The dazzling queen's robe broke free from the burden and covered Zhu Fan's face and body.

He resembles a stone statue that is about to be unveiled.

After a moment of confusion, Zhu Fan unveiled his true face, and his panicked eyes seemed to see the demon who had taken him to the underworld.

"W-where did this come from? I don't know! ”

Zhu Fan wailed bitterly, his unconscious hands only knew that he was holding the brocade, and he wanted to tear them to pieces.

In fact, this was not the first time he had seen this dress.

The last time it was draped over Deng's body, it was stunningly beautiful.

His excessive affection for Deng and a little bit of his own beautiful fantasy made him not blame Tang, but only gently reminded her not to show this object in front of others.

It was this little tolerance that led him and Deng to a dead end.

At this moment, in front of his father, he must not admit that he knows about this matter, and leave the rest to God.

Summer thunderstorms are particularly irritable, and it can rain as much as you want.

Whether it's a mud hut or a high-walled courtyard, it will do its best to wash away all the superfluous things.

In front of the stone steps of the Qianqing Palace, a person who did not belong here was still kneeling.

Annoyed, Thunderstorm swung lightning bolts over his head, blasting in his ears with a roar and whipping him again and again.

Time is the brainstorm, and this invisible devil is an unfathomable killer.

After one hour after another, Zhu Zhang's consciousness gradually blurred.

Thunderstorm finally walked away impatiently.

Zhu Zhang's body swayed gently in the faint light of the morning light.

A figure gradually approached him, vague but familiar.

Zhu Fan grinned slightly, did his father forgive him after all?

"Remember that the Ming Dynasty is only inherited by the eldest son, and it will not be your turn for all generations!" Zhu Yuanzhang strode forward and did not stay by Zhu Fan's side with this sentence.

Five or six magpies were enjoying a feast on the lawn of Yaoyue Palace.

Scarabs, caterpillars, and ants, who had nowhere to hide after the rain, panicked and took the initiative to deliver them to the magpie's mouth.

The squeaking of magpies reached the hall, and the hearty laughter of the concubine spread outside the hall.

"Mother, don't let others hear!" Xiao Yun smiled and brought a bowl of mung bean soup and put it on the table.

"Princess Qin was given death, King Qin was exiled to Yungui, this kind of thing happened in the palace, don't let others know that we are laughing!"

"Xiaoyun, when have you been more cautious than this palace? How can the emperor care about us now? The prince is seriously ill, and the palace is in chaos! ”

"God forbid, this Deng family can be regarded as atoning for her father's sins."

"How many people died at the hands of Deng Yu when my brother fought Hongdu, my brother was seriously injured, where did she atone for the life of a slut?"

Concubine Shu slammed her fist on the table, and the mung bean soup overflowed.

Memories are a double-edged sword, both killing and spurring.

Concubine Shu quickly smiled again, with a smile of hatred and murder.

"The prince is sick, the king of Qin is abolished, and the palace is in chaos, hahaha! They all have to die, this is the mission of this palace to live! ”

She picked up the rest of the half-bowl of mung bean soup and drank it down, as if she had swallowed her enemy in one gulp.

After being satisfied, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and exhaled: "Go, Xiaoyun, go out with Bengong!" ”

Half an hour later, Concubine Shu and Xiaoyun stepped into an inconspicuous house.

It is located in the eastern suburbs of Yingtianfu in the village of Jasper, which was named after the jasper that was once abundant.

Today, there is not a single jasper dug into the ground, and more than 100 families are scattered here to make a living from farming.

The house that Concubine Shu walked into was exactly the same as other houses, with white walls and green tiles, a courtyard, two rooms, two vegetable patches in front of the house, and a pigsty and a cowshed behind the house.

Concubine Shu and Xiaoyun were dressed lightly, without powder, and had an ordinary bun on the back of their heads.

A slightly rustic middle-aged woman stepped forward and tied her horse to a post on the side of the yard.

"Emperor Han, do you have time to come over today?" She had a smile on her face, and the word "Emperor Han" was said very lightly, with the humility of her subordinates and the caution of a secret agent.

"Well, how is she? Is it still noisy? Did the medicine you brought last time do something? ”

Concubine Shu asked as she walked to the back room, and Xiaoyun followed closely behind her.

"It's much better, but it's ......" The middle-aged woman quickly tied the rope of the horse and ran into the house quickly.

By her standards, the second half of the sentence could only be said in the back room.

"She often cried inexplicably at night. I asked her if she was having a nightmare, and she didn't answer, just cried, as if she hadn't woken up. ”

"Well, the wounds in my heart can't be healed by any medicine. Let her go, if she doesn't cry, she'll go crazy again. ”

Concubine Shu walked up to a good-looking, but listless woman.

The woman looked a bit like a Han woman, her eyes were large and round, but her Mongolian folds were indicative of her race.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her head tilted, her young face without a trace of blood, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, through which her scattered gaze fell on a child at the end of the bed.

It was a boy of four or five years old, his upper body resting on the edge of the bed, his two crossed calves supporting his body.

He held a folded papier-mâché airplane in his hand, perhaps his only toy, and he treated it carefully as if it were a treasure.

