daughter in power

Chapter 78 Palace Change
The eldest grandson is undoubtedly a princeling.

Feng Qiqi can figure out everything above, but she can't figure out Changsun Huo's move.

Xin Jiuniang sneered: "Who knows what the princelings are up to? Anyway, Dali Temple and the Ministry of Criminal Justice have started a thorough investigation together. The prince is walking on thin ice, and the queen is also implicated. Emperor Wuwei is very angry. The court is already a pot of porridge..."

Feng Qiqi was surprised: "You went out for a day and found so many?"

At this time, the prince was involved, and the conclusion had not yet been reached, so the common people naturally did not hear the news.

Xin Jiuniang went out and walked around, did she know so soon?

Xin Jiuniang's face darkened: "I recruited Yuemingtan's subordinates, and they risked their lives to get the news."

People are here, at the cusp of the storm, but they dare not enter the Nomura Martial Arts Gym easily.Therefore, the people in Yuemingtan temporarily settled outside.

Feng Qiqi blinked her eyes, she was recovering from her wounds at ease, but she was quite sluggish.It's not as good as Xin Jiuniang's injury and illness, but still does not forget the assassination.

Her heart sank. She was a killer in her previous life, and her three meals a day were always related to murder.

After finally being reborn through time travel, why can't she get rid of these beatings and killings?
However, Feng Liulang's bones are still buried by the Luosu River.

It's a pity, she doesn't want to kill, so what can she do?

Especially Xin Jiuniang, who wholeheartedly believes that King Xiaoyang killed Feng Liulang, has a strong desire for revenge.

As Xin Jiuniang's daughter, it's really hard for her to say anything discouraging.

However, Xin Jiuniang is still injured, so it is not appropriate to be so tired.

"Mother, didn't you say that after recovering from your injuries, you will seek revenge from King Xiaoyang? Why did you summon the people from Yuemingtan again?"

Feng Qiqi's expression was gentle, a little worried.

Xin Jiuniang frowned: "Qi'er, are you stupid? By the time we heal our injuries, King Xiaoyang's power will already be stronger. How can we intervene?"

Filled with righteous indignation, she slammed the edge of the table and said coldly: "We must act quickly while King Xiaoyang is busy with chores."

The night is getting dark, and the snowflakes outside the window are fluttering and falling.

Many fine snowflakes were blown into the Linghua window by the night wind and hit the Guqin platform on the Qixi Festival.

Feng Qiqi's eyes flashed, and she hurriedly walked to the window and closed the half-opened window.

Looking back, Xin Jiuniang looked at her and said seriously: "In a few days, the matter of the eldest grandson's family should be settled. The Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment were urged to investigate the case by Emperor Wuwei, so they dare not just idle away."

She sat down coldly, stretched out her hand to poke the cotton wick, and said calmly: "No matter how the crown prince will be dealt with, Changsun Yan'er and her father will definitely be beheaded. At that time, King Xiaoyang will definitely be the beheading officer. We Just assassinate him at Caishikou."

Xin Jiuniang seems to know everything well.

She is well-informed, and the reason why she is so sure probably has her reason.

Feng Qiqi had no choice but to agree: "My injury is almost healed, when the time comes, I will go with my mother."

Going together, there is always someone to take care of her, Feng Qiqi is afraid of seeing Xin Jiuniang dripping with blood again.

Now, when she came to this different time and space, she only had Xin Jiuniang as her relative.

How could a normal person understand what Xin Jiuniang meant to an orphan.

Xin Jiuniang nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Qi'er, this time, we must kill him."

She turned her head slightly: "Maybe, we still have a chance to kill Mrs. Yinyue. The queen is the old enemy of Mrs. Yinyue, and the eldest grandson's family is the queen's close relatives. Isn't it some people's hobby to see the pain of the enemy."

Feng Qiqi's eyes flickered, thinking of the jade-like beauty with fluttering robes, she smiled coldly.

Time flies, and it is more than a month in the blink of an eye.

The Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple really found out the clues. As the core figure of the princeling party, Changsun Huo secretly developed the weapon for the prince.

