The eunuch Jia quickly stepped forward and knelt on the ground, and apologized repeatedly: "I was ordered to go to Xuanning Palace to handle an office, but I did not report to the king, and I will be sentenced to death!"

"On the Xuanning Palace - Is it okay to say that Lord Sima is good?" Ji Hu asked calmly, but his heart couldn't help but tighten.

"General Ziliang is well. He has taken his shackles and sent him to Qulu to live alone for a few days. He can come to thank the king."

"Oh! That's good." Ji Hu felt relieved, and suddenly glanced at the woman with disheveled hair, her eyebrows and figure seemed to be familiar, and asked, "Who is this woman?"

"She------" Eunuch Jia's eyes flashed a little: "She is the Empress Dowager's personal maid, named Uncle."

"What?" Ji Hu was shocked: "There is a surviving palace maid in Xuanning Palace? Or is it the personal maid of the queen?"

"Ah----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ji Hu was so smart. After thinking about it for a moment, he knew the outline. He stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "I remember that the doctor Hu kept saying it was conscientious. He said that the queen of the throne was infected with the epidemic and the medicine was hard to save. Why was her personal maid alright? Also, all the people in the palace who were infected with the epidemic for only five days, but why did the queen of the throne delay more than half a month? What was going on?"

"This, this slave doesn't know! Doctor Hu is dead, the reason is unknown!" The eunuch Jia kept kowtowing.

"Tell me!" Ji Hu grabbed his collar and shouted sternly, "What disease does the queen have? If you don't tell the truth, you will be punished for deceiving the emperor!"

The eunuch Jia's eyes rolled around and thought to himself: Anyway, the King of Zhou hated E Wen and poisoned E Wen, and he would not really hate himself for this matter, let alone he still had -- he touched the collar of his mouth, and the silk book was still there, so he hardened his heart and admitted with courage: "King, when I saw that the woman had been hindering the king, I let Doctor Hu poison the ginkgo in her medicine. I knew that the sin was serious, and I hope that the king would spare me because of the loyalty of the servant!"

After saying that, he kowtowed like pounding garlic. Ji Hu narrowed his eyes and looked at him, feeling something was wrong. An old eunuch like Jia, who had been in the palace for many years, had long been a virgin. It was the king to be able to protect himself. Why was he so bold? He must have relied on something. He suddenly remembered a rumor he had heard in the palace.

"The Royal City Order!"

"The slave is here!"

"The queen of the legitimate palace lady who was conferred by the previous king. How dare you collude with the imperial physician to commit poisoning? You should be lingchi!"

Hearing the last two words, the eunuch Jia Youru was thunderous, trembling all over, begging for mercy at the top of his voice, "King, no. The slave did not act without authorization, but he did so in accordance with the will of the previous king."

Sure enough, life is in danger, everything is secondary. Ji Hu sneered and stretched out a palm: "Take it!"

The eunuch Jia ripped open his clothes with a "wa" sound, carefully pulled out a silk book from the broken interlayer, and raised it over his head: "When the previous king was dying, he was worried that E's future would be unfavorable to the king, and although he entrusted his son Zhao Gong to do this, such a despicable thing, such a gentleman like Zhao Gong, was disdainful and handed over the edict to a slave. It was said that if E had any evil deeds, he could use this to remove this woman and seek peace in the inner palace!"

Ji Hu took the silk book and glanced at it. It was indeed the handwriting of his father, King Yi, and his heart couldn't help but feel sad. After all, father and son were in love. When he was thinking about his father's illness, he was still trying to plan for his son. How could he not be sad? But what should he do?

He asked the eunuch Jia seriously, "Can this will be backed up and archived in Taifu?"

"What? Taifu backup and archive?" The eunuch Jia led the inner palace for many years and immediately understood Ji Hu's intention. The King of Zhou issued an edict, and usually copied a copy of the Taifu for future search. He was given a secret edict, so what was a secret edict? It was not appropriate to publicize the secret edict. How could there be a backup to be investigated? If the matter of Emu happens in the future, he------

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel chilled, his face was pale, and he couldn't say a word.

Ji Hu put the silk book into his sleeve.

He said lightly: "Since this is the case, it is useless for you to keep this imperial edict, so it will be taken away by the Lone King."

The eunuch Jia Ru knelt down and cried, "Thank you, King-----"

Ji Hu left, and the eunuch Jia was in a mess. He gave his uncle and concubine to the Imperial Medical Office to call, and hurried back to his residence. His apprentice Qi Zhong helped him lie down on the kang mat and whispered: "Master, what are you still worried about? Judging from the emperor's appearance, he obviously agreed to this matter!"

