Start in exile? The princess flew a fighter plane to blow up the palace

"My father is so fond of Wen Ziyi, why not bring her into the harem and take care of her personally. As for my marriage, my father doesn't need to worry about it."

"You bastard! The imperial edict has already been issued. There is no reason for you to change it without saying anything!" Seeing that Jun Jiuye refused to take any advice, Emperor Beiming became tough regardless. He looked like there was no room for negotiation.

"If my father insists on doing this, I will indeed be unable to change the imperial edict." Jun Jiuye nodded.

"now that……"

Seeing that the expressions of Emperor Beiming and Wen Yuzhang suddenly cleared up, Jun Jiuye was so angry that he added what he had not finished:

"But I, the King Keqi, just don't know if that concubine of the Wen family can have such a tough life and live to see the sun tomorrow."

"You!...Okay, okay, that's great!" Before the smile that Emperor Beiming had just raised had time to fully bloom, it froze on his face, with a gloomy face, and a sinister and sinister look in his eyes. After a while, he stared at Jun Jiuye for a while, flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave.

If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with alcohol.

In this case, don't blame me for using some tricks!

"That Wen...what is it? I will give you one last chance. Are you sure you want to put that concubine of yours into my palace?" Jun Jiuye's deep pupils glowed with a faint light that contained warning and danger. , his hand holding the reins tightened, he turned the horse's head, and with the last bit of patience, he looked at Wen Yuzhang and said.

Jun Jiuye's eyes were so captivating that Wen Yuzhang did not dare to look directly at him, and quickly lowered his head. His face turned blue and white in turns, and a strong sense of humiliation surged into his heart, but he still replied unwillingly:

"I dare not resist the order, my minister."

"Ha." Jun Jiuye used up his last bit of patience, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and drove the horse outside the palace.

Jun Jiuye, who was galloping on horseback, looked at the palace gate just around the corner with an evil sneer on his lips.

Since you don’t want to make a big deal out of a big deal, let’s stir up the chaos!

After leaving the palace, Jun Jiuye did not go back to the palace, but went to the Ministry of Rites.

Jun Jiuye got off his horse and patted Zhui Feng on the head. Zhui Feng snorted and left obediently.

"Let Wang Yang come to see me." Jun Jiuye said to the guard at the door, and strode towards the meeting hall.

Not long after, Wang Yang, the Minister of Rites, ran over in a panic. It was a cold winter day. I don't know whether he was frightened or over-exercised, but he was sweating all over.

Seeing Jun Jiuye, he immediately knelt down and saluted, and the fat on his body was so shocked that ripples appeared.

"I have met the prince. The prince is a thousand years old!"

"Okay, get up." Jun Jiuye frowned in disgust as she looked at Wang Yang's fat body and that flattering smile.

"Notify me, we will prepare for the emperor's concubine selection ceremony tomorrow."

"Ah?" Wang Yang was stunned, suspecting that he heard wrongly.

"If Mr. Wang is old and can't hear clearly, he should retire as soon as possible and return to his hometown." Jun Jiuye picked up the teacup next to him and was about to take a sip. Then he remembered that Wang Yang might have also used this teacup, and he couldn't help but feel nauseous. , put it down heavily.

"Yes, yes, yes," Wang Yang nodded and bowed with a flattering smile, but he still said with a look of embarrassment on his face:

"Your Majesty, are you in a hurry? This process is endless and does not comply with the rules."

"Rules? I am the rule. It will be tomorrow. If you are incapable, I will not mind changing someone." Jun Jiuye leaned back and looked at Wang Yang rebelliously.

He didn't know that this dog official had helped Bei Ming Emperor do some harmful things over the years, and he had also been corrupt in private.

If it was done well, even though it was his own intention, Emperor Bei Ming would still have a grudge against him.

If it doesn't work out, it will give him an excuse to replace him.

The Ministry of War and the Ministry of Punishment are his confidants, and it would be good to have an additional Ministry of Etiquette.

"But your lord, the queen has always made the final decision on choosing a concubine, but it's not the right time yet. If the queen doesn't allow it... then..." Wang Yang rolled his green eyes and hurriedly carried the queen out.

How could he not guess the regent's plan? If he couldn't understand this, then he, the Minister of Rites, had been working in vain for so many years.

If neither party can be offended, they can only blame the queen.

He can do it according to the regent's request, but if the queen doesn't allow it, he can't disobey it, and it has nothing to do with him.

Jun Jiuye looked at the Minister of Etiquette who was trying his best to resist with a half-smile, and softly called to the shadow: "Qing Cang!"

"My subordinate is here!" A black shadow quickly rushed from the shadows to Jun Jiuye.

"From now on, I will follow Mr. Wang every step of the way. If anyone blocks me, I will kill him without mercy!"

"Yes!" Qing Cang agreed without hesitation, turned around and stood behind Wang Yang.

"This!" Wang Yang looked at the sudden appearance of the guard, with a flash of panic on his face.

"What other concerns does Mr. Wang have? Tell them all." Jun Jiuye sat firmly on the high platform and looked down at Wang Yang.

