The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 831 Joining forces
"I wonder if Prince Qi has heard any rumors recently?" Xie Cheng said meaningfully, and took a sip with the teacup in his hand.

Xie An sneered: "What are the rumors? Isn't it just the rumors spread by our two families?"

At the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, Hong Meiren gave birth on the spot, and a few days ago, the concubine in the queen's stomach became red without warning, and Concubine Mintai of Yanqing Palace died suddenly and suddenly for no reason.

All kinds of signs were released to the people by them, and a few people were hired to incite people's hearts. All of a sudden, rumors about the new emperor Xie Ling were flying everywhere.

Nowadays, it is widely spread that Xie Ling's title of emperor is unfair, but he was snatched from his own brother, and for the sake of the throne, he even took his own brother's life.

Now before and after the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, there are continuous reports of bad news, which is a sign of God's scourge.

It's rare for the two of them to have a tacit understanding and spread the rumors in a plausible way.

Xie Cheng smiled lightly: "I'm not as rigid as my father. As long as Xie Ling is still sitting on the throne for a day, our two families will have plenty of time to cooperate. As for who wins the game in the end, it all depends on our ability, but it does not hinder our current cooperation."

He spoke thoroughly, and Xie An no longer doubted his motives, and put away the casualness on his face.

"What exactly does Prince An want, you might as well just say it."

There is no free pie in the world, no matter how gaudy Xie Cheng says now, but it is a purposeless benefit, Xie An will not believe a word.

Xie Cheng also understood his suspicion, paused, removed the mask on his face, and his eyes suddenly darkened: "I wonder if King Qi still remembers my hard-fated sister Xie Yunran?"

After being reminded by him, Xie An came to his senses and believed Xie Cheng's words. He leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair: "Of course I remember. I heard that Lingmei's death has something to do with Princess Yong, and it is deeply involved."

Xie Cheng's eyes were dark: "My father can turn a blind eye to my sister's death and focus on the overall situation, but I can't!"

He squeezed the beeswax beads on his wrists, turned them one by one, closed his eyes for a long time, his brows were full of pain: "Over the years, as long as I close my eyes, the memory of my sister's tragic death is in my mind." Scenes."

"Tit for tat, how did Song Xieyu hurt Yunran, I will pay back ten times and a hundred times on Song Xieyan!"

When Xie Cheng said this, the hatred on his face was extremely eye-catching, and the sincerity dispelled Xie An's last worry.

Since Xie Cheng is willing to help him, why not do it?There is no loss to him from the left and right. If he succeeds, he won the Huaiyin Palace, which is even more powerful. If he fails, his son secretly disagrees with him and helps his enemy. Bar?

The more he thought about it, the more he found it interesting, Xie An rolled up the pile of rice paper on the table and put it into his sleeves, stood up, his slanted Danfeng eyes were full of hostility, looking extremely dangerous: "Then, wait for Prince An good news."

Outside the Shili Pavilion in the suburbs of Beijing.

The forests are green and there are few people.

Not far from the pavilion, a carriage stopped.

Song Xieyu held a cloth bag solemnly in his hand, and there seemed to be something square lying in the cloth bag.

"Princess, let the slaves come and hug her." Yuxian looked worried and hurried to help.

Song Xieyu held the wooden box in his arms with both hands, with a solemn expression: "No need."

Knowing what she was holding in her arms, Yuxian didn't force herself, and followed her step by step, while Yushu explored the way ahead.

It had just rained, and the bluestone slab was slippery and covered with mud from the outskirts of Beijing. Yushu walked carefully ahead, holding a bamboo broom in her hand, and swept away the yellow mud and grass leaves on the road.

But even so, her embroidered shoes were still dirty very quickly.

Looking back carefully, Song Xieyu was walking behind, the embroidered shoes on her feet were already wet, but she didn't know if they had soaked into the soles of the shoes.

Turning her head back to the original position, Yushu silently planned in her heart that she must boil a large bowl of ginger soup for the princess when she returned home, otherwise she would definitely catch a cold after wearing soaked shoes for such a long time.

This small road paved with bluestone slabs can be seen that someone has come to deal with it, but it is still not very clean. I am afraid that someone will come once a year, and few people will come.

Go along the long path, turn a few turns, and soon see a tombstone erected at the end of the road.

It's not as casual as ordinary people, just put a willow branch or a few clumps of grass on the grave, but it's not like a noble family, full of pomp and grandeur.

There is only a stone tablet standing on this tomb, and there is no inscription on the stone tablet. It looks ordinary, but it is full of old-fashioned atmosphere.

Song Xieyu stood in the distance and took a few glances. Yuxian and Yushu stepped back after putting down the futon, and stood guard three steps behind her.

The surrounding area of ​​the earthen tomb is clean, there are no weeds, and it is out of place with the side. Three meters away from the tombstone, there is a huge hibiscus tree with luxuriant branches and branches. On the top of the tombstone, it shelters it from wind and rain.

Song Xieyu took a deep breath and walked slowly forward, lifted her skirt and knelt on the futon, and put the wooden box in her hand into the hole dug by Yushu and Yuxian just now.

Then he took the shovel and buried it himself, and said softly while burying: "Auntie, what Changle promised you has been done. On the way to transport your body to the imperial tomb, my aunt tried to change the bag. It’s someone else’s corpse.”

"You have been imprisoned in the palace for most of your life, but now you are completely free."

After burying the wooden box, Song Xieyu picked up a fallen hibiscus flower and placed it on top.

Before her death, her aunt told her that if she died, she would not want to be buried in the cold imperial tomb with the late emperor and his many concubines.

She has already got through with the Empress Dowager, and the Empress Dowager has promised to help her. Then Song Xieyu only needs to go to the Empress Dowager to get her ashes and bury them outside the Shili Pavilion on the outskirts of Beijing.

And Song Xieyu knew that there was a person buried outside Shili Pavilion, it was the man who had betrothed to his aunt since childhood.

At that time, Concubine Min Tai was getting old, but her eyes were brighter than ever. She stared at somewhere in the void, as if she saw something, and she burst into tears. Open-minded, opened his mouth quietly.

"I have been trapped in this cage for most of my life. I chose the path myself. I have never regretted it. I have only faced one person in this life. This palace traps me, and I trap him for half my life... "

As she spoke, she cried out sadly, her face was broken, her eyes were extremely sad, and she seemed to be crying with a smile: "Now that I am going to die, I should live for myself, Changle...forgive Auntie With you involved, I can be selfish for a while...I don't want to worry about dying, being well-behaved, and family righteousness."

(End of this chapter)