The killer concubine of the sick prince

The wind howled in my ears, severe pain came from my shoulders and heart, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness came. Jiang Jiuyi was still thinking about it, wondering if she would be born again after jumping off the cliff this time...

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The thieves were beheaded and killed by the guards with hindsight, and even those who were captured simply took poison and committed suicide.

Zhao Ruixi was still stepping on the chest of an assassin. Seeing that the last living assassin was also dead, he casually kicked the person aside like trash.

People from the Zhao family stood around. When all the damned people died, Emperor Meng Qing, who had been well protected in the Ninth Temple, finally came out.

All the princes stood behind the guards, judging the farce condescendingly.

"See the emperor!"

The successive kneeling sounds failed to make Zhao Ruixi turn around, and the tip of his sword was still touching the chest of a guard—it was this man who gave the order to force Jiang Jiuyi off the cliff.

"Zhao Ruixi!"

But Zhao Ruixi turned a deaf ear to it. He saw Ren Yunliang standing between the guards, and directly clicked: "Ren Yunliang, follow me down to find someone."

Before Ren Yunliang could make an inventory of the troops and take action, the commander of the imperial guards cupped his hands and said, "Fourth prince, what is the duty, we need to protect the safety of the emperor here."

Zhao Ruixi turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't care whether these people would follow him down, holding the long sword in his hand, he wanted to go down the cliff to find people.

"Zhao Ruixi, what do you look like!"

"What does it look like?" Zhao Ruixi seemed to be confused, and he repeated, "You asked me 'what does it look like'?"

He turned around, and there was anger and murderous intent in those usually cool peach eyes, "You actually asked me 'what do you look like'!"

Zhao Ruixi's sharp eyes swept across the crowd like a long knife, "Of course you are escorted." His voice mocked, "Of course you are escorted!"

Blood fell down his long sword and stained the ground red.

"Huh——" His sword pointed directly at the Eighth Prince Zhao Ruiqi, and even made this timid and timid guy scream and almost urinate out of his pants.

"Fourth, what are you going to do!"

However, Zhao Ruixi ignored Meng Qinghuang's scolding at all. He looked condescendingly at the eighth prince who was sitting on the ground trembling, and said contemptuously: "How does it feel to shrink behind others? How does it feel to shamelessly use other people's lives to live? "

Zhao Ruixi's words obviously touched his pain, he bluffed to show his justice, "That's just a slave!"

"Don't think I didn't see that you let the Janissaries shoot their arrows."

"I'm not wrong! It's that bitch who somehow wants to kill me!" The Eighth Prince was terrified.

Now the open space in front of Nine is completely silent, the wind blowing through the mountains, the vague smell becomes obvious.

"Even such a battle can shock you so much that you can't control the flesh under your body, since that's the case—don't ask for it."

Accompanied by Zhao Ruixi's voice, a flash of bright sword light flashed, and the mournful howling also resounded through Qingping Mountain.

"what--!"

The blade was still an inch away from him, but the snow under the Eighth Prince was already soaked by yellow water.

"Zhao Ruixi! This is your brother!"

Meng Qinghuang could only scold him feebly from the sidelines, he couldn't even stop his crazy son?

"My brother? Are you telling me that this kind of worthless is my younger brother? Your Majesty, do you think this kind of worthless is worthy of being your son?" Zhao Ruixi pulled out his sword and looked at the guard at the back with provocative and malicious eyes. Ninety-five supreme beings in the outer circle.

Without waiting for Meng Qinghuang to answer, he said again: "Let me take people down to search the mountains. If you want to see people, if you want to see people, if you want to see dead bodies, you don't mind. I will find my own princess myself!"

"you--!"

"Your Majesty!" Empress Xia who was supposed to stay in the Eighth Temple suddenly appeared, "Let him go."

Meng Qinghuang was furious, looking at his son as if looking at an enemy.

"After all, she is Jiang Shoufu's daughter, and you should help out of reason."

"Follow him!" After saying that, he walked away.

Empress Xia who came in a hurry looked at Zhao Ruixi, and ordered: "General Ren, please help Prince Xi to look for it." Her voice was still a little choked up, "Anyway, please bring Princess Xi back."

Zhao Ruixi glanced at Empress Xia, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you."

After speaking, he ran down the mountain without looking back.

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Meng Qinghuang had already entered the meditation room of the Ninth Temple, and he even dropped the teapot in the meditation room.

But someone still needs to preside over the overall situation here. Empress Xia asked the imperial guards to help the monks of the Huguo Temple to clean up the place, and sent a message to send additional guards to send the Imperial Forest Army and Dali Temple to search the mountain for investigation, and to appease the frightened The harem concubines and the family members of important ministers asked a few princes who hadn't panicked to assist with the work.

After everything was arranged properly, he took the blood-stained skirt to look for Meng Qinghuang who was still in anger.

Standing outside the meditation room, she knocked lightly on the door and said softly, "Your Majesty."

There was no response from the room, so Empress Xia said, "Your Majesty, my concubine has come in."

Candles were burning inside the house, and it was already dark outside at this time. If it were on the fifth day of the previous year, they would have to leave for the palace at this time, but with today's change, they had to stay here overnight.

Tomorrow morning, she and Meng Qinghuang will be the first to return, and after the results of Soushan's investigation come out, the princes, princesses and even the family members of the important ministers will be cleared of their suspicions before they can return to Beijing.

Zhao Fuqing was sitting on the couch, with a broken teapot and splashed tea at his feet. It took a lot of manpower and material resources to make this little pumpkin tribute tea so natural.

Empress Xia just glanced at it briefly, then waved away the people waiting outside the door, and then refilled a cup of tea for Zhao Fuqing.

"Your Majesty, the defense has been arranged. The situation on the mountain road at night is complicated, and we need to go down the mountain tomorrow morning. The second prince and Xiao Wu are already leading people to investigate the situation of the Huguo Temple, and the first prince is taking care of the monks here. Follow us up the mountain to pray for the family members of important ministers They are also settled down, and they will be released after investigation has some clues."

Zhao Fuqing was obviously satisfied with Empress Xia's methodical arrangements and avoiding the embarrassment just now. He sighed, put down the teacup in his hand, and turned to cover Empress Xia's hand.

As if touched, he said: "You have worked hard."

"This is what courtiers and concubines should do." Empress Xia smiled, seemingly moved, but her heart was calm.

"Your Majesty, let's take a rest earlier. I made soothing soup in the kitchen, and I will drink it after the vegetarian meal later, so I can take a good rest."

Zhao Fuqing moved his lips, and before he could speak, Empress Xia said first, "General Ren asked the Second Young Master Ren to bring a team to help find someone. The situation of Princess Xi has not been communicated to the Jiang family yet, and the Jiang family brothers and sisters are still below. rest in the temple."

Meng Qinghuang waved his hand wearily, "Let him go, if the person is really gone, give the Jiang family more grace."

Empress Xia lowered her eyes, covering the complicated eyes, "Yes, Your Majesty."