Obviously all this is a coincidence, but why does Chu Zhao feel like he has been plotted against him from beginning to end?
It was as if a hand grabbed him tightly and put him into this cage.
In fact, he did not take this concubine last night, but a fortune teller suddenly came to the house, saying that if he took this concubine last night, he would be able to have a son in one fell swoop!
Thinking that he is now fifty-two and has been looking forward to his son all his life, how can he not be moved when he hears these words?
Things that were supposed to be done three days later were brought forward to last night.
After squeezing the confession in his hand, Chu Zhao's eyes turned cold. As long as there was no confession, there would be no proof.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved his fingers, he heard the person opposite laugh, "Tear it up, you can tear it up, not to mention that the book in your hand is either the original book or the original book. At worst, I will ask He Lianzhen to write another ten copies."
Eight portions is not a difficult task."
Zhang Qingjiu sat down again, looked into Chu Zhao's angry eyes with a smile on his face, and made a please gesture.
The paper, which was originally as light as a wing, suddenly became as heavy as a stone.
Suddenly, Chu Zhao thought of a way to break the situation. They had no other evidence except this confession. As long as there was no other evidence to prove that he had really done this, it would be impossible for him to admit it. As long as he did not plead guilty, these people would
Nothing can be done to him!
Thinking of this, Chu Zhao's eyes lit up and he said, "Don't be deceived by that boy He Lianzhen. He is an unworthy descendant. How can you believe his words?"
"It's a one-sided statement." Zhang Qingjiu nodded, "What about adding this?"
With that said, Zhang Qingjiu took the second thing from Mo Dangxian's hand.
"I came early, so I took a walk around Prince Zhao's house when I had nothing to do, and found some interesting things." Zhang Qingjiu raised the letter in his hand, with a smile on his face, lowered his eyes, opened one, and opened it.
, "Qingqing Yunyi, seeing the words is like meeting each other."
After reading this, Zhang Qingjiu paused, turned around and asked, "Who is Yunyi?"
"Thank you, Queen Mother, for your maiden name, Yunyi." Mo Tingxian said without changing his expression.
"Oh!" Zhang Qingjiu nodded clearly and gave the person behind him an approving look, "Master Mo is indeed well-informed."
Don't wait: "..."
Zhang Qingjiu continued to read, "Not seeing you for one day is like three autumns. Please be at ease. I have arranged for someone to take care of Kuan Zhi's affairs... Who is Kuan Zhi?"
Mo Tongxian's mouth twitched, and now he didn't know that this person was asking questions knowingly, but he still responded, "Eighth Prince Chu Kuo, his courtesy name is Kuanzhi."
"Oh!" Zhang Qingjiu suddenly realized, and when Chu Zhao's face became darker and darker, he read everything word for word, "Yunyi, please don't be anxious, just take good care of yourself, and we will go to the top of Wushan Yunyu together when you come back... This
What is the top of the clouds and rain in Wushan Mountain?"
Don't wait: "..."
Are you polite when you ask me this?
But this time, there was no need to wait for an answer. After hearing the last sentence, Chu Zhao couldn't help it anymore. He rushed forward to take the letter back, but he didn't want to be tripped by the shoes and socks on the ground.
It hit a dog and ate shit.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, folded the letter and handed it back to Mo Dangxian without hesitation, and said with a smile, "Why is Prince Zhao so excited? This is not a festival or a new year, I can't afford it."
Such a great gift from you.”
Chu Zhao's heart was almost bleeding. He never thought that in the end, he would actually stumble here!
This letter was written on the spur of the moment before he had sex with his concubine last night, thinking of the Queen Mother Xie. At that moment, he felt like he was possessed by a demon, and just wanted to write such a letter. After he finished writing, he hurriedly went to
I originally planned to send the bridal chamber out early this morning, but I never thought that it would be searched by these people!
"Zhang Qingjiu, I have no grievances with you!" Chu Zhao took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you want to plot against me like this? As long as you pretend not to see all this, I can grant you everything
want!"
"Planning?" Zhang Qingjiu sneered, "Not to mention that this is all irrefutable evidence and you still have the nerve to say that I plotted against you. Could it be that you have been hanging out with the Xie family for a long time and learned their shameless skills?
"
"you!"
"Say it again!" Without waiting for Chu Zhao's reaction, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly stood up and took two steps forward. He looked at him condescendingly for a while, then slowly knelt down and said, "You have no grievances against me, but you don't have any grievances with me."
You should, you should never help them scheme against Chu Lan. Whether it’s your attitude towards him in the past or your doubts about Qiu Di’s visit, I will remember them for you one by one. I am... you
I can scheme, but if you dare to bully Chu Lan, you must be prepared to seek death."
Ever since Murong Chun came, this person was destined to die in her place.
"So you did it for him?" Hearing what Zhang Qingjiu said, Chu Zhao burst out laughing, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "He has found a good wife, but do you know that even if he comes?
, it may not be possible to let this king die!"
With that said, Chu Zhao raised his eyes and looked towards the door, "Where's Chu Lan! Ask Chu Lan to come see me! If he were here, he wouldn't dare to let you do this!"
"Stop yelling, let alone he didn't come..." At this point, Zhang Qingjiu paused for a moment, turned his head and glanced somewhere, "Even if he came and knew what I was going to do, he wouldn't do it."
Come in. Expect him to save you? Dreaming."
"You!" Chu Zhao was startled by Zhang Qingjiu's words, "I have the edict left by the late emperor. As long as I don't rebel, no one dares to let me die!"
After saying this, Chu Zhao felt a little proud again.
He has a legacy, and this is his greatest support!
"I know." Unexpectedly, Zhang Qingjiu nodded calmly, "otherwise, why do you think I waited so long to come to you? Others don't dare to kill you, but what if you committed suicide?"
"Why would I commit suicide?" Chu Zhao sneered and mocked, "I want to live a good life and let you guys be evil... whatever you do, I tell you, don't mess around!"
Seeing Zhang Qingjiu suddenly reaching out his hand, Chu Zhao was startled and rolled back while reaching out to protect his chest.
Zhang Qingjiu wiped the dust that he accidentally picked up on his fingers and snorted, "Don't worry, I won't kill you and then fake your suicide. It's not that I can't do it, and it's the same as Chu Kuo and the others.
, My hands are dirty by killing you. However, since I said I want you to commit suicide, do you think you still have a choice?"
Hearing what Zhang Qingjiu said, Chu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and sneered again and again, "Who do you think you are? You want me to commit suicide just because you asked me to do so?"
"You said that if this matter were known to the whole world, even if you were immortal, how good would your treatment be? You don't think about these seventy-three concubines and twenty-six daughters. At any rate, you have planted the seeds last night.
For the sake of your son?" Zhang Qingjiu sighed quietly and stood up, "Chu Zhao, I will give you two choices, either you die or your unborn son dies. There is no doubt that a prince is not good.
Kill a concubine...can't I still kill her?"
However, this time, Chu Zhao did not show a fearful expression, but asked anxiously, "You just said, my son? I have a son?"
He knew that this person had some ability. The fortune teller he met before said this, and he only believed it 70%. But with what she said, the matter became 80% credible.
The son, the son he had thought about all his life, finally...
"How about it? Mr. Zhao, is it okay for me not to kill your son in exchange for your life?" Zhang Qingjiu smiled faintly, his eyes charming.