The two disciples who went around to look into the wind to inquire quickly approached and whispered a few words to Guan Wei.
Qiuqiu turned to see.
The disciple next to Guan Wei hesitated for a moment: "Qiuzhang Peak, there are people confronting each other in the palace next to him... Why don't we go and have a look?"
What he said was not very sincere, obviously not his intention.
He also turned to look at Guan Wei. It was obvious that there was no suspense at all who instructed him to say this.
Qiuqiu suddenly understood that Guan Wei saw that the atmosphere between Fang Zhenren and her was tense and awkward, so he found a reason to relieve her.
"Okay, then go and have a look."
There were lights in the palace, and vague voices came from it.
Before you even walked in, you could hear the woman screaming and scolding: "I think who dares you! I am the imperial concubine, and I am the sixth prince's biological mother! You dare to be arrogant. My son will never forgive you if he becomes the emperor!"
Qiuqiu stood by the window and looked around.
The disciple just now said it was a confrontation, but it was actually a beautified statement. But this scene really doesn't match. On the one hand, there are more than a dozen or twenty people, and they can get the upper hand at first glance. On the other hand, there is only a beautiful woman in palace clothes and a palace maid, and she is so scared that she hurried beside the wall. She should be in her thirties, but she is born with beauty. Even if she is now lost, she is still
The other person is also the leader, but she looks a little old and has no charm anymore. Even if she is dressed in luxurious clothes, she cannot hide her old look.
The guard next to him lifted a chair, and she sat down slowly: "Are you a concubine? I am the queen. Are you still counting on your precious son to come and save you? Come on, show it to her."
The people behind him brought out bags. The queen raised her up, and the man handed the bag to the imperial concubine.
The palace maid next to the imperial concubine came over tremblingly and took the bag over.
The girl might have guessed something. She took the bag and shivered even harder, her legs were so weak that she couldn't stand. She forced herself to walk back two steps, and knelt on the ground together. She couldn't hold the bag in her hand and fell to the ground. She rolled forward twice.
"How do you do the job? Pick it up quickly and give your concubine a good look, and take a closer look at it."
The palace maid shook like a sieve, walked forward, crawled over to get the bag, and then began to untickle the cloth knot on it.
The imperial concubine looked at the queen in surprise and looked down at the baggage that was revealing her true appearance.
The moment the burden was untied, the imperial concubine called out a tragic roar.
There is a head in the baggage.
Qiuqiu and the others had long guessed what was inside. Even if they didn't look at it, they could smell it.
The imperial concubine rushed up and hugged the head, holding it in front of her eyes and looking carefully.
The queen laughed loudly, and the laughter reminded Qiuqiu of Ye Owl. It was so tingling that people's scalp was numb.
"Why? Don't you know him? Isn't this your precious son, the Sixth Prince? Just because of him, I want to compete with my son in the palace? Don't dream! Look, we are a sister. I know that you miss your son, so I deliberately let someone leave his head and send him back to the capital. Why? You mother and son are finally reunited now. Shouldn't you thank me?"
The imperial concubine held her son's head tightly, cried and howled, and she couldn't make a sound. Everyone felt cold on her back. It was the desperate howling of a woman who had lost her child. She cried and shouted, and cursed the queen in front of her with all the vicious words she could think of. Qiuqiu had never heard these words in two lifetimes. She even thought that there would be such vicious and tricky words in the world.
The disciple behind Guan Wei finally couldn't help but speak: "Guan Zhangfeng, are they possessed by monsters?"
"No." Guan Wei said: "Is there any demonic energy you can't tell?"
The disciple was a little ashamed: "The disciple is incompetent."
It's not his fault.
Qiuqiu also felt that the two women in front of him were like being possessed by monsters.
But it's certain that they didn't.
Maybe there is a monster hidden in everyone's heart.
The imperial concubine looked like she was already crazy, holding her son's head and cried and shouting. Later, she actually started to laugh, laughing and talking.
The queen obviously enjoyed the pleasure of completely defeating her opponent. She seemed to not want to kill the concubine at all. It was like a cat caught a mouse and plucked it around, but she refused to eat it in one bite.
The queen proudly left, leaving behind the imperial concubine and the palace maid who seemed to be scared. In this once gorgeous palace, only a few candles were lit in the hall, which was not enough to illuminate the entire space.
When Qiuqiu was about to turn around and leave, the imperial concubine stopped crying.
Qiuqiu turned around and looked.
The imperial concubine carefully put down the head in her hand, wrapped it back carefully, hugged it tightly in her arms, and kicked the little palace maid who was silenced on the ground: "Get up."
The palace maid stood up in a daze.
"Follow me."
The palace maid followed her stupidly. After walking a few steps, she suddenly seemed to have figured out something and grabbed the imperial concubine: "Empress, empress, don't look for a shortcoming."
