At this moment, Chu Zhao, who had just taken in the concubine of the seventy-third room last night, was still dreaming in Wenrou Village, but was awakened by the housekeeper rushing in with a pee.
"You bastard, are you going to a funeral so early in the morning?" Chu Zhao looked angry, stood up, and kicked the housekeeper directly in the heart.
The housekeeper did a somersault, ignoring the pain on his body, and knelt down quickly, "Your Majesty, things are going bad, Mr. Xiao Zhang is here!"
"What Mr. Xiao Zhang? Where did Mr. Xiao Zhang come from?" He had just gotten up. His body was a little sore from working hard last night and his head was dizzy. Chu Zhao rubbed his temples and searched in his mind for a while. He couldn't remember the morning.
There are also ministers with the surname Zhang who are above the third rank in the hall.
"It's that...that Mr. Xiao Zhang who was named Crown Princess by His Majesty!"
"Who?!" This time, Chu Zhao remembered, his eyes widened, "What is she doing here?"
He had never dealt with Chu Lan. Why did this woman come to his place so early in the morning?
His intuition told him that something was wrong.
"No, I don't know." When the housekeeper thought of the manner in which that person came, he felt inexplicably frightened. She was obviously just a teenage woman, but how could she be more frightened by her aura than the old prince? "And there were people behind her.
Those who have arrived at Dali Temple should not wait to see Zhang Tianhe, the governor of the capital."
"They are here too?" Chu Zhao was really a little panicked now, and he quickly stood up and dressed.
Although he is His Majesty's uncle, he has never had real power. In addition, the last time Chu Lan questioned his identity, many members of the royal family were dissatisfied with him, so he had to treat him with caution.
However, before the maid could help him put on his shoes and socks, a clear voice came from outside, "Old Prince Zhao, it's almost midnight, why, you haven't woken up yet. It's good to sleep more as you get older, but
It’s not good to oversleep.”
Chu Zhao's actions suddenly stopped, his face darkened, he glared at the housekeeper, and said bitterly: "Why did you let her come here?"
These three people came to the door together, and they would definitely go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything.
He originally planned to stabilize these three people while looking for reinforcements, but now he has not had time to prepare anything...
Chu Zhao was anxious and did not suppress his voice. Without waiting for the butler's reply, he heard the crisp voice directly crossing the threshold and entering the back room.
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the old man with a sallow complexion sitting on the bed with a smile, his eyes curved and the corners of his lips raised, "Oh, isn't it because I can't wait to see you?"
At this point, Chu Zhao was not unexperienced. He simply stepped up his legs and straightened his posture. He didn't put on his shoes or socks anymore. He just stepped on his shoes and pretended to be calm: "You are in a hurry to see me.
, what's the matter? I just got engaged to the prince a few days ago, why do you rush directly to the elder's house without any rules?"
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him, chuckled, and glanced around without saying a word.
Mo Bianxian raised his eyebrows, followed the gaze and moved forward to move a sandalwood chair and placed it in front of Zhang Qingjiu - facing Chu Zhao no more than three feet away.
Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly, cast an approving look at him, sat down and straightened his robe, feeling calm and relaxed.
Chu Zhao was stunned by their actions and swallowed subconsciously, inexplicably remembering the scene of the three-court trial.
After just a moment, he cursed in his heart that he had really overslept. After all, he was a majestic prince. Could it be that he was really fooled by these juniors?!
But before he could speak again, Zhang Qingjiu cast his faint eyes over again. Although there was a smile in the corner of his eyes, Chu Zhao felt that it was quite unfathomable and seemed familiar, like Chu Lan.
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He has never liked Chu Lan. That nephew has never had any respect for him, and now the wife he is looking for is exactly the same as him!
This whole family is so disgusting!
When he thought of this, Chu Zhao's original intention of telling himself to calm down was instantly thrown out of his mind, and he snorted coldly, "Ignorant of etiquette, and extremely vulgar!"
