The ministers looked at each other, Zhao Ji, the left minister, noticed that the situation was not right, and reprimanded the imperial doctor, as soon as the party leader spoke, the people of the Fan faction took turns to scold, and even the servant Zhao Chu also rarely shook the courage to scold a big rebellion, Yuan Lingjun couldn't help but look at him more, Zhao Chu couldn't help but worry, trembling and retreating to the court.

Seeing that the situation was out of control and the Imperial Doctor was besieged and could not get out, Yuan Lingjun smiled and persuaded: "Seeing that you are excited, so enthusiastic about state affairs, I am very relieved, don't fight, how about I tell you a story to calm down." ”

"陛xià, 陛xià." Doctor Yushi's face was red, panting, and he was about to rush forward, but the right minister Lin Jinyan quickly blocked it, pulled his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Don't say a few words, Your Majesty will help you break the siege, don't let her lose face." ”

Doctor Yu Shi endured it angrily, and reprimanded Fan Jiang in his heart for his reluctance to return to power, and for being a master of the world, plotting to steal the country, but the emperor was weak, and he wanted to be a servant in the court to entertain Fan Dang.

Look at their villain's face, Doctor Yu Shi was so angry that his hands trembled, the fire of anger in his heart was burning, and he was about to be burned to death, the chamberlain shouted to retreat, he stood still and did not move, Lin Zhen wanted to drag him out, he brushed his hand to avoid, raised his sleeves and pointed at Fan Guifei, "You poisonous woman, you dominate the monarchy, it is clear that you have bad intentions ......"

The courtiers who withdrew gathered in front of the hall one after another, Lin Zhen couldn't stop him, and the imperial historian still blamed Fan Guifei for arrogance and negligence in the hall, "You want to usurp power and seize the throne, you want to change the dynasty, unless you step on the body of the old minister......" The sound was smashed, smashing everyone's ears with a roar, burying their heads and sweating, not daring to see what Fan Guiconcubine's face was, only to feel that he was absolutely finished, not to mention the three clans, the nine clans were inevitable.

"Janissaries, where are the janissaries!" Fan Jiang squinted, her face turned pale, and her trembling sleeves revealed that she was extremely angry at this time, "Take him ...... Take him down to me. ”

The sound of boots sounded, and the guards of the Golden Palace poured in from outside the hall.

Yuan Lingjun didn't expect it to evolve into this situation, and immediately panicked, not knowing whether to persuade Fan Jiang or scold Doctor Yushi, she was at a loss, her face was full of sorrow, and she was paralyzed on the throne and couldn't move.

Without waiting for the guards to get close, the Imperial Doctor suddenly turned around and rushed to the side, slamming his head into the pillar, and suddenly his brain burst, and blood splashed a few feet, splashing the guard's face.

"Doctor Goshi!" Yuan Lingjun woke up suddenly, stood up with the imperial case, and the imperial doctor stood on the ground, his eyes looked in her direction abruptly, and the thick blood flowed down the corners of his forehead.

The ministers surrounded them, and several colleagues with better relations couldn't help but cry, because of Fan Guifei, they never dared to be too presumptuous.

Yuan Lingjun stumbled up, put her trembling hands under her snort, she was already cold, she sat on the ground, stunned for a long time, and looked back at the indifferent woman who stood on the royal level silently.

Fan Jiang coiled the Buddha beads and looked calmly ahead.

The family of the Imperial Doctor was pushed to the city and beheaded, and the female dependents were demoted to officials. Prostitutes, minor children as palace slaves, accused of offending the royal authority and contempt of the Holy Bow. Fan Jiang's trick is really high, and it gives her a reputation for killing loyalty. Yuan Lingjun would not let him use it, and used a little means to send several grandchildren of the imperial doctor out of Lin'an silently.

