The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 881 Xie An's sudden death
Royal study.

Xie Ling raised his eyelids, looked up at Xie Chu who was opposite, with a warm expression on his face, but his eyes already carried the unfathomable and calm prestige of an emperor.

"Uncle Wang doesn't seem to be very interested today?" Xie Ling put down the sunspot in his hand after finishing speaking.

The chessboard is in a stalemate, the black pieces are pressing every step of the way, and the white pieces can already see the decline.

Only then did Xie Chu come back to his senses, he casually placed the white piece in the lower left corner of the chessboard, and admitted frankly: "I'm uneasy, so my mind doesn't belong."

Xie Ling looked at him in surprise: "The thing that makes Uncle Wang uneasy, probably has something to do with Princess Yong?"

Xie Chu didn't deny it, and confronted each other twice, then conceded defeat.

"Your Majesty, I would like to ask Your Majesty for a favor."

Xie Ling was playing with the sunspot in his hand, and his eyes were still fixed on the chessboard: "Why do you need to use the word "asking" between Uncle Wang and me?"

Xie Chu smiled lightly, but did not respond to Xie Ling's words. Instead, he got up from the couch, stood in front of Xie Ling, and bowed his hands: "I am bold, and I want to ask Your Majesty for a gold medal to avoid death for Changle."

Xie Ling fixed his gaze, and then threw the sunspot in his hand into the chess piece, turned and looked straight at Xie Chu: "Why did Uncle Wang come to me to ask for a gold medal to avoid death?"

Xie Chu twitched the corners of his mouth, his tall body bowed slightly, as always humble and indifferent: "Your Majesty, I can assure you that if one day Changle uses this gold medal for avoiding death, it will not be against your majesty's interests, and even Maybe it can help His Majesty remove a few stumbling blocks."

Zhu Cheng listened at the side in a daze, what kind of riddle is King Yong playing with His Majesty?
After a while, Xie Ling burst out laughing.

Xie Ling heard the secret words that Zhu Cheng couldn't understand.

It's not a matter of endangering his throne, and even King Yong can't protect it. It can only be related to King An and King Qi.

Regardless of whether Song Xieyu will get the gold medal for avoiding death in the future, it means that one of King An and King Qi may suffer.

"Zhu Cheng."

Hearing Xie Ling call him, Zhu Cheng was shocked, and carefully glanced at Xie Ling, then took a small step to hold a box and stood beside Xie Chu, holding the box with both hands above his head.

Xie Chu took it over and took a look, and it was exactly what he wanted.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Xie Ling readily agreed, this deal is not a loss for him, it can win people's hearts, and it can eliminate the two malignant tumors of King An and King Qi without abolishing a single soldier.

Before he could say anything, he saw a young eunuch hurried in from outside with an ugly expression, making the atmosphere solemn and serious for no reason.

"Your Majesty, someone from Prince Yong's Mansion just came and said something happened..."

Xie Ling took a deep look at Xie Chu. He had just asked for the gold medal to avoid death, but something happened to him.

I really don't know if it's a coincidence or Xie Chu's clever calculation.

Xie Chu looked gloomy, didn't say much, just bowed his hands and left.

When Xie Chu came out of the palace gate, Xie Ling looked at the little eunuch with serious eyes.

The little eunuch didn't dare to delay, and lowered his head and knelt on the ground: "Listen, my servant, it seems that something happened to King Qi in Prince Yong's mansion."

Zhu Cheng was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Xie Ling. At this time, what happened to King Qi in Prince Yong's mansion?
Xie Ling narrowed his eyes, and chuckled for a while: "This King Qi, he hit the muzzle of a gun."

Compared to King An, Xie An is more of a serious concern to him. After all, no matter how scheming King An is, he still has a bottom line, but Xie An has always failed to achieve his goals and will not give up.

Last time, the millions of people in Buzhou Mountain turned into piles of bones in an instant, and they have always been a huge stone falling in Xie Ling's heart.

When Xie Chu returned to Prince Yong's Mansion, the half-stringed moon was strange, faintly tinged with blood, adding a sense of strangeness for no reason.

He walked slowly down the secret passage without bringing a candle, and walked towards the Yuehua Pavilion with Yang Jin in the darkness of night.

After entering the house, it was surprisingly quiet inside, with almost no human voices heard, and only occasionally the sound of chains could be heard after a while.

Walking into the inner hall, through the bead curtain, one could vaguely see a figure. Xie An's underwear was so clean that it hung loosely on his body, so that the bruises on his chest were more eye-catching and ambiguous.

There were several guards standing behind him, even though Xie An did not show any intention of rioting, these guards were still staring at each one of them, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xie An finally reacted. He raised his head and looked at Xie Chu, his eyes were bloodshot, and the red blood in them was densely packed, which was shocking.

Xie Chu watched coldly, feeling uneasy.

Yang Jin frowned at the side, looked away, and said coldly: "Go down, I'm here."

When only Xie An, Xie Chu and Yang Jin were left in the room, Yang Jin moved a chair and Xie Chu sat down.

Xie An sat on the ground with his legs bent, with a cold smile on his lips.

"Xie Chu, you are so cruel..." His tone was low and light, but the hatred inside was like the snake letter of a poisonous snake, which made people feel chills down their backs.

After Yang Jin heard this, he glanced at Xie An for no apparent reason.

His Highness has never been involved in this matter from the beginning to the end, but obviously, His Highness is not going to explain.

Xie Chu lowered his eyes halfway to look at him. This posture made him feel more compassion for no reason, but the indifference in his eyes formed another contrast with this compassion.

"You will kill yourself if you do many unrighteous actions, Xie An, you can't blame others for your current fate."

Xie An didn't move for a long time, and then low laughter came out, first he laughed lightly, then he laughed loudly, and finally the one who laughed even went crazy, the upper half of his face was twisted with sorrow, the lower half of his face was ecstatic, and one face was split open Come.

"Winner and loser, I have nothing to say..."

He suddenly raised his head and stared at Xie Chu: "What do you think will end well for you? Xie Chu! Xie Ling is not much better than me. You are already in the dragon pool and tiger's lair, and you can't get away. I'm waiting underground You and Song Xieyu, wait and see what will happen to you!"

After he finished speaking, he slammed into the corner of the bed next to him with lightning speed, spilling blood on the spot.

Yang Jin strode over, stretched out his hand to check his breath, and said after a while: "Your Highness, I'm out of breath."

Xie Chu's expression remained unchanged, he just looked at the corpse.

Yang Jin backed away, lowered his eyelids, and stopped talking.

Based on His Highness's reaction, if he just wanted to stop Xie An, he might not have no chance of winning.

However, His Highness did not move, because he wanted Xie An to die.

Looking at the limp corpse, Yang Jin didn't know what it was like, even if he stopped him today, Xie An would have no way out in the future.

On the way back from the palace, the streets around the palace were brightly lit, and some people even whispered to the palace.

From the very beginning, the concubine did not intend to leave a way for King Qi to live. This kind of scandal is well known to everyone.

Having an affair with the eunuch, he will never be on the throne in this life.

(End of this chapter)