"Ignorant of etiquette? Vulgar?" Zhang Qingjiu was instantly happy when he heard this, "Who is Prince Zhao talking about?"
"I don't know who this king is talking about?" Chu Zhao said with disdain.
"Oh - that's it!" Zhang Qingjiu nodded vigorously, with a look of realization on his face, "It turns out that the old prince is so self-aware!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room was shocked except for Zhang Qingjiu himself who still had a smile on his face. Mo Bianxian remained expressionless as always.
After reacting, the corners of Zhang Tianhe's mouth moved, and laughter almost reached his throat. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and had to pretend to cough twice.
As he coughed, the servants in the room also started coughing.
Chu Zhao couldn't hear the coughing that was suppressing laughter, and his face was ashen, "You girl, what are you talking nonsense about? Do you really think that I don't dare to teach you a lesson?"
"Nonsense?" After counting the time, Zhang Qingjiu did not intend to entangle with Chu Zhao any longer. He stood up and said slowly: "You, a prince, dare to commit adultery with the Queen Mother and the noble concubine, bring trouble to the palace, and even try to pull Chu Lan.
Dismounting from the horse and helping Chu Kuo ascend, isn't this disrespectful and vulgar? Teach me a lesson? Are you worthy of it?"
She didn't speak quickly, each word was neither hasty nor slow, but it was loud and clear. At the end of her speech, she suddenly raised her voice, with a momentum that shook the mountains and the earth.
Inexplicably, everyone present felt a chill in their hearts.
Zhang Tianhe had never seen Zhang Qingjiu like this before, and was so frightened that he didn't know how to react.
Mo Tongxiao narrowed his eyes and sighed in his heart: She was angry.
The one who had the strongest reaction was Chu Zhao. When he heard Zhang Qingjiu say that he had committed adultery with the Queen Mother, he almost jumped out of bed, but fortunately the last trace of reason suppressed his movements.
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Taking a deep breath, Chu Zhao looked angry, stretched out his finger and said: "Zhang Qingjiu, red mouth and white teeth, don't spit on others with blood!"
He did these things covertly. Concubine Xie died and Queen Mother Xie left the capital. There was no way Zhang Qingjiu knew about this!
"Old Prince Zhao is joking." Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, "Do you need to hold blood in your mouth when spraying you?"
"you!"
Looking at the ferocious and twisted face opposite him, Zhang Qingjiu sneered and took the confession handed over by Zhang Tianhe, "How about Prince Zhao take a look at this?"
Chu Zhao took it and unfolded it until he saw the end, his face suddenly turned pale, "How, how is it possible? He, this... this is spitting blood!"
"Oh, the old prince is half right about this." Zhang Qingjiu nodded, "When he wrote the confession, there was indeed blood in his mouth, but he is your grandson, and he can't spit it out. Do you really think so in your heart?
No points?"
Chu Zhao was horrified. Everything written on it was indeed true, including the fact that he asked that boy He Lianzhen to help Chu Kuo, but how could this boy...
"It seems that Prince Zhao is very curious about the origin of this confession, so let me explain it." Zhang Qingjiu walked a few steps in the room, "Yesterday morning, Chu Kuo and Zhang Qingcha died.
The government office found out that your good grandson is the murderer. He was arrested in Nanfeng Pavilion last night, and after a night of interrogation, the government office obtained this confession."
Looking at Chu Zhao's disbelieving eyes, Zhang Qingjiu paused for a moment, and his tone seemed to be filled with doubts and sighs, "Actually, speaking of it, this matter was already widely circulated yesterday and last night. Why didn't Prince Zhao's house stop it?
Got any news?"
The corners of Chu Zhao's mouth twitched, and the fingers holding the confession turned blue.
Seeing the angry look on his face, Zhang Qingjiu stood up and walked to a red candle, half-smiling but not smiling, and said, "Oh, I understand, it turns out that everyone in the mansion was busy delivering the seventh grade to Prince Zhao last night.
The concubine in the thirteenth room is gone!"
As soon as this sentence came out, Chu Zhao could no longer hold back.