The air at the summit is cold and fresh, inhaling into the heart and lungs, making the mind extremely clear.

The monks cleaned up the battlefield and the cavalry guards cleaned up the mess, which took some time. Xu Wanzhen whispered to Feng Qi: "Please General Feng take a step to speak." ”

More than a month of isolation made her desperate to know what had changed outside.

Feng Qi bowed in response, and the two walked outside the door, looking at the beautiful scenery of the clouds, Xu Wanzhen asked her what she was most concerned about.

"Jingli, how's it going?" Xu Wanzhen asked very vaguely.

Feng Qi understood what she meant, and replied: "Young lady Hui, on the second day of your departure, the Queen Mother made an edict and asked you to enter the palace to accompany you." Wen Mulan beside you entered the palace with Qingmai, and no one in the capital knew about your disappearance. ”

Hearing this, Xu Wanzhen breathed a sigh of relief. She is most concerned about her grandmother. Mrs. Xu is old, and she is afraid that she will not be able to bear the news of her disappearance.

Without waiting for her to continue asking, Feng Qi took the initiative to tell the news she cared about: "After the adults heard about your disappearance in Jiangnan Province, they returned to Beijing alone. received a letter from the other party, and is now in Yizhou, Hebei Province. ”

And sure enough, he came. Xu Wan's heart was raised in mid-air and asked, "Can you get in touch now?"

Feng Qi shook his head and said, "Your Excellency has entered a manor, and our men have been left outside to standby. ”

Xu Wan was sincerely remorseful, she should have escaped earlier, and she might have succeeded if she had made a desperate bet. Thinking too much puts him in danger.

Her beautiful face was shrouded in a faint layer of sadness, and against the backdrop of the sea of clouds, it became more and more ethereal like a fairy. Feng Qi didn't dare to look at her, and lowered his eyes to look at an ancient tree not far away.

Wang Leyu walked over and said, "Young lady, please go back to Hengzhou City to settle down before making plans." We'll take care of it here. ”

The thieves' large-scale attack, Qingliang Temple is bound to give an explanation here. As the servant of the criminal department of the imperial court, since he met him, he couldn't do without an explanation, and Xu Wanzhen's identity also needed to be covered.

"Lord Wang is right. Feng Qi arched his hand and said: "Young lady, please go down the mountain with the mark and escort you back to Hengzhou." ”

Xu Wanzhen knew that she would not be able to do anything here, so it was better to go back to Hengzhou City and meet Tu Manfen first to learn more news. What is the enemy's conspiracy and how to deal with it is something that needs to be thought about immediately.

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Thousands of miles away in Luoyang City, with the crown prince being imprisoned, officials of all grades related to the prince's mansion were arrested one after another, and the government and the opposition felt the anger of Emperor Qinglong.

The tree fell down and everyone pushed it, and the impeachment of the prince's misconduct was piled up like snowflakes in the imperial case of Emperor Qinglong. There are also those who cry out for the prince, and the prince is the country cannot be easily shaken, and so on, and the music keeps being sent to the palace.

And Guan Jinghuan, who supported the prince before, remained silent at this time. His ambitions are great, and he wants a puppet emperor who can manipulate him to fulfill his political ambitions.

The prince didn't know people clearly, made such a big mistake, and lost the emperor's heart. He was keenly aware of the change in the direction of the wind in the middle of the court, and immediately gave up the prince without saying a word.

Emperor Qinglong stopped the early dynasty and left all these pieces in the middle. Every day, only important ministers are summoned to discuss matters in the imperial study, but no one dares to mention the matter of the prince.

The early winter wind blew through the deserted streets, sweeping away a few residual leaves. The wind in Beijing is loud, and the pedestrians on the road hurry by with their hands in their sleeves, and they don't see the joy of approaching the end of the year.

The people of the capital have a keen sense of the political situation, and such an unusual change makes them all feel that something is wrong. In this kind of political storm, I don't know how many heads will fall to the ground. Even the most lively theaters and tea houses in the past are now deserted, and the storytellers are all closed, for fear of being implicated for no reason.

In such a gloom, Qin Tianjian calculated the date, and tomorrow is the funeral date of the crown princess Fu.

The Prince's Mansion is still surrounded by the Shenwu Legion, and the Mansion is full of vegetarianism. The subordinates' expressions were numb, and the officials and dignitaries who came to mourn also came and went in a hurry, sending couplets and gifts of varying amounts, and leaving immediately after putting on a stick of incense.

Those who can come at this time are people who have a deep friendship with the prince's mansion in the past. They had to come, or they would be branded as white-eyed wolves and the like. But the crown prince's position was crumbling, and in order to avoid being involved in this whirlpool, he hurried back and forth.

The funeral of the dignified prince's mansion was a little bleak. The only people who are really sad for Fu are her parents' parents and a few maids close to her.

The prince did not stay in the mourning hall. As long as he was there, he felt that Fu Shi was looking at him, and her eyes before dying lingered in his mind.

At this time, he was in the study, patiently soaking in a piece of music that had already been written.

In the copper basin, it is a poisonous juice prepared according to the recipe left by Lin Xingchao. It is neutralized with well water, showing a strange crimson color.

This cantata, which has been soaked and dried twice, is the last time. Once completed, it will be highly poisonous, and if you touch it, you will be poisoned and die after lingering on the sickbed for seven days.

This poison is called the Seven Days.

The prince intently held a bamboo clip, and the paper that held the piece of music gently swung in the poisonous juice. The paper on which the music is written is also extraordinary, and ordinary rice paper will be smudged when exposed to water and ink, and it cannot withstand such soaking at all.

He lowered his eyes and watched intently, the neat face characters changed in the crimson poisonous juice, and he saw in a trance the scene when he was a child, when his father held the pen in his hand and taught him to learn calligraphy.

There was a commotion at the door, awakening him from his old scene.

His narrow peach blossom eyes flashed fiercely, and he was still operating unhurriedly in his hands, and asked, "Who?"

"Father, I ask to see my father. Emperor Sun Wei Jiaren was outside, holding the hands of a group of subordinates and shouting.

"A quarter of an hour. The prince said.

Hearing this, Wei Jiaren quieted down and waited at the door with his head down. The clenched fists revealed the nervousness in his heart.

The prince ordered the subordinates who knelt beside him to guard the study and not allow anyone to enter. It's just that this master wants to enter, and he is the only bloodline left by the crown princess, where can the next person afford to offend?

The prince used a bamboo clip to scoop up the piece from the poisonous juice and carefully clamped it on the hemp rope to dry. Wiping his hands, he walked to the antechamber of the study, "Come in." ”

Wei Jiaren pushed the door in, he wore heavy filial piety, a sackcloth dress, and his eyes were red from crying. The subordinates behind him hurriedly closed the door, at this time, they didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Father," Wei Jiaren didn't kneel, stood in the middle of the room and slowly raised his head, and asked, "My mother, did you really die of a sudden heart attack?"

Looking at his eldest son, the prince's heart filled with anger, and he shouted, "Are you questioning the main hall?"

"Father, answer me. Wei Jiaren's peach blossom eyes, which were exactly the same as the crown prince, burst out with fierceness, and said: "What mistake did she make, mother concubine, you want her to die?!"