"You are still young, what do you know?" The eunuch Jia sighed, "I only understood the profound meaning of the previous king today. He left me a secret edict to encourage me to act boldly. But he clearly knew that there was no archive and backup of the secret edict. If the incident happened in the future, if I took out a secret edict to protect my life, it would be a crime of forgery. If I didn't take it out, I would be responsible for the crime of poisoning the queen mother. He wanted to use me to control the royal power for his son to clear the obstacles in the harem!"

Qi Zhong was sweating in a cold sweat and exclaimed: "In this way, only if this matter is secretly revealed, Master, you have a way out! That uncle and concubine must die, otherwise this matter will inevitably be leaked. I-----I will go to the central palace to kill her!"

"Come back!" The eunuch Jia called back his apprentice: "She has entered the central palace and has stepped into the Hall of Yama with one foot. You can't go there! Just stare at something every day. If you don't do it yourself, do you understand?"

"Master, I understand."

Haojing Chang Street was originally the most prosperous place in Kyoto. The large trading houses lined up with high eaves, towers and overlapping courtyards. Every family is more luxurious than the official residences of ordinary court officials. Even the shops are sold in a variety of shops, and there are dozens of rooms, copper doors, copper cabinets and fine stones on the floor. It is luxurious and luxurious, and its large shops are all incomparable to alley merchants.

However, the epidemic epidemic in the royal city changed the appearance of the long street. The night market was originally more lively than the day city, but when the lights were used, the lights were scattered. The streets were deserted and yellow dust was flying, and cows and horses were dripping everywhere, making them dirty and smelly. Only a few shops were still on, and there were still cattle and horses in front of the door, with figures coming in and out in a mess, almost like a scene of fleeing.

In this situation, since the news of the palace blockade spread, the long street has been bleak day by day. However, the disappearance of Fengmingtai has caused the business operators to panic and rush to get out of the city, which has become such a scene.

However, the depression on the long street is not a bad thing for some small businesses. For example, the place called "Jixiang" in the west end. Jig is light wine, commonly known as "Liu" in the time, but later generations have become "Riu". Jig ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe ripe

It was dim and there was a squeaking sound of unloading the door panel. A man carrying a load came out of the Lingjiao Xinghuang banner. He walked to the end of the slurry lane with sleepy eyes. There was a deep well there. It is said that the water in this well was sweet and delicious, and it was most suitable for pulping. More than a dozen sweet rice wine workshops in the alley were all relying on this well!

Maybe the man got up too early today, and no family started to fetch water. The man cried out in his heart and shook his shoulder pole and walked towards the wellhead step by step. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at the wellhead with his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, as if he saw something extremely terrible.

On the smooth edge of the well, seven or eight mice sitting or lying in a row, some spitting out red letter-like tongues, and some even making squeaks in their mouths---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Rat! It's amazing! There's a rat--------" The man shouted, threw down the shoulder pole and wooden barrel that made a loud noise, and ran to his water shop desperately.

The quiet morning of Haojing was awakened by this terrifying roar and fell into an endless nightmare----

In the early morning, the city gates of Haojing were filled with people entering and leaving the city. Inside the city gates, those who were waiting to leave the city were loads of carriages and horses, like a colorful river of nomadic tribes migrating. But outside the city, those who were waiting to come in were fragments and intermittent, and they were all red-clothed Old Zhou people.

People were thinking, watching anxiously-----

Just at this moment, a fast horse came with a whip in the vermilion flag, galloping and shouting: "The prime minister's strict orders will be closed from now on, and no entry or exit will be allowed!"

The roar was so irritating. People surrounded the riders and asked repeatedly: "Why did the Prime Minister close the four doors? We are businessmen in Changjie. If there is an urgent matter in the family in Zhongyuan, we must go back!"

"Yes, why did the city gate suddenly close? Could something happened to the royal city?"

The rider waved his hand and shouted repeatedly: "I am only responsible for conveying the Prime Minister's order. If you have business in the city, it is better to go back to the store!"

With the wave of the vermilion king flag, a team of iron-clad soldiers came down from the city, each holding a long spear in his hands, ready to arrest those who were making trouble at any time. In this situation, I don’t know the specific reason. Although people were unwilling to do so, they still returned in disappointment due to pressure.

Under the poplar forest in the study outside Zhaogong Mansion, there were red leaves everywhere and the branches were hideous. Zhao Bohu had been wandering around here for a while, and his spirit was refreshed in the cold morning breeze. From the day when Xuanning Palace was confined, he knew that this day would come sooner or later and was always preparing for it.


Chapter completed!