"Who is so bold? The old slave punished him for the nine clans! "Gonggong Deng said the same thing as Jinbao, but it was more powerful. When Gao Shenghan heard this, he couldn't help but shudder.

"That guy...... He's dead. She had a twist of her mind and decided to put the blame on someone else. Although Chen Zixiu is hateful, it does not disgust her, and even feels that the other party is a normal reaction under fright. When I turned around at the moment I was stabbed, I saw Zixiu's frightened expression, and there was no hatred or resentment. It seems that he also poked a hole in him and flattened it.

"Then punish his nine clans too!" Don't teach those traitors a hard lesson, be merciful to the emperor, or be the incompetence of these waiters? "Your Majesty, you are just too soft-hearted, even if they are becoming more and more lawless!"

Gao Sheng was silent.

Is she really soft-hearted? But the man also said that he was vicious and couldn't tolerate people.

Seeing that the master suddenly fell silent, his mood was a little low, and Gonggong Deng didn't dare to say more. Waiting for the master to wash up and rest on medicine, he instructed the gold treasure and silver treasure on duty at night to say a few words, turned around and went to Zhenlong Palace.

Chen Zixiu came back with the emperor, maybe he knows something.

"The little master took the medicine and fell asleep." Welcoming Father-in-law Deng into the door, Xi'er worriedly led him into the inner room. The young man under the high bed brocade quilt had a pale face and discolored lips, his eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched, and he was sleeping on his stomach.

Xi'er looked sad.

These little eunuchs who accompanied them could not go forward, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was eaten together in the back room, originally the New Year was a happy thing, but I didn't expect that after eating, I was roasting peanuts and sweet potatoes while chatting and waiting to see the fireworks, and the little masters came back, one by one, their faces were as white as ghosts, and they knew after questioning that something had happened ahead.

Gonggong Deng asked twice, knowing that the dagger stabbed in Chen Zixiu's back had been taken away and sealed by the imperial doctor as evidence, he nodded, and ordered Haosheng to take care of the little master, and went to the imperial hospital.

After the people walked out of the gate of the Zhenlong Palace, Murong Zhen came out of his own room in the side hall and walked towards Chen Zixiu's room with messy steps.

Sitting at the head of the bed, looking at his friend who was sweating profusely on his forehead and his lips were closed and he didn't dare to pour out a trace of muttering, Murong Zhen's eyes darkened.

Jihua failed.

Not to mention how the emperor tracked down Zuihou and how many people would be implicated, just say that the person in front of him was stabbed in the back with the dagger he carried, under what circumstances would this happen? Murong really couldn't imagine it.

Only he knows about Zixiu carrying a dagger, the dagger is small and light, it is specially made, and it is very tight, others can grab his dagger, only he himself shows it first. The only time he can pick up a dagger is when he is waiting for an opportunity to assassinate...... When.

That one, too, was wounded.

It is said that the injury is behind the shoulder.

According to the doctor's words, it is not very serious, but the skin trauma can be treated for ten days and a half months. And the emperor has a good foundation, it is estimated that the next day he will summon all the generals to scold him violently, and then order the killing of more than a dozen or twenty unsightly families by the way to enrich the treasury of all the family wealth, and just find an excuse to reduce the guards of the vassal king, and even the guards of the palaces, maybe the military power of those generals who make him uneasy will also be collected, which can be said to be a lot of benefits.

But there was one thing that made him wonder, if Zixiu really stabbed the emperor, why didn't Gonggong Deng know? The emperor is not in a coma, and he is not good-tempered enough to endure the disobedience of others and even hang a lottery for him. He is the most obedient, even if others don't mess with him, as long as he doesn't like it, he will find an excuse to fix it, how can he not say a word?

Something must have gone wrong......

As for His Highness Proton, he didn't dare to go at this time, and he didn't have the position to go. Maybe Gonggong Deng or Li Ming, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, would be interrogating in Qixia Palace, didn't he hit the muzzle of the gun himself in the past?

Murong Zhen rubbed his cheeks, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and silently hoped that his friend would wake up soon and explain everything! He's good at discussing countermeasures!

And Chen Zixiu, who was being talked about, had fallen into a nightmare at this time.

He dreamed that the Jing'an Hou Mansion was bloody, and there were headless corpses scattered all over the ground, even the three-year-old child was not spared.

In the dream, the man smiled fiercely, dragged himself crawling like a dog with chains, pinched his chin, and tried to open his eyelids, so that he could witness his mother, aunt, and brothers and sisters who were killed by the woman. Also, his father and grandmother, who were beaten to death with sticks, Zuihou cut off their heads and placed them in front of him one by one.

Looking into the eyes of his dead loved ones, he broke down and shouted something. Zuihou, the man did not kill himself immediately, but let the soldiers who came to raid the house come up one by one to insult him in turn. Sword scabbards, knife hilts, clubs, branches, and even stones, things that can be grasped in their hands enter their bodies in turn from behind, and blood donations continue to pour out, merging with the blood of relatives. But even so, the man did not let his dying self die.

He was thrown into the barracks red tent. It was a place for the soldiers to put out the fire.

After two more years of surviving, he festered all over, had no dignity, and died without dignity. He didn't even have a decent piece of clothing on his body when he died.

The Chen family is therefore extinct. Even the side branch of his hometown far away in Shanxi was not spared.

Chen Zixiu kept struggling to kill that person in her dreams, but she was always a little bit close.

He was so far away from himself, unattainable, standing on the high ground, watching the humble ant-like man struggle at his feet, or die in agony.

zuihou, he used his own blood as a guide, and put a curse, cursing that person will not die well in this life, and in the next life he will definitely be a wicked mother (parent) with a sword in his hand......

With a "snap", Chen Zixiu was woken up, and his cheeks were hot and painful.

He opened his eyes blankly, looking ahead, hazy, unable to see anything clearly. In my mind, I still vaguely remember that I dreamed that the person had become a woman, was betrayed by a man, and killed his parents and children by mistake......

"You get up for me! I've been asleep for three days! How long do you want to sleep? ”

Some high-pitched voices were shouting in my ears, so noisy.

Chen Zixiu lifted his eyes, slowly closed them again, and was about to fall asleep.

Gao Shenghan's face turned blue with anger, and he dragged the person up, regardless of whether the back wound that had just been changed would burst and bleed, he leaned the person on the pillow erected at the head of the bed, pinched his cheeks hard, broke his jaw, and stretched out one hand to the back, "Bring the bowl." ”

Xi'er, whose face was pale, hurriedly trembled and handed over the porcelain bowl containing the decoction.