The prince was pushed to the cusp of the storm, and there was no way to argue.

Three million taels of silver were stolen, and he made friends with rebel officials and cronies. Not only did he secretly refine weapons by himself, he even recruited his eldest grandson Huo to help him refine them together.

In this way, the prince, as the crown prince, did something that the crown prince would never do.

Really stupid.

The impeachment of hundreds of officials is condemned by thousands of people.

It seems that the position of the crown prince cannot be kept.

Just at this time, news came again from Weiri City near the border of North Vietnam.

Bandits and bandits gathered together, carrying bows and crossbow weapons, and galloping on horseback, day and night, just to help His Royal Highness.

All of a sudden, rumors spread throughout the world that the crown prince was about to be forced to ascend the throne and become the new Ninth Five-Year Lord.

Xia Ze stood weeping and stood outside Qianzhong Gate, kowtowed a hundred and eight times on his knees, begging Emperor Wuwei to believe his innocence.

Emperor Wuwei believed it, and immediately ordered the Ministry of Punishment to take the prince into custody.

It can be seen that not only the crown prince can't keep his position as the crown prince, but he might even lose his status as a royal family.

Once demoted to common people, the prince's life is in danger.

In the past, he was too arrogant and domineering.

In the past, he made too many enemies.

Once the power is lost, the mansion collapses, and those who are involved do not know how many people are involved.

Feng Qiqi stood in front of the rhombus window, looking at the fine snowflakes outside, her eyes were cold.

Not long after, Xin Jiuniang came back from the outside, took off her hood against the cold, walked quickly to Feng Qiqi, and said nervously: "Qi'er, at noon the next day, the Xiaoyang King will behead the grandson Huo, we can do it."

Feng Qiqi nodded: "What about the prince, does Emperor Wuwei even want to kill the prince?"

Xin Jiuniang shook her head: "The prince is always kneeling outside the gate of Qianzhong. Emperor Wuwei seems to have never changed his mind. I am afraid that even if the prince does not die, he will be demoted as a commoner."

Feng Qiqi blinked: "Then, let's go to Caishikou the day after tomorrow."

Xin Jiuniang responded, walked to the desk, picked up a brush, and prepared to write a letter overnight to contact her subordinates.

Feng Qiqi pressed her hand, and said gently: "Mother, our injuries are almost recovered, it's time to go to the General's Mansion."

In the General's Mansion, Fengyue is waiting for them.

Now that King Xiaoyang is going to be killed, Feng Qiqi feels that many things that should have been resolved should be resolved first.

She didn't know why she felt that way, but she really wanted to.

Xin Jiuniang sneered, "Alright."

It was snowing all night, and at dawn, the entire Floating Fire City was submerged in white snow.

The smoke from the cooking on the room went straight into the sky, causing Feng Qiqi to take another look.

The weather is fine today.

She and Xin Jiuniang didn't dare to sneak into the General's Mansion during the day, and made a little settlement until night fell.

Without a word for a day, Xin Jiuniang went out quietly.

Feng Qiqi has been sitting in front of the window writing "Small Grappling Technique", which is a book for teaching martial arts apprentices. She always does not show up now, and she is afraid that the apprentices will have no kung fu to learn.

When Li Keben came in, seeing her earnestly compiling the book, he couldn't help admiring: "The escort is really a heroine, and only you can write such a good thing."

This book is of great help to the apprentices, and Li Keben, a layman, also understands it.

Feng Qiqi ignored him and waited until night.

At night, there is no wind and snow, the surrounding fields are clear and quiet, and the people go to bed early.

Xin Jiuniang just came back, and when she saw that Feng Qiqi was ready, she hurriedly said, "Let's go."

The mother and daughter never brought their subordinates, so they just stepped out of the fence and ran along the streets.

Feng Qiqi is already familiar with Baochang Street.

Going around in circles, I never met a pedestrian.

The two of them are ordinary-looking, even if they meet pedestrians, they will probably be directly ignored.

Soon at Baochang Street, Feng Qiqi walked into the house with ease, and Xin Jiuniang followed her.

