Chapter VIII: Accountability

Jing Hong, who suddenly appeared at the gate of the cold palace, made the queen's momentum, which was still very arrogant just now, instantly reined in, hurriedly got up, blessed her body, and made a salute, "Why did the emperor come to the cold palace?" ”

He looked at Kang Nanhai beside the emperor and rebuked loudly, "Kang Nanhai, you are so bold, you dare to lead the emperor to a place like the Cold Palace, you are guilty!" And why don't you report one by one? ”

In the past three years, the emperor has been seriously ill, the harem is in power, the queen is in charge, and the power of the court is the queen's son, and the current prince controls the government.

"What a majestic queen mother!"

Jing Hong coughed and scolded angrily, but there was helplessness in his tone.

"The emperor's dragon body is out of harmony, he should rest in bed and recuperate, and it is better to set foot in less of the filthy place of the cold palace!"

The queen turned her head indifferently, and her tone was slightly cold.

The heart of the fixed point just now is gone, yes, she has nothing to be afraid of, now she is the lord of the middle palace, the noble queen, the emperor is seriously ill, after his death, the crown prince ascended the throne, she is the queen mother, and she is still noble!

The current emperor has been stripped of his imperial power, just a puppet who is still breathing, what is there to be afraid of!

Jing Hong's expression was angry, his eyes swept over everyone, he looked at the woman by the candlelight, and whispered, "Jin'er! ”

After three years, when he saw Jinghong again, Rong Jin was not as excited as others expected, and there was no slightest wave in Jinghong's deep eyes, but he just looked away lightly, and sighed lightly in his heart, although he was lingering on the sickbed, his eyes were not as bright as when he was young, but he was still handsome and extraordinary.

No wonder, he would be the beginning of the nightmare of his life!

"It's time to finish!"

Rong Jin sat back in front of the mirror, wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and slowly picked up the wine glass on the table and sent it to his lips.

"Jin'er," in an instant, the sky and the earth were colorless, Jing Hong cried out in grief, and his voice was choked with difficulty.

"Xi'er, it's not good for your mother, I've made you wait down there for so many years, I'm here!"

Lying weakly on the table, Rong Jin muttered to herself, who else was in the palace, she couldn't remember it at all, only Xi'er's pink little face was dangling in front of her, and she beckoned to herself with a smile.

"Jin'er, Jin'er, Imperial Physician Xuan, Kang Nanhai, what are you doing in a daze, Imperial Physician Xuan, the queen, she is dying, she can't die, Jin'er, you can't die, I'm here, you talk to me, how can you leave without saying a word."

Holding Rong Jin's body, her breath was weak, her heart fluctuated, Jing Hong rubbed her plain cheeks attentively,

"The Queen's Mother......"

Kang Dehai turned around, his nose was sore, and he knelt in front of Queen Shen Yueru, his lips trembled for a long time and he couldn't say a word.

After the abolition, Rong Jin was gentle and quiet, never embarrassed by others, and died at this time, not only the emperor, but even Kang Nanhai, who was with the emperor, was also sour.

"Quenching ink is very toxic, and Dr. Zhuo of the Tai Hospital can't do anything, besides, the sinner woman Rong deserves to be punished for her crimes, and it is not a pity to die! The emperor still has half an hour, and the sinner Rong is leaving, and the concubine will not disturb you and her to catch up! ”

The queen looked coldly at Jing Hong holding Rong Jin's corpse, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in her heart.

"Shen Yueru, you...... How daring! ”

After slowing down for a long time, noticing that Rong Jin's snort was weakening little by little, Jing Hong seemed to get up angrily, pointed at the queen angrily, and bluntly said her name.