After rebirth, the regent thought about the following crimes every day

Qing Ning was probably frightened, and he couldn't go back to hold his wife to rest, which was really annoying.

While he was thinking about it, Han Mo'er walked in with a strange expression: "Your Majesty, I can't bring Concubine Chen with me, so Your Majesty should go and have a look in person."

The emperor said coldly: "Why can't you bring it?"

Han Moer knelt on the ground: "I dare not say anything."

The emperor stared at her: "Just say what I ask you to say. If there is anything you can't say, having you by my side is not just perfunctory."

"Yes," Han Mo'er bit her lip and said as if she was risking her life, "Concubine Chen was trying to get along with others, but I was caught by my men. I didn't dare to let anyone move, so I ordered people to watch. I came to ask the emperor for instructions. What should be done.”

"What? I'll go take a look." The emperor stood up suddenly and rushed to Concubine Chen's palace angrily.

He met Leng Xiao halfway, and the emperor ignored him. Han Moer, who was following behind, glanced at him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This Lord Leng doesn’t seem to be innocent either.

Sensing her gaze, Leng Xiao suddenly looked over, and Han Moer looked away with a normal expression.

Leng Xiao stood there. They were plotting against Wen Yuan tonight, so why did it feel like he was also plotted?

What happened again?

He was puzzled and opened the palace forbidden book in his hand. He smiled when he saw the record on it that Wen Yuan had left the palace half an hour after the palace banquet was over.

When he looked at it before, the record was not at this time at all. It should have been changed by someone, or in front of him.

In this way, the private meeting between Wen Yuan and Chen Rao cannot be confirmed at all.

These were all trivial matters, and he always felt that the person behind it was not just trying to get Wen Yuan out of the design.

He didn't know that Concubine Chen was hugging the man with a pus-filled face at this time, and ambiguous sounds came from the dormitory.

The palace servants serving her were all kneeling in the courtyard. They could not go in to report the news or clean up the situation. They could only wait for the emperor's announcement with a bleak expression.

The man with the pustules on his face had been taken to Concubine Chen's palace before. When Jun Changque's secret guards rescued Qing Ning, they pretended to let him escape. Thinking of finding someone to ask for help, he secretly ran to Concubine Chen's house. Bedroom.

And he had aphrodisiac drugs on him, which were supposed to stimulate himself.

The result affected Concubine Chen. As soon as the two hugged each other, before Concubine Chen's courtiers noticed, they were caught by the people brought by Han Mo'er.

"boom……"

The door was kicked open and Concubine Chen woke up. She saw the emperor was stunned for a moment and felt something was wrong with her. She turned around and was frightened by the man on her body.

"Ahhh...someone come quickly and take him away."

Han Mo'er signaled, and her female servant stepped forward, dragged the man down and pinned him to the ground.

Concubine Chen quickly knelt on the ground and begged: "Your Majesty, it's not what you see. I must have been plotted against. Your Majesty, please check clearly. I am innocent."

At this time, it doesn't matter whether he is innocent or not, or whether he was set up or not.

The emperor looked at the disgusting look of the man, turned around, and ordered in a cold voice: "Concubine Chen has made a filthy mess in the harem. She must die and be buried quietly without making any announcement."

As long as he keeps her, he will remember the way she was defiled by that dirty man.

It's so dirty.

Concubine Chen desperately begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, no, I am innocent. He did not touch me at all. Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty, my concubine has given birth to a fifth prince for you. If the fifth prince knows that his mother-in-law has been wronged, he will definitely be very sad."

She mentioned the fifth prince, hoping that he would miss that trace of affection and spare her life.

But the emperor is tired of what happened tonight. What time has it been? They are still using tricks here. Are they trying to make the Yi tribe laugh at them?

And his palace, now anyone can interfere?

Who else is innocent around him?

The emperor thought about many things and suddenly fainted.

*

Prince Zheng's Mansion.

Mo Yanzhuo followed him and made a strange sound.

"Oh, in the future, our Highness, Prince Zheng, will have a princess. I wonder how much I hold in His Highness, Prince Zheng's heart."

"Your Highness, Prince Zheng, has such good eyesight. Can he still tell whether someone's skin is white or dark? I must be very attractive in other places, right?"

"It's a pity that in the eyes of the world, I am just a broken sleeve. I have already married the king's husband, so I am not lucky enough to enjoy the tenderness of a beautiful woman."

Jun Changque frowned: "Shut up, my king."

Mo Yanzhuo bit his lip, feeling extremely aggrieved: "Look, even before you have a beautiful woman in your arms, you have already started to be mean to your old man."

Jun Changque looked at him sideways: "You are really possessed by an opera spirit. Go and see if those opera singers want you. You can follow them."

Mo Yanzhuo came closer, looked into his eyes, and shook his sleeves: "Your Highness, aren't you trying to coax me? Then Wuqin thinks of herself as Princess Zheng. Maybe tomorrow she will come to the palace to show off her mistress identity of."

Jun Changque sneered: "Isn't it just right to kill him?"

Mo Yanzhuo calmed down his playful expression: "Has His Highness already thought about it?"

Jun Changque nodded calmly: "I have said before that people from the Yi tribe are not allowed to stay. Didn't we make arrangements at the banquet before?"

The emperor granted marriage, but King Zheng refused, and even threatened to kill the princess of the Yi tribe. When these words spread, it was a display of his arrogance and his attempt to provoke a dispute between the dynasty and the Yi tribe.

So if Wuqin dies, won't the Yi tribe be able to start a war openly?

On the contrary, the dynasty did not accept the surrender and claimed to be the most powerful country and despised other countries. These words were spread, and the friction with the dynasty was less severe. Countries waiting for the dynasty to make mistakes and raise armies are probably ready to take action, right?

They will even unite to form the so-called righteous army to crusade against the dynasty that disturbs the peace.

At that time, there will be internal and external troubles, and the dynasty will be attacked from both sides, and how many people will die.

Since everything is going to be in chaos, it's better for them to mess it up with their own hands.

Jun Changque slowly told his plan: "I have sent an order to Yang Yuchen to prepare for war. When the news of Wuqin's death reaches the Yi tribe, they will definitely raise an army. At that time, we will They sent him back secretly, and then they were the ones who raised troops at will, and it was their Yi clan."

"I want to solve the external troubles when the internal unrest breaks out."

Mo Yanzhuo said softly: "I know what His Highness means, but I don't think His Highness can get what he wants."

Jun Changque asked: "What?"

Mo Yanzhuo's eyes were slightly cold: "I have received news that problems have occurred in various places. For example, there was an earthquake in Yuncheng, causing countless casualties; the embankment burst in Rucheng, drowning dozens of people; and mountain fires broke out in Zhucheng, destroying many buildings. On the top of the mountain, the people lost their lives and wealth...all the results converged into one purpose."

He looked at Jun Changque and said, "His Royal Highness, Prince Zheng, is the lone star of the evil spirits, killing Queen Yue and her prince, killing the mother and concubine, bringing disasters from heaven to warn the world."

Off topic:

Who knows? I really want to write Jiang (Jun) Chi’s Young Emperor’s compulsory novel for the next year. It’s almost finished. It’s finished and it’s opening up a new hole (?ˉ??ˉ??)