The killer concubine of the sick prince

Before Zhao Ruixi could speak, Zhao Wenyu had already said, "Zhao Ruijing and Zhao Ruiyi are out of danger now. On the way back to Beijing, Zhao Rui'an is investigating this matter. Everything in Xiangzhou is normal and there is no trouble. You just need to stay there." In prison, it's only a matter of time before these things are resolved."

"There's no time." Zhao Ruixi said with downcast eyes, suppressing the excitement of the long-lost reunion, "On the fifth day of next month, the real prince will be in Xidu, and Xiao Jiu will be sent out at that time, and we must resolve this matter before Zhao Ruicheng goes crazy .”

"You really have no plans?"

Zhao Ruixi shook his head, "Either it's Zhao Ruiyi or Zhao Ruijing, but it can't be Zhao Ruicheng. He's just a chess piece, and he's even inferior to the old eight."

Zhao Wenyu has been away from Beijing for more than ten years, and has long since lost her impression of the Eighth Prince. When she left, the eighth and ninth princes were only a few years old.

"What's the matter with your little concubine?" Zhao Wenyu traveled day and night from outside the pass to the west. Along the way, she heard many stories about the love between Prince Xi and Concubine Xi. Regardless of the difficulties and dangers, Princess Xi chased her husband to Xiangzhou for thousands of miles, and the rumors spread vividly.

As soon as she finished asking, Zhao Wenyu saw that her cold brother's face softened.

"That's it, don't bring him into it."

Zhao Wenyu immediately laughed, "When can I have a little nephew who can be called aunt?"

Zhao Ruixi's ears turned red, she turned around and didn't want to speak.

Zhao Wenyu was very happy, and patted him on the shoulder, "Then I'll go first, you have to rest and recuperate these few days, and the team from Yuzhou will arrive in Beijing in three days, and I'm afraid there will be another turmoil."

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Two days later, the team returning from Yuzhou had arrived at the border of the Western Capital, and it took about half a day to reach the capital.

At this time, they still have a section of mountain road to go. This section of mountain road is steep, it is a dangerous pass, and it is also an important place for military defense in the western capital.Easy to defend but difficult to attack, no enemy can open.

The team returning from Yuzhou should be more careful when going here. There was an assassination in Yuzhou, and the heads of these guards have been pinned to take them with them. If there is another accident this time, no matter whether these princes are fine or not, they have to go first Lose your head.

A little bit of trouble can cause a huge reaction.

The shadow of the city wall of the Western Capital can already be seen, and it only needs to pass through a dense forest to reach the city boundary.

Suddenly, a sharp sword pierced through the air, and the overly tense garrison was in a mess. Zhao Ruiyi and Zhao Ruijing, who had just recovered, drew their swords to resist, but the arrows did not grow long, and the horses under them were frightened. The garrison fought in one place.

The manpower of the garrison is getting smaller and smaller. Seeing that the two princes are about to be made dumplings by the assassins, someone suddenly arrives on horseback.

It turned out to be Ren Fengqi who was supposed to stay behind.

Ren Fengqi led well-trained soldiers, and their arrival instantly reversed the disadvantage of the garrison.

"I'm late to save you!"

The second prince looked gloomy and waved his hands, "Go back to Beijing!"

Zhao Ruiyi did not speak, but followed behind Zhao Ruijing with probing eyes. The two assassinations did not seem to be done by one person.He beckoned Laidong to come over, Laidong cupped his hands, walked slower and slower in the marching team, and finally quietly faded out of everyone's sight and disappeared into the crowd.

Sure enough, Emperor Meng Qing was furious.

He denounced the garrison for making mistakes in the escort, and denounced Ren Fengqi for being late in rescuing him. After being punished, Zhao Fuqing sat on the dragon chair and panted heavily.

Beckoning, a few hidden guards came out of the shadows and delivered a lot of things.

Zhao Fuqing looked at them one by one, grinned ferociously, turned the dragon head on the dragon chair, a secret passage flashed out from behind the dragon chair, he turned and walked inside.

The dark passage is very long, and the inside is illuminated by fist-sized luminous pearls, and exquisite reliefs are carved on each stone brick.

At the end of the dark passage is an empty stone room. In the stone room, there is a stone platform wrapped in layers of water-red gauze curtains. There is a soft couch on it. There are a few scattered scrolls beside the stone platform. Behind the gauze curtain, a corner of the red shirt could be vaguely seen.

Obsession flashed across Meng Qinghuang's eyes. He approached step by step, even breathing quickly. Just as he was about to lift the gauze curtain, a dagger with a cold light suddenly lay across his neck, killing him sharply. He even forced out a bloodstain.

There was flattery in his voice, "Nanzhi, it's me..."

But the dagger remained motionless, there was a wind in the stone room, and the water-red gauze flipped, revealing a hand with clear bones and a strong hand, as beautiful as a handicraft, but it had infinite murderous aura.

"It's been ten years, and you still can't forgive me?" Zhao Fuqing's voice was filled with regret and regret, as if Nan Zhi's indifference was an unforgivable mistake.

"What do you want? I am the master of this great honor, and I can get everything you want."

The plain white hand turned over, and the gleaming dagger disappeared behind the gauze curtain. Zhao Fuqing's eyes flashed with ecstasy and desperation. He was about to go up the stone platform when he was suddenly slapped away with a strong palm.

He just flew out and hit the hard wall of the stone room.

"I want your life."

The cold voice contained infinite killing intent, but Zhao Fuqing actually laughed foolishly.

"It's a pity that you can't protect yourself now. The Yun family is gone. Your stupid younger sister seems to want to go to the palace to assassinate her for revenge. Now she can't even find her body. Before Su Qinghe died, she hated you so much, you said— —If her son knows that the murderer who killed her mother is still alive, what will happen to you."

Silence continued to spread in the stone room. Behind the water-red curtain sat a character woman in red clothes. She had black hair and snow-skinned skin. The red clothes looked like fire. There was a flame-like line between her eyebrows, and her eyes were full of rage. and murderous.

The most important thing is that the appearance of this woman is exactly the same as that of Jiang Jiuyi!

She is the saint who has been missing for ten years in Nanyi Village, Yun Shaocheng's missing wife, and Jiang Jiuyi's mother who should have passed away long ago—Nanzhi!

She is still alive!

After a long time, Nanzhi spoke, with a voice as cold as ice, "Zhao Fuqing—you were the one who killed Yun Shaocheng, you were the one who killed Su Yanqing, and you were the one who forced Su Qinghe to death. You are the one who killed Yun Shaocheng. The sinner of Darong, whose name is not justified, will do whatever it takes to get this position."

Zhao Fuqing didn't speak, his eyes were dark, and he laughed in a low voice after a long time: "Nanzhi, I didn't expect you to be so naive after more than ten years. This position is for the capable. Yun Shaocheng will die because of his innocence, and your innocence will make you live in the dark underground for the rest of your life."

"Sooner or later, you will understand that I am the best choice."

Zhao Fuqing walked away with a flick of his sleeves, while Nan Zhi let out a sigh.