"Go to Suiyu Hall." Liu Jing's expression became cold.

"Yes, Your Highness." Jin Ah Da responded, and the cold light of a yin owl shot out from his eyes of different sizes.

Cutting grass requires root removal. Although the third prince Liu Yan is a child who was just born, it is also a disaster to stay. Liu Jing is not from the queen in the end, and now he only occupies a "chief", but he is not a "concubine" in the end.

The existence of the third prince, Liu Yan, is still a great threat to Liu Jing.

"Leave some people down and clean up here." Liu Jing commanded, a faint smile on the corner of his lips, "Clean up my imperial brother's body." In the end, it is also a brotherhood. At this point, his face showed a little sorrow and compassion.

He turned his face to look at Jin Ada, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he only asked with an expectant look in his eyes, "How?" If I were to behave like this, would I make people think that I am a benevolent king? ”

Jin Ah Da immediately bowed: "Your Highness is already benevolent. So much better. ”

Liu Jing smiled with satisfaction, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips again, and his tone was a little comfortable: "I still have to practice more, so as not to call the official to catch me again." ”

Jin Ada's eyes were lowered, and the mockery in his eyes was never discovered by Liu Jing.

At this time, there was silence in the Sui Yu Palace.

The drizzle was blowing, and the breeze pierced through the wide temple door, sending in the cool chill of the winter night.

Song Baolou stood by the door of the dormitory and took a deep breath.

There was a damp smell of blood in the air, and wisps filled her chest. She couldn't help but shudder.

It's changed.

She could feel the coldness in the air getting thicker and thicker. The east wind blowing in my face has been replaced by a north wind at some point. This winter, at this moment, finally showed its due slaughter.

Song Baolou looked back at Xu Hui.

Xu Hui sat on the couch in the depths of the dormitory. Holding the sleeping Liu Yan in his arms, his expression was peaceful.

She wears a golden crown of nine dragons and nine phoenixes on her head, and in the middle of the golden crown is a ruby larger than an adult's thumb, and there are countless points of emerald, ruby, jade, and jade inlaid in the middle, and on both sides of her hair and temples, there is a golden dragon bead hanging on each side, and the huge east pearl hangs down to the shoulder, which is gorgeous and gorgeous, and contains a warm streamer under the bright candle flame.

Song Baolou's eyes gradually became extremely jealous.

She's so hateful.

Why can Xu Hui sit on the phoenix chair and accompany the driver. And she, Song Baolou, was born cheap. Struggling?

What is she relying on?

Good looks? Clever? Family?

Song Baolou really wanted to snort fiercely.

What bullshit Xu Guogong! This kind of nonsense can only deceive those rural villagers. How can she deceive her Song Baolou?

She has never been able to figure out that Xu Hui entered the palace later than her, she was not as beautiful as her, and her temperament/sex/is only modest. Why is it so good? First, I somehow got the queen mother's blue eyes. Became the head of the palace maid. told Song Baolou, who came first, to succumb to her.

It's easy to survive until Xu Hui leaves the palace. Song Baolou finally felt that the top of his head was clear. Who knew that Xu Hui had changed and became the pearl of Xu Guogong, and when he re-entered the palace, he was already a nobleman. In less than two years, he was promoted from a talented person to a queen, and gave birth to a dragon heir.

It's just a lowly person who works on an errand in the same palace, why is Xu Hui's life so good? This kind of slut who is shameless and seduces the prince at a young age, how can he be a queen? And she Song Baolou has worked hard for years, and she has become a half-old all her life, but she didn't even get a Shang Palace.

How unfair is this fate?

Is there really a predestined thing in this world?

Song Baolou would never believe it.

She firmly believes that behind Xu Hui's becoming the queen, there must be a conspiracy. Although he did not know the main messenger and purpose of this conspiracy, Song Baolou believed that the emperor's illness must be related to this conspiracy.

Song Baolou didn't believe in fate. I don't believe that anyone can be lucky for a lifetime.

Therefore, Liu Jing, the loyal king, only came over with a word, and she immediately responded.

Although she grew up in the deep palace, she is also coarse in writing and ink. Isn't the "Qingjun side" sung in the book and drama just to get rid of people like Xu Hui who are causing trouble in the palace?

Song Baolou even felt that King Zhong was too late. She has long felt that this palace must be cleaned up, especially the royal bloodline, and it must not be defiled by lowly people.

The sharpness in Song Baolou's eyes was finally replaced by a hint of joy.

She turned her head to look ahead.

The night is like ink, and the thin rain continues to fall, even if you are in the dormitory, you can feel the cold tide.

There was a "rumbling" footsteps in the distance, and after a while, a large number of black pressed human heads appeared in front of the Sui Yu Palace.

Thousands of troops and horses are coming.

Song Baolou's eyes widened and widened.

However, Xu Hui, who was sitting on the couch, didn't even raise her head, still gently hugged Liu Yan, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness.

Empress Dowager Chen stepped in front of the couch and blocked Xu Hui behind her. In those eyes that were always smiling in the past, with the vicissitudes of the world, and the majesty of those who have been in the top position for a long time, the phoenix crown shines with brilliant golden light under the candlelight.

In an instant, the candles in the dormitory seemed to shrink under this majesty. A butter candle flickered, and finally extinguished its brilliance with a "poof".

Song Baolou stood stunned, not knowing whether the candle flame was blown by the wind outside the window, or was extinguished by the murderous aura that suddenly came from outside the hall.

"Erchen has seen the emperor's grandmother and the queen." Liu Jing's voice rang out, and with his words, the guards outside the hall knelt on the ground.

Empress Dowager Chen snorted lightly and said lightly: "What, you still recognize the imperial grandmother of the mourning family?" Why didn't you kill the mourning family as well? ”

Liu Jing didn't wait for her to call up, he got up, waved his hand back, and the guards all retreated, he only took two guards, and stepped into the dormitory with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, and his voice was very soft: "If the imperial grandmother must want to die, the sons and daughters will be complete." There is also the queen mother, and the sons don't mind sending the queen mother on their last journey. ”

The tone of his speech was very casual, but Empress Dowager Chen's face changed.

"Anyway, the imperial brother is dead," Liu Jing continued, as he spoke, he lifted the long sword in his hand, reached out to wipe a blood stain from his head, and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, "Smelling this smell, the imperial brother seems to be very unwilling to die." However, with him dying in front, the death of the emperor's grandmother and queen mother is very easy to push on him. When the time comes, I will have my own concubine......" Speaking of this, he suddenly patted his forehead, and smiled as if he remembered something: "Look at my memory/sex/, it's all wrong." It should be the queen mother, and when the time comes, the queen mother who is my own in-law will be in charge of the six palaces. Wu is the mother of the country, and she manages the big and small wives for her emperor's son. That's pretty good, too. ”

Empress Dowager Chen's face turned pale.

She didn't expect Liu Jing to be a madman. In his eyes, he regarded human morality as nothing, and she really didn't see it at all that this gentle-looking second prince was so mad. (To be continued.) )