At the end of July, in autumn, the rain became lingering, and the whole capital was shrouded in a fog. In the autumn breeze, there is already coolness.

Qi Chengcheng escorted Qi Yuanyuan's coffin back to his hometown in the west.

Mrs. Pingwuhou and Mrs. Pingwuhou returned to Pingwuhou's mansion, sat in the hall, looked at the continuous autumn rain outside the window, and suddenly felt a tremor all over his body, and an unspeakable coldness was born from the depths of his heart. This bleakness came so strongly that Mrs. Ping Wuhou couldn't help but turn pale.

Her daughter, really gone.

This huge waiting house made her feel terrible when it was quiet.

Mrs. Pingwuhou's tears slipped out again, and the hatred in her heart surged again: If it weren't for that little demon girl, how could Yuanyuan die! Yuanyuan has been down for so long, and it must be even more cold and lonely down there! She must send that little demon girl to accompany Yuanyuan as soon as possible!

Mrs. Pingwuhou wiped away her tears and took a cup of hot tea and put it in her hand. The warmth of the tea cup eased the paleness on her face, suppressed the hatred in her heart, and asked Ping Wuhou: "Master Hou, how is the emperor's health?" King Ying and the crown prince still don't allow you to visit? ”

Ping Wuhou looked worried, there were many bloodshots in his eyes, shook his head, and said, "Whether it is King Ying or the prince, I have been to ask for it several times, but it is not allowed. What makes me feel even more uncomfortable is that when the prince looks at me recently, he has shown obvious disgust and hatred! He seems to be still hiding it, but he is too young to hide it at all! ”

Mrs. Hou was also taken aback, and frowned: "Is it because Yuanyuan's matter is known to the prince?" ”

The crown prince used to treat Ping Wuhou with great respect.

If the crown prince knew about Qi Yuanyuan, then he did have reason to dislike Pingwu Houfu! Come to think of it. Mrs. Hou was unwilling for a while, and fear arose in the depths of her heart, and said hatefully: "The prince really shouldn't blame us!" The emperor is not seriously ill, and he probably hasn't even become a prince yet! He should thank us! ”

"Presumptuous!" Ping Wuhou angrily scouted Mrs. Hou: "What about your brain! Dare to say anything! As he spoke, he cast a warning look at the maids waiting around him.

Mrs. Hou was stunned, her expression was still unwilling, but she still kept her mouth shut.

Ping Wuhou rubbed his head and said slowly: "It's just a round thing, it will make the emperor sick, but it won't be so serious." I guess. The emperor's illness. I'm afraid there are other reasons. It's just that now the entire palace is in the hands of the Queen Mother, heavily guarded, and her tone is tight, so she can't even inquire about any news. ”

The more so. The more illustrated. The situation inside is dire.

"Not to say. The emperor fell ill because the remnants of the Northern Jin Dynasty were poisoned in the palace? Mrs. Hou suddenly remembered this. When they were back in town, they happened to hear people talking in the streets. There are even students who are angry and generous, denouncing the remnants of Beijin as thieves, violating the general trend of the world, putting the people in fire and water, and so on.

She was sitting in the car, listened to a few words in a hurry, and then returned to the waiting house, and for a moment remembered that Qi Yuanyuan was sad in her heart, and forgot the news she heard.

Ping Wuhou said: "Yuanyuan's matter is a scandal, and the Queen Mother will not announce it to the public, so that the emperor's holy name will be stained." And the people of the Beijin royal family are all under supervision, and the Daqing court is not so easy to get into, and most of the so-called Beijin remnants are not true. ”

Mrs. Hou's eyes showed disappointment.

However, in this way, aligning Yuanyuan is the most beneficial to Ping Wuhou, and her mind is relaxed again.

"Alas, you guard the door of the house, and I'll go out and inquire again." Ping Wuhou sighed and walked out with his hands behind his back.

He just walked out of the door, looked at Qiu Yu and couldn't help but feel melancholy, but saw his Hou Mansion manager running in in a rain and mud, looking terrified and frightened, seeing Ping Wuhou, he knelt in the rain and said loudly: "Hou Ye, it's not good!" The adults of the Criminal Department have come to the palace with the holy decree! ”

Ping Wuhou trembled, struggled to control his panic, and asked, "Who is coming?" Where? ”

"It's Lord Shangshu Li, who has already arrived in the front yard, please ask Lord Hou and Mrs. to go and take the case." The manager was trembling.

Mrs. Ping Wuhou heard the movement and walked out, and after hearing these words, her face suddenly lost her blood, and she trembled and grabbed Ping Wuhou's arm, and asked, "Master Hou, what's wrong?" Why did the Criminal Department come to our house? ”

The adults of the Criminal Department came to the door with the holy decree, and without thinking about it, they knew that it must not be a good thing!

And now that the emperor is sick, the capital is the time when the autumn wind is obscure, how can there be good things! Even if there is a good thing, it will not be the turn of Pingwu Houfu!

Ping Wuhou has worked the battlefield in the end, although his face is not good at this time, he took a deep breath and reprimanded the general pipe: "Look at what you look like!" You've lost all your face! What are you doing kneeling, go back to set up the incense case to receive the holy decree! ”

"Yes......" The manager got up from the muddy water, wiped a handful of muddy water from his face, and turned back.

Ping Wuhou took a deep breath again, and said to Mrs. Ping Wuhou: "Put on the clothes of the decree, and we will go to receive the holy decree." Whether it's a blessing or a curse, we can't hide from it. ”

Mrs. Ping Wuhou also settled down, gritted her teeth, and said ruthlessly: "It's a big deal, the old lady will go back to be a bandit!" ”

How many years!

Even in her dreams, she didn't think of the cottage she grew up in, and she didn't think of the ugly acts of murder and robbery! And those brutal, savage, and rude bandits whom everyone hated so much, were her companions! Since she entered Beijing at the age of fourteen, she has always regarded herself as a young lady from a gentry, and she doesn't think that her identity is fake at all!

But at this moment, in the face of endless horror and despair, she finally remembered where she came from.

Ping Wuhou glanced back at Mrs. Ping Wuhou, and didn't want to say anything more, but said, "Go ahead." "He's going to change his clothes, too.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor Zhao said: ...... Born into a bandit...... colluded with bandits to smuggle salt tea for profit...... Committed several homicides...... The title is specially withdrawn, and the dismissal is pending investigation! Chin this! ”

Ping Wuhou looked up suddenly.

The master of the criminal department lightly met Ping Wuhou's eyes, closed the Ming Huang Holy Decree, and said to Ping Wuhou: "Qi Liu, take the order?" ”

When Ping Wuhou was a small guard of the Prince's Mansion, he was called Qi Liu. Not even a serious name. Later, the third prince promoted him, and only then did he name him "Yingjie......

"The grass people take the order." Ping Wuhou looked at the faint mockery on the corner of the adult's mouth, lowered his head, and bowed down.

Suddenly.

A bell suddenly rang in the wind and rain!

One, two......

Countless people knelt down in the direction of the Imperial City and knelt in the rain!

The emperor is dead! (To be continued.) )