed down the strings, pursed his lips and smiled faintly. Although the smile didn't reach his eyes, it was enough to make the world lose color. I don't know how he can turn all living beings upside down with his knowing smile?
"Zhao Qingmei is dead?"

The boy shook his head with a disheveled look on his face.

"Zhao Qingmei was deposed? Demoted? Or reprimanded by the mother?"

Seeing the boy shaking his head repeatedly, he snorted coldly. "In addition to these, other things are considered good news?"

(End of this chapter)