"No, no, I'll do it now." Wang Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he couldn't refuse.

"Then I have been waiting for good news from you. Don't let me down!" Jun Jiuye stood up and said a word, then used Qinggong and disappeared.

"Huh~" Seeing Jun Jiuye finally leaving, Wang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to sit down and take a drink of water, he heard a cold voice coming from behind.

"Sir, it's getting late. Make arrangements as soon as possible. If something goes wrong tomorrow, you can't afford it." Qing Cang crossed his arms with his sword in his chest and reminded him expressionlessly.

Wang Yang, who had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up and the hairs all over his body stood up in fear. He had a sad face and agreed hurriedly:

"Yes, yes, I will make arrangements right away."

……

Prime Minister's Mansion

Wen Ziyi didn't know what happened.

She was sitting in front of the dressing table in her boudoir, dressing up happily, waiting to receive the imperial edict of marriage.

"Miss, these are the clothes that the master has specially prepared for you. You can see which one suits your liking and I will help you put it on."

Wen Ziyi's personal maid Xiaocui led a group of maids carrying exquisite dresses, and walked to stand behind Wen Ziyi with low eyebrows.

Wen Ziyi gently held the beaded hairpin on his head, turned around slowly, and glanced critically at the clothes on the trays held by the maids.

"You, unfold the clothes in your hand." Wen Ziyi noticed the white dress on the tray at a glance and pointed to the maid holding the tray.

"Yes!" The maid bent down slightly, put the tray down, picked up the dress on it and unfolded it.

The white skirt stretched out with the maid's movements. There was no excessive decoration, only the skirt was decorated with small silver-white diamonds. Under the sunlight, it looks sparkling like a clear spring.

"That's it, Xiaocui, change my clothes." Wen Ziyi nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, miss." Xiao Cui gently picked up the dress and put it on Wen Ziyi.

Chi la——

Just when he was about to finish putting it on, a big hole was ripped open at the side waist of the clothes.

Xiaocui's face suddenly turned pale with fright, and she froze on the spot for a moment, trembling with her hands, not knowing what to do.

"Bad maid!"

Snapped!

When Wen Ziyi saw that his beloved dress was torn by the maid, he slapped Xiaocui hard on the face.

"Miss, please forgive me, this slave didn't mean it! Miss, please forgive me!" Xiaocui was so frightened that she couldn't care about the burning pain on her face. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed crazily to beg for mercy. Soon her forehead was bloody and bloody, but she still kowtowed. Down.

"Drag it out and throw it into the well!" Wen Ziyi unhappily pulled off the torn dress and threw it on the ground, looking at Xiao Cui with disgust.

"Miss, I beg you, for the sake of serving you for so many years, please spare me this time. I beg you, miss." Xiao Cui shook off the mother-in-law who came to pull her away, and crawled towards Wen Ziyi.

"You have served me too much. You are just a lowly servant. When I am in a good mood, I will reward you with a piece of meat. When I am in a bad mood, I will kill you for fun. You beg me? Why do you beg me? Human being , it’s important to have self-awareness ~”

Wen Ziyi sat back on the dressing table nonchalantly, admiring her slender hands painted with red cinnamon. Not wanting to give her even a look, he ordered:

"Why don't you drag her down? This life is like a piece of shit. Remember to give birth to a good child in the next life."

The maids and wives did not dare to disobey Wen Ziyi's order, so they quickly stepped forward to grab Xiao Cui and pulled her out.

Seeing that she was bound to die, Xiao Cui had a pale face, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and yelled at Wen Ziyi like crazy:

"How can you, the granddaughter of a foot washer, be more noble than me? Hahahahaha, you bitch, you pretend to be noble every day, you will die!"

"Gag her mouth! Drag her away quickly!" Wen Ziyi hated people mentioning her background, let alone a lowly maid. How could she bear it? She picked up the incense burner on the table and pointed it towards Xiao Cui's face. He smashed his forehead and roared loudly.

Xiao Cui tilted her head, and the incense burner brushed her hair. While she could still speak, she cursed like a vent:

"Bitch! In the next life, I will be the master and you will be the slave! I will make you suffer all the pain in the world.

Hahahahaha, God is unfair, why can people like you avoid being polluted? Why can you be so clean and dressed in white? In the next life, I will make you as low as dust, uh... uh..."

The women tried their best to gag Xiao Cui's mouth and quickly dragged her out.

But Xiaocui, who was unwilling to accept it, was still struggling desperately.

She was not willing to accept it. She was still so young, but she lost her life because of a piece of clothing.

Soon, the women dragged her to the well, threw her down in a familiar manner, and quickly left the scene.

thump.

Xiaocui, who was thrown into the well, felt that the light in front of her eyes disappeared instantly. The endless well water submerged her, and the feeling of suffocation almost took away her consciousness.

Is she going to die here?

If God has eyes, can he give her a chance to start over?

Xiaocui didn't know how to swim, so she let the well water submerge her body, desperately waiting for death to come.

suddenly,

She felt her ankles tighten and her whole body being pulled upwards with great force.