"Who said I want to find a short-sighted opinion?" The imperial concubine's voice was hoarse, but she was indeed very calm. If it weren't for her scattered clothes, she would have looked at her calmness and momentum now, the hysteria just now seemed like everyone had experienced an illusion.
The two young disciples felt that they were not using enough eyes.
They have lived in the mountains since they were young, and have they ever seen such a wonderful drama?
Not to mention them, even Qiuqiu felt his eyes wide open and amazing.
When the imperial concubine saw the head just now, they all felt that the imperial concubine must be finished. She would be stupid if she was not crazy, and she would definitely not be able to escape death in the end.
But now it seems that the imperial concubine is neither crazy nor stupid, and even the abnormality just now seems to be pretending to show the queen and cheating her.
Not only was the queen cheated, but they were also fooled by the bystanders standing outside the window.
The imperial concubine led the little palace maid without going through the main entrance, and the queen was guarded by the main entrance. She and the palace maid left the palace through the secret door. The imperial concubine had already changed out of luxurious and cumbersome clothes and dressed like the palace maid.
She did not want to leave the palace. Instead, she walked all the way to the side hall where the coffin of the Emperor was parked.
What does this woman want to do?
They followed the imperial concubine and walked to the door of the side hall.
Shi'er and Elder Cao happened to walk out of the side hall.
Of course the imperial concubine couldn't see them. She glanced around and asked the palace maid to stay at the door to keep the wind for her. She carried the bag into the side hall herself.
She couldn't have wanted to put her son's head together with the dead emperor to reunite her father and son, right?
This idea made Qiuqiu feel chilled.
No, she also felt that she had lived in vain for so many years. She could not see through this imperial concubine at all, and she didn't know what was going on with her. She couldn't guess what she wanted to do.
All of them, including the elderly elder Cao, were no exception, followed the imperial concubine and walked back into the side hall.
Qiuqiu even ignored the pungent and unpleasant smell of the side palace.
The emperor's body was not carefully preserved, so he filled it with lime or something. No one even guarded it here, only a coffin was placed alone in the hall. Several white curtains were hung on the beam, which was indescribable.
The imperial concubine walked to the side of the coffin, put the bag in her hand aside and pushed the lid hard.
The coffin was not nailed to death. She pushed it hard a few times and finally pushed the lid of the coffin aside.
Qiuqiu asked in a low voice: "How did the emperor die?"
Shi'er and Elder Cao join forces to figure out the true cause of the emperor's death.
"It's poisoning."
The answer is not surprising at all, but what is surprising is that Shier continued: "It is a chronic poison. It has been a few years ago."
"Several years ago?"
"It must have been four or five years."
Who is so eager for the emperor to die? But since he is looking forward to his death, why should he use such a chronic poison?
Well, it may be that it is too difficult to poison the emperor. There are so many eyes staring at the food and drink. Someone tried it first, and the immediate poison is effective. But the problem is that it is useless for the emperor to not be able to eat it.
The imperial concubine gasped and stood beside the coffin and looked at the dead emperor lying inside.
The emperor hasn't...well. He has completely turned bad. He lay there quietly, his face full of wrinkles and his hair has turned white.
Such an old emperor is not in line with such a beautiful concubine. No matter how you look at the emperor, he is almost seventy, right? The concubine is only in her early thirties.
"Emperor." The imperial concubine's voice sounded so empty and weird in the quiet palace: "I'm here to see you."
Qiuqiu instinctively approached Shi'er.
"I also brought the sixth prince. The emperor used to say that he liked Xiaoliu the most. He was the smartest, most like you, and the most capable of inheriting the throne... Look, I brought him, the emperor must be very happy, right?"
The imperial concubine put the head on the emperor's chest: "Your Majesty, your son is almost dead now. Xiao Liu is dead now, and only the third brother is left, but he can't live this winter. Your son will all die, and no one will be left."
"The poison of the third brother is the same as that of the emperor. How uncomfortable you are when you die, he will experience the same torture when he dies." The imperial concubine's tone was gentle and peaceful, and even sounded tender.
If she changes time or place, her voice can even be called intoxicating.
I believe that when the emperor was still there, he must have loved this concubine very much, and was fascinated by her beauty and tenderness.
"Your Majesty, when you killed my father, my brother, and my future husband, you must have thought that one day you would die in my hands, right? You didn't kill me and killed me together. It was the biggest mistake you have done in your life. Now that you are dead, your sons are dead, and the emperor has to change to someone else's surname... Haha..." The imperial concubine laughed softly first, and then laughed happily: "The year I entered the palace, after you spoiled me for the first time, I asked me what I wanted, and I said, I will get what I want myself, and I will definitely get it. I finally got it now." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support are my greatest motivation.)
ps: The weather is so cold and cold... It becomes very troublesome when the hair reaches winter. It is oily on the top and static electricity on the bottom...