[Three Kingdoms] I am the queen of the Great Wei Dynasty

"But Gu is still safe and sound," Cao Cao narrowed his eyes, seemingly calm, only A Sheng knew that was a sign of danger, "But Zhao Shilang's three clans, I'm afraid it will be difficult to save them."

As soon as these words were uttered, there was a "pop" sound from the upper head, but the dignified sage Liu Xie was so startled that he dropped his chopsticks.

His face turned pale all of a sudden, he raised his eyes tremblingly to see Cao Cao's expression, he spoke in a whisper, his tongue was curled up and his words were awkward: "Si...Si...Sikong! This murder was done by Zhao Yan alone. Why, it has nothing to do with others, so I beg Sikong's subordinates to show mercy and let innocent people go!"

Unexpectedly, Cao Cao chuckled lightly, and glanced at Liu Xie clearly.

How could he not know what was going on in the emperor's mind.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, he indifferently picked up the gorgeous wine bottle inlaid with agate and jade, looked at it casually for a few seconds, and gently curled the corners of his lips: "Your Majesty, don't worry, this minister is only punishing Zhao Yan for his crime, and will not implicate the empress. I believe that the empress is completely unaware of this, and that the poisoning was just a bold and reckless act by Zhao Yan alone."

After finishing speaking, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Fushou beside Liu Xie.

Her face was a little pale, and although the phoenix robe was noble and gorgeous, it made her look very thin, as if she was trying her best to maintain the majesty of the imperial court.

After meeting Cao Cao's calm gaze, she lowered her head quietly, not daring to say a word.

The air suddenly dropped to freezing point, and a bone-chilling coldness suddenly escaped from the inside and outside of the body to the mid-air, rendering the surroundings silent.

At this time, Zhao Yan in the court changed from his original happy and grinning face, and stood upright like a pine, his piercing eyes looked directly at Cao Cao, and he opened his mouth to pierce the silence, and said in a righteous voice:

"Thieves Cao will be killed if they want to be killed, if they want to be cut, it will be hard to get rid of you today, a rebellious minister who bullies the king. Although I, Zhao Yan, can't rest in peace, I have already made preparations to die for the big man. A man does things alone Now, since I failed, I just stood here frankly and waited to be punished, so why do you involve others to abuse innocent people."

"Zhao Yan." The side of the dragon seat whispered almost inaudibly.

Fushou's eyes flickered with something unclear, but suddenly fell into the wine glass in front of him.

After only a slight lap, it quickly returned to the still water, as quiet as a needle fell into the heart.

Zhao Yan calmly let the guards swarm up and restrain her. When he was tied down to the ground at the last moment, he raised his head and glanced at her suddenly.

Immediately, he lowered his head deeply, leaving only her and everyone in the hall with a resolute and lonely back.

After he was taken away, the corpse on the bluestone ground was also carried out, and everything was as clean as if it had never happened.

The dancers continued to come and beat the song, playing and singing the most beautiful music of the Yuefu with light dance steps.

The officials continued to watch the dance, returning to the noise and comfort of the interlacing of wine and wine.

Ah Sheng was a little bored, the wine in the palace was mixed with something strong, she only took a few sips, and she was dizzy from the drink, red clouds covered her face, and she kept getting hot.

The person in front of him gradually became a double image, and even the roast duck on the plate grew wings, and inexplicable random images appeared in his mind.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and couldn't care what the occasion was, she fell down on the table and fell asleep drunk, not knowing when it would be.

"A man." "A man."

"A lie."

He had already started to spit out nonsense, and he yelled a few more times in a row because he was vague, and it sounded like he was yelling "□□" and "□□" non-stop.

There was a suppressed low laughter suddenly from around her, but she just fell asleep on the table drowsily, no matter how hard those people were trying to hold back the laughter.

"Ma'am, wake up."

I don't know how long it has passed, and who is calling her, and the crisp voice suddenly penetrated into her ears.

A Sheng broke free from the darkness as if waking up from a dream, blinked ignorantly, his head was still hurting heavily, and he hadn't fully recovered from the drunkenness.

There were vague figures swaying around, she wiped her hazy eyes, and finally her mind was a little clearer.

Three or five maids dressed in palace costumes immediately came into view. Although they were unfamiliar, they all surrounded him and looked at him with concern and obedience.

"The banquet...is it over?" Ah Sheng couldn't help yawning big, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and asked them weakly.

Those palace maids couldn't help laughing out loud, then closed their eyes and replied respectfully: "Madam, the banquet ended half an hour ago, and the ministers and wives have all returned to their homes. It's late at night, and the slaves and maids Let me take you home."

After all, they all had flattering smiles on their faces, carefully peeked at A Sheng's face as if they were afraid of offending her, and rushed to help her up by holding her arm.

When did they become so attentive?

Ah Sheng is a little puzzled, these days he has been living in Tang Ling Palace, it is not likely that these little maids come to flatter and rush to help, why is it so grandiose to go back to the palace after the banquet now.

"No, no, I can go back to sleep by myself." A Sheng raised his eyes to look at the big stars in the sky, and waved his hands quickly, "You all go to bed, it's getting so late, and I have worked so hard during the day, and at night Don't sleep any longer."

Seeing that she gave the order, the maids looked at each other, thinking to themselves that the palace is heavily guarded and the red walls are deep, there probably won't be any thieves doing evil, and naturally she is very safe.

So they couldn't help but smile on their faces, and bowed happily to thank: "Thank you Madam for your concern, the servants will go back first, Madam be careful."

"Okay, okay." Ah Sheng wished that these gorgeous girls would leave quickly, so he reluctantly smiled and let them scatter and leave.