In just a few days, first Mu Liangzuo died of illness, and then the imperial doctor touched the pillar and died, and the Jin Palace was shrouded in a layer of dark clouds overhead, which was really unlucky. On the day of Mu Liangzuo's funeral, Shanglin Yuan came with the news that the self-hanging of the Qingliang Hall was unsuccessful.

Yuan Lingjun knocked on the swelling skull, almost deciding that it was someone's conspiracy.

She went to see Yuan Ying, who was sitting in a pile of wine jars with tears on her face, crying and laughing, looking very haggard and old.

Yang Zhai is crazy like a crazy horse, Yuan Ying is crazy because he is drunk unfatally, it seems that the bloodline of the Yuan family is crazy. Yuan Lingjun picked up the palm-sized wine jar, "The wine can't last long, and there is no cure for hatred." Sister wants to get drunk to death? ”

She was slightly drunk and looked at Yuan Lingjun vaguely, "The closest people are gone, and I can only get myself drunk to death." ”

Yuan Ying has been clothed and fed since she was a child, and she has never suffered half of her illness, so what is the difference between letting her live in this cold palace for the rest of her life and killing her. Yuan Lingjun is very uncomfortable, she can understand her feelings, losing her husband, she doesn't feel good, she understands so she doesn't care about her.

Yuan Ying didn't look at her anymore, held the bottom of the altar and poured a big mouthful, and muttered: "Good wine, good fragrant wine." ”

"Don't drink it, it hurts your body to drink too much, aren't you suffering from a head disease? The head hurts. She held down the gesture of the hand that poured the wine again.

Yuan Ying leaned sideways, dodging her hand, like a foolish child, "Drink a little more, and I'll be able to fall asleep." You, you want to drink too? No, I only have a little left. She looked weird.

Yuan Lingjun frowned, and the drunk Yuan Ying thought she was angry, and held the wine jar tightly in her arms, "You don't satisfy me at this point, what's the point of living, I only have wine." ”

"I only have wine as a companion, don't take it away." She repeated, and lay down, the wine running down her chest, wetting her clothes, and flowing down her neck to the loose black hair.

Her face was wet, drenched with tears and wine, and she tightened the shards of pottery, and her lips were pursed. Yuan Lingjun, you have won everything, why did you come to take away my last dignity.

Yuan Ying curled up on the seat, shivering.

"Sister, go to sleep on the couch." Yuan Lingjun pushed her and went up to hold up her head. Yuan Ying screamed and got into her arms, holding her waist and clutching the clothes on her back.

I'm afraid it's drunk and unconscious. Yuan Lingjun originally wanted to get up and call Kunjiao to take the pine screen stone to come over to sober up, but Yuan Ying grabbed her clothes and didn't let go, her body couldn't stop shaking, she couldn't leave an inch, she could only half-hold, and then moved to the couch when she was asleep, and she was a little sleepy while waiting.

When she closed her eyelids, Yuan Ying slowly opened them, her eyes were dark and her hair was straight, she couldn't see the slightest drunkenness, she looked at the person in front of her, raised her hand firmly, and showed a sharp point under her little finger.

"Sister, you?" Yuan Lingjun woke up at this time and saw Yuan Ying looking at her in a daze, looking at her like an enemy.

"I—I'm going to kill you." She gritted her teeth and said, in a state where Yuan Lingjun couldn't react in time, she grabbed her back with one hand, and stabbed Yuan Lingjun hard with her left hand in the air.

The sharpened pottery shard pierced into the left breast, and the robe tore open. Both sisters were a little strange, why didn't they see blood? Yuan Ying's hand was still on the shard, trying to go deeper.

Yuan Lingjun lowered her head, a trace of blood flowed out, and the severe pain finally spread, along the limbs and hundreds of bones hurt to the heart, she raised her head and glared at Yuan Ying, gathered the last bit of strength, raised her sleeves and knocked her down on the wine altar.

Yuan Ying screamed in pain, holding her waist and curled up on the ground and rolled. (To be continued.) )