It was still the brightly lit courtyard, but the gatekeeper was replaced by an ugly girl with burns all over her face, she was extremely stupid.

Feng Qiqi easily entered the small courtyard, seeing that the garden was full of lights, but there was no one there, she couldn't help being surprised.

She walked across the courtyard quietly, arrived under the eaves of the lantern-lit porch, and listened carefully to the movement in the room.

Xin Jiuniang clung to her side and gestured to her, motioning her to break in directly.

Feng Qiqi refused.

Inside the door, there was no sound. Although the lights were on, there was no human voice.

This is not like Fengyue's style.

With a flash of her eyes, Feng Qiqi turned over the window and walked in.

There was no one in the room.

There is no maid, no Fengyue, and no human beings I have seen before.

In short, nothing.

But, everything is neat.

Feng Qiqi couldn't help being stunned.

Light the whole garden with lights, and only send an ugly maid to guard the gate. What kind of drama is Fengyue singing?

Her heart skipped a beat, and she pulled Xin Jiuniang out of the room.

Outside the room, there was snow and silence.

Feng Qiqi's eyes flashed, and she saw a woman standing behind the courtyard gate.

The woman was wearing a dark winter coat, with an old-fashioned hair style, the black bun was empty, and there was no hair accessories.

She is like the air in the dark night, gradually melted into time, inconspicuous and absolutely transparent.

When Feng Qiqi entered the door earlier, he really didn't see this person.

The four eyes met, before Feng Qiqi could make a sound, the woman spoke first: "Sister..."

She smiled forcedly, stepped forward step by step, and said affectionately: "Yue'er knew that you would definitely come, but she didn't know that you came so late."

The person in front of me turned out to be Fengyue.

Xin Jiuniang's eyes flashed: "Qi'er, there is no one in the courtyard now, so kill her quickly."

There is no one in the courtyard, only such a black widow-like Fengyue, if you don't kill her as soon as possible, what are you doing in a daze?
Feng Qiqi didn't move.

The word "sister" touched her too much.

"Sister, didn't you marry Prince Xiaoyang? Why did I hear from Yu Xin outside the door that Princess Xiaoyang is Lan Murong, a prostitute from Wulan Island?"

Fengyue is only 14 years old, no matter how precocious her mind is, when she looks at her with all her charms at this moment, she still looks very innocent.

But just now Feng Qiqi clearly saw an ugly and dilapidated gatekeeper maid, how could that person be Fengyue's loyal dog Yuxin?
Feng Qiqi was surprised.

Xin Jiuniang's eyes flickered, and she pulled out the long sword at her waist.

Who has the patience to stand in the cold air and listen to the nonsense of a vicious woman like Fengyue?

However, Fengyue turned to look at her and asked curiously, "Are you Xin Jiuniang?"

Xin Jiuniang sneered, "You little bitch actually recognizes me!"

Fengyue smiled slightly, her face unchanged: "Mother didn't allow Daddy to draw your portrait before, and there is no portrait of you in the entire Fengfu, so Yue'er has never seen it. But...you look very similar to your sister, both are so beautiful, Yue'er recognized it right away."

Xin Jiuniang's words cannot be said to be harmless, but Fengyue accepted it calmly.

In the past, how could she be so submissive?
Xin Jiuniang sneered: "Sure enough, she is a slut, and she was carved out of the same mold as Cui Lingqiao. Why, are you waiting for Qi'er today just to die with your hands tied?!"

It is difficult for an honest official to decide on housework, let alone the family members who are in it.

Xin Jiuniang was filled with righteous indignation, Feng Qiqi was very indifferent, and Fengyue was innocent and naive.

The three stood in the night and looked at each other, thinking differently.

Just as Feng Qiqi slowly pulled out the dagger in his sleeve, a man's shrill roar suddenly came from the distant building.

"It's not good...it's not good, King Nanxiang has entered the palace with his guards. His Majesty is in danger, general, general..."

The man's voice was loud, passing through the snow and night wind, and pouring it straight into the small courtyard.

Shocked, Feng Qiqi felt a chill go down her spine.

(End of this chapter)