It seems that the night is really deep.

The cool wind blew in through the eaves above her head, and the chill made her wrap her outer clothes tightly, and walked out of the palace door shivering.

It was pitch black outside, but fortunately there were stars in twos and threes providing some light, illuminating the pond and trees beside the path, the rustling wind and the sound of water intermingled and mixed, causing faint ripples.

He was walking on the path, but suddenly a small servant dressed in blue robe rushed out in front of him, Ah Sheng took a closer look, it turned out to be Fulai from Tang Ling Palace.

He obviously just cried a lot, and the snot blisters were still swirling on his upper lip, wiping his tears from time to time with his hand, Ah Sheng couldn't help but feel a little flustered when he saw this.

As soon as Fulai saw her, he saw a savior. Ripples of hope appeared on his face mottled with tears, and he grabbed the hem of her dress, knelt down and burst into tears, with an anxious tone like eyebrows burning:

"It's not good ma'am, the concubine Tang's concubine suddenly suffered from asthma, and even her breathing was messed up. The servants saw that something was wrong. Just then, the servant went to ask the adults of the Imperial Medical Office to treat the empress. Unexpectedly The grown-ups all used the excuse that it was too late at night, and seeing that the concubine Tang was lonely and had no power, they all saw that the wind was driving the rudder and worshiped the high and the low, so they shirked each other and refused to come to treat the empress."

As he cried, his voice was choked with sobs, "Now you are the only madam who can save your mother. You are the wife of Sikong Mansion. As long as you go to the Imperial Medical Office, these medical officers who look down upon others will give you Save face, then our empress will be saved."

Fulai knelt on the ground and spoke pitifully, but Ah Sheng looked at his expression vigilantly, and looked at him suspiciously: "Where is Shi Xiang? Why is it that the concubine Tang is seriously ill? Why didn't she come by herself? Just send you over for medical treatment?"

Fulai paused for a while, the tears rolled down more violently, and tears were streaming down his face, and it took him a long time to suppress his strong gasp, "Sister Shi is the most trusted maid of honor of the empress, and the empress only allows her to serve by the couch alone. She really couldn't get away. Seeing that the slave is still smart and able to do things, she sent the slave over."

Hearing that Asheng didn't answer, the atmosphere was dull for a while, Fulai raised his head slightly in surprise, but was facing her calm face.

She didn't have any expression on her face, she walked straight towards Tang Ling's bedroom without saying a word, her steps were fast and unscrambled.

Fulai couldn't help being anxious, and hurriedly chased her and grabbed her sleeves, pleading pitifully in his voice: "Ma'am, time really can't be delayed any longer, I'm afraid... I'm afraid Tang Concubine Empress can't hold on anymore, you better hurry up!" Go to the Imperial Medical Office, I beg you to save her! This slave kowtows to you on behalf of the master!"

As he said that, he fell to his knees again with a plop, desperately knocking his head on the cold and hard stone slab, making a dull sound.

Unexpectedly, Ah Sheng suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and sneered a few times, frowned, and leaned slightly to look at him: "You should stop pretending to Madam Ben."

The disgusted light in her eyes flashed past, Fulai's complexion changed in shock, and his whole body moved unnaturally.

The door of the dark Changle Palace next to it was locked tightly, and the autumn wind blew over quietly. The copper ring on the door collided with the lock key to make a clear sound, shaking the sound of insects in the middle of the night.

A Sheng saw all the strangeness in his eyes, but saw that he immediately returned to his original eager and hasty expression, with tears streaming out of his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "The slave is telling the truth, why is Madam?" Would you suspect a slave?"

This painful tone is completely like Qi Ran who has been wronged.

A Sheng kept leaning forward unmoved, staring closely at his eyes, clearly seeing the latter's involuntary shrinking emotion, his pupils trembled slightly.

Then she quietly raised her chin, word by word: "My wife and Concubine Tang have known each other for a long time since they were young. I have never heard that she has any asthma. How could she suddenly have such a serious illness for no reason today? Besides, Shi Xiang has always been eager to protect the lord, and she does everything personally, how could she trust an outsider, a small inner prisoner, to handle such an urgent matter? Could it be that this little trick, my wife doesn't have the ability to recognize it?"

Speaking of this, she suddenly raised her voice, opened her eyes slightly, and shouted at him sharply: "Speak! What is the intention of deceiving this lady? If you tell me the truth, this lady can still let you live."

The cold and harsh voice passed through the cold wind and reached the ears clearly, and the tears in Fulai's eyes disappeared instantly, the drooping eyebrows quickly tightened and raised, and the corners of the mouth gradually turned into a grinning shape.

The original mournful tone suddenly turned into disgust like maggots, and the murderous look in her eyes made her shudder: "Madam is really smart. But since Madam has seen through it, I'm sorry, I can't help myself."

Before Ah Sheng realized what he meant, with a "whoosh", an arrow shot from behind her ear, she had no time to dodge, subconsciously turned sideways, almost hitting her left shoulder.

The blood flower burst open, splashing wet the chin.

The warm liquid slowly trickled down his arms, tick-tock-tock-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-to-the-ground.

This feeling of dead silence lasted for half a second, and the bone-piercing pain came immediately, as if the flesh of the body was roughly torn apart, and every nerve from head to foot was involved.

Her eyes froze for an instant, she didn't dare to look down at her body, the clothes were probably already bloody and she couldn't bear to look at them, and the cold wind gushed in from the wound on her shoulder, making her feel even more piercingly painful.

"The slave was originally ordered to keep a life alive, but since it is no longer feasible, the slave has no choice but to use your corpse."