Red makeup against the world

Chapter 806
The air at the top of the peak is cold and fresh, inhaled into the heart and lungs, making people extremely clear-headed.

It will take some time for the monks to clean up the battlefield and the knight guards to clean up the mess.Xu Wanzhen said to Fengqi in a low voice: "General Feng, please borrow a step to speak."

After more than a month of isolation, she urgently wanted to know what changes had taken place outside.

Fengqi bowed in response, and the two walked outside the door, looking at the beautiful scenery of clouds and rosy clouds, Xu Wanzhen asked her most concerned things in a soft voice.

"Jingli, how's it going?" Xu Wanzhen asked very cryptically.

Fengqi understood what she meant, and replied: "Mrs. Hui, the second day after you left, the Empress Dowager ordered you to enter the palace to accompany her. Wen Mulan by your side brought green wheat into the palace. No one knew of your disappearance."

Hearing this, Xu Wan breathed a sigh of relief.What she cares most about is her grandmother.Mrs. Xu is old, and she is afraid that she will not be able to bear the news of her disappearance.

Without waiting for her to continue asking, Fengqi took the initiative to tell the news she was concerned about: "My lord returned to Beijing alone after hearing about your disappearance in Jiangnan Road. He received a letter from the other party and is currently in Yizhou, Hebei Province."

He did come.Xu Wanzhen raised her heart in the air and asked, "Can I get in touch right now?"

Fengqi shook his head and said: "Your Excellency has entered a manor, and all our people are staying outside to wait for orders."

Xu Wan was deeply regretful. If she knew this, she should have escaped earlier, and she might succeed if she put all her eggs in one basket.Thinking too much puts him in danger instead.

Her beautiful face was shrouded in a layer of faint sadness, and against the background of the sea of ​​clouds, she became more and more ethereal like a fairy.Fengqi didn't dare to look at her, and looked down at an ancient tree not far away.

Wang Leyu came over and said: "Young Madam, please go back to Hengzhou City and settle down before making any plans. Let us take care of it here."

The thieves' massive attack, Qingliang Temple is bound to give an explanation.As the minister of punishment of the imperial court, since he met him, he had to confess, and Xu Wanzhen's identity also needed to be concealed.

"Master Wang is right." Feng Qi cupped his hands and said, "Young Madam, please follow the bid down the mountain and escort you back to Hengzhou."

Xu Wan really knew that she was useless here, so why not go back to Hengzhou City and meet Tu Manfen to learn more.What is the enemy's conspiracy and how to deal with it is the thing to think about immediately.

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Thousands of miles away in the city of Luoyang, as the prince was imprisoned, officials of all levels related to the prince's mansion were arrested one after another, and the government and the public felt the anger of Emperor Qinglong.

The tree fell and everyone pushed, and the memorials to impeach the prince's misconduct were piled up like snowflakes in Emperor Qinglong's case.There were also those who complained for the crown prince, and asked the crown prince to be the foundation of the country that cannot be easily shaken, and so on.

Guan Jinghuan, who had previously supported the prince, remained silent at this time.He has great ambitions, and what he wants is a manipulative puppet emperor to realize his political ambitions.

The prince didn't know people clearly, and he made such a big mistake and lost the emperor's heart.He was keenly aware of the change in the direction of the wind, and immediately gave up on the crown prince without saying a word.

Emperor Qinglong stopped the early court and kept all the memorials unpublished.Every day, only important officials are called to discuss matters in the imperial study, but no one dares to mention the prince.

The early winter wind blew through the deserted streets and swept away a few residual leaves.The wind in Beijing is raging, and pedestrians pass by with their hands in their sleeves in a hurry, and there is no sign of the festivities that are approaching the end of the year.

The people in the capital are keenly aware of the political situation, and such an unusual change made them feel that something was wrong.It is unknown how many people will be killed in such a political storm.Even the most bustling theaters and teahouses in the past are now deserted, and the storytellers all stay behind closed doors, for fear of being implicated for no reason.

In such bleakness, Qin Tianjian calculated the date, and tomorrow is the funeral date for Crown Princess Fu.

The Prince's Mansion is still surrounded by the Shenwu Army, and the whole mansion is completely empty.The expressions of the servants were numb, and the officials and dignitaries who came to express their condolences also came and went in a hurry, sending elegiac couplets of various amounts, gifts, etc., and leaving immediately after burning a stick of incense.

The ones who can come at this time are the people who had a deep friendship with the Prince's Mansion in the past.They had to come, otherwise they would be branded as white-eyed wolves and so on.But the prince's status seemed to be shaky, so in order to avoid being involved in this vortex, he came and went in a hurry.

The funeral of the majestic prince's mansion was a bit bleak.The only ones who were really sad for Mrs. Fu were her natal parents and her close servant girls.

The prince did not stay in the mourning hall.As long as he was there, he felt that Mrs. Fu was looking at him, and the look in her eyes before she died was lingering in his mind.

At this time, he was in the study, patiently soaking in a memorial that he had already written.

In the copper basin is the poisonous juice prepared according to the prescription left by Lin Xingchao.It has been neutralized with well water, showing a strange crimson color.

This memorial has been soaked and dried twice, this is the last time.Once it is completed, it will be extremely poisonous, and if you touch it, you will be poisoned, and you will die after lingering on the sick bed for seven days.

This poison is called Qi Ri San.

The prince concentrated on holding a bamboo clip, and the paper holding the memorial was gently swaying in the poisonous juice.The paper used to write the memorial is also extraordinary. Ordinary rice paper will smudge when exposed to water and ink, and it cannot withstand such immersion at all.

He lowered his eyes and watched intently, the neat face and characters changing in the crimson poisonous juice, he vaguely saw the scene of his father holding a pen in his hand and teaching him to practice calligraphy when he was young.

There was a noise at the door, which woke him up from the previous scene.

A stern look flashed across his long and narrow peach blossom eyes, he still manipulated his hands calmly, and asked, "Who?"

"Father, I want to see my father." The emperor's grandson, Wei Jiaren, shouted outside, holding the hands of all the servants.

"A quarter of an hour." The prince said.

Hearing this, Wei Jiaren calmed down and waited at the door with his head down.The tightly clenched fist revealed the nervousness in his heart.

The servants who knelt on the ground beside him, the prince ordered them to guard the study and not allow anyone to enter.But this master wants to enter, and he is the only blood left by the princess, how can a servant afford to offend him?

The crown prince picked up the memorial from the poisonous juice with a bamboo clip, and carefully clipped it on the hemp rope to dry.After wiping his hands, he walked to the front hall of the study, "Come in."

Wei Jiaren pushed the door open and entered. He was wearing heavy mourning and sackcloth, his eyes were red from crying.The servants behind him hurriedly closed the door. At this time, they didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Father," Wei Jiaren stood in the room without kneeling, slowly raised his head, and asked, "My concubine mother, did she really die of a sudden heart attack?"

Looking at his eldest son, the crown prince felt angry and shouted, "Are you questioning the main hall?"

"Father, please answer me." Wei Jiaren's peach blossom eyes, which were exactly the same as those of the prince, burst out with a fierceness, and said: "Mother Concubine, what did she do wrong, you want her to die?!"

(End of this chapter)