His eyes were very similar to those of a woman, with large, round almond eyes and long eyelashes, but his eyes were full of brilliance.

Perhaps he himself did not know what the woman sitting at the head of the bed had to do with him, and he did not raise his eyes to look at her, as if he was the only one in the room.

"Is Xiaobao okay?" After taking one look at the woman, Concubine Shu focused all her attention on the boy.

There was a hint of pity in her eyes, but more of a joy at seeing hope.

"Well, good, I can eat and sleep, don't cry or make trouble, this child is very good!"

The middle-aged woman couldn't wait to ask for credit, so she walked quickly to the child and pulled him in front of Concubine Shu.

"Auntie has come to see you, salute Auntie!"

The boy knelt down, very reluctant but skillful: "Aunt Jin'an! Blessed aunt! ”

As soon as he finished saluting, he turned his head to the paper airplane at the foot of the bed.

"Oh, what are the children kneeling on, hurry up!" Concubine Shu stretched out her hands and pulled the child up, but there was an unfinished smile on her face.

"Xiaobao, do you want to see your father?" Concubine Shu squatted down, gentle like a mother.

The child slowly turned his head, and finally a second thing caught his attention.

"Daddy? What is he like? Is he fun? "He never knew what Daddy was, he thought it was a new toy.

"He's as tall as a mountain, and he's got a sword, but he's mighty! He will play with Xiaobao, and he will give Xiaobao whatever Xiaobao wants! ”

Concubine Shu's smug look diluted her tenderness, and in front of a child, she knew it didn't matter.

"Fold many, many planes?" Xiaobao pointed to the end of the bed.

"Of course, as long as Xiaobao calls him Dad." Concubine Shu's eyes were full of expectation.

"Daddy! Father! Xiaobao practiced, just to get more paper airplanes.

"Huh!" Concubine Shu stood up and instructed the middle-aged woman, "Take good care of their mother and son, don't let them go out!" ”

"Yes, Emperor Han!" Concubine Shu glanced at Xiaobao's mother again, turned around and walked out of the house.

She didn't have to talk to this stupid woman, she didn't understand her.

On the way, Xiaoyun led the horse, and Concubine Shu had no intention of getting on the horse.

"Let's go first and come back when it's darker, so that no one in the palace will be suspicious."

"Yes, sis!" Xiaoyun slowed down, "Niangniang, this mother and son have been living here for four or five years, what are Niangniang waiting for?" ”

"Haha, of course waiting for them to be the most valuable." Every wrinkle on Concubine Shu's face was laughing.

She suddenly flew up and kicked a stone into a dirt pit in front of her, "Look, the distance, the strength, and the angle must be just right to shoot accurately." ”

"Mother's God! The slave is just worried that after a long time, it will inevitably go wrong. What if they're discovered? ”

The raised ash fell on Xiaoyun's face, and Xiaoyun blocked it with his hand.

Outside the palace, silk handkerchiefs are of no use, and these pretentious things will bring shame to them.

"There are risks in everything, but the most scary thing is that you don't know where the risks are. The emperor didn't know that the risk was in the water and land puja, the prince didn't know that the risk was in Xi'an, and the king of Qin didn't know that the risk was in the hands of his woman. Ha ha! How could Fu Youde know that the risk is in this corner? ”

Concubine Shu raised her arms and jumped onto the horse.

In the Fengtian Palace, Zhu Yuanzhang tore the blue jade into pieces.

This is not an excerpt to the emperor, but a holy decree to the emperor.

Lan Yu informed Zhu Yuanzhang that he had sent Yuelu Timur and his son to the capital to be executed, and he asked for additional garrisons, local conscription, and crusade against Duogan and Baiyi.

Since Zhu Yuanzhang ordered Lan Yu to lead the seven guards such as Lanzhou and Zhuang Lang as the general of the conquest, he began to regret it.

Although Lan Yu captured the land of Xifan Handong, he ignored the edict and did not want the class to return to the court.

On the grounds of completely eradicating the border troubles for the Ming Dynasty, he went around to solicit them.

He repeatedly made his own decisions, and treated the Ming military as flowers and plants in his own backyard.

Zhu Yuanzhang never thought that today's situation would occur, he always thought that he was far-sighted, strategic, killing those who should be killed, except for what should be removed, everything is for the stability of the country, and everything is for the continuation of the Zhu family for thousands of generations.

Now he looked up at the people who followed him, and there were very few.

Lan Yu is the military general with the highest status and the most meritorious contributions in the court today. It is precisely because there is no one to compete with him, he is proud of his achievements, and there is no one in his eyes, which is even more unbeatable than Hu Weiyong.

Jin Yiwei had already submitted a report: Lan Yu's family had many Zhuang slaves and righteous sons.

They bully the good and the good, occupy farmland, commit adultery and plunder, and do everything.

Not only that, Lan Yu also laughed at the restraints that the imperial court intended to impose, wantonly drove away the imperial history sent to investigate, and ruined the gate of Xifeng Pass without scruples, treating the rebuke of the military department as child's play.

All these charges of Lan Yu were on Zhu Yuanzhang's neck like a knife.