Nangong is not a [disaster], which made Hua Yu a little surprised, at this time just in time for the Dali Temple guards to take over, she didn't have time to be disappointed, and hurriedly left at night.

She thought that she was moving without a trace and her actions were seamless, but she didn't know that Nangong Yi had already sent someone to monitor Dali Temple tightly, and the reason why there was no advanced Taoist guard among them was to wait for her to take the bait.

At this time, Nangong Yi sat on the bed, holding a bowl of medicine, and waited for Xibai to come back from the news.

Seeing that he hadn't taken a sip for a long time, Dongwu and Steward Feng couldn't help but persuade: "Your Highness, you have been waiting for a long time, your health is important, maybe the flower path chief will not visit Dali Temple at night, and Xibai may not be able to bring back any news." ”

Nangong Yi's expression was pale, but she said firmly: "She will definitely go." ”

"Dali Temple has always imprisoned felons in the imperial court, and the dungeon is dark and cold, would she go to that kind of place by herself at a young age?"

Nangong Yi said quietly: "Xu Qingwei said that she is a person who dares to go alone in the middle of the night to purify her soul in the wilderness, either she is a master of art and bold, or she has a ghost in her heart and does not dare to speak in front of others." ”

"Although the flower path chief is a little reckless, the old slave looks at it and is a good girl. Steward Feng suddenly said happily.

And it's a lucky star, and he can help His Highness a lot when he returns.

Nangong Yi tilted his head slightly, looking like a weak son, looked at the old housekeeper who brought him up, and asked in confusion: "Uncle Feng likes her?" We don't know the details of that child, and there are many lies, and the reaction is fast, so we really have to guard against it. ”

The steward Feng didn't think about it, and insisted: "Your Highness, please forgive the old slave for talking too much, your prejudice against the flower path chief is all because she is from the Taiyuan Temple, maybe she doesn't have a secret that His Highness wants to know? ”

Dong Wu snorted and reminded: "In order to bring down the King of Beirong, she did not hesitate to use His Highness's life as a bargaining chip, this is not insidious enough?

Steward Feng shook his head, this matter must have been agreed between the two before, since His Royal Highness himself agreed, then something went wrong, how could he blame the flower path chief?

His Royal Highness is hard-mouthed, obviously trusting him enough to hand over his life to the chief of the flower arrangement, and he has to try his best to suspect others.

Between the two arguing, Xibai ran back as soon as he slipped through the smoke, and shouted when he entered the door, "Your Highness, the flower path chief is really gone!"

The three of them raised their heads in unison, Nangong Yi's eyes were dark, and he asked in a deep voice, "What did she do?"

"Back to His Royal Highness, I sneaked into the dungeon after the flower path chief left, and when my subordinates arrived, the king of Beirong was already dead, dying of arsenic, and his clothes were forcibly torn open, but there were no scars on his body. ”

Dongwu was extremely surprised, "She killed the King of Beirong, and she sneaked into the dungeon just to kill her?"

Nangong Yi pondered for a moment and shook her head slowly, "No, she knows that Nangong is certain to die, there is no need to kill him personally, there should be someone else who kills him, as for her, ......" He thought of Xibai's words, and became confused again.

She stripped Nangong Wuji's clothes?

King Beirong is approaching the sixtieth birthday, what can attract her to her? Could it be that she has a special fetish? Nangong Yi's thoughts are gradually indescribable......

"Your Highness said that she came to Chang'an for the [Misfortune], could she feel that the King of Beirong was the person she was looking for, so she would rather visit Dali Temple at night than go to verify it?"

Nangong Yi's thoughts were finally pulled back, and he thought again, "Could it be that there is something different about the [Misfortune]?"

Xibai held his chin and recalled: "My subordinates have checked it, and there is nothing on King Beirong, no different from ordinary people." ”

Does that mean that when she approached Uncle Wang, she actually didn't know if Uncle Wang had anything to do with [Woe]?

If so, wouldn't it be better to help her get to the bottom of who is the Misfortune as soon as possible?

Or maybe she had already taken something from Uncle Wang? Nangong Yi quickly calculated.

Dong Wu said suddenly: "Your Highness, is it better to think about the matter of King Beirong first? If he dies, I'm afraid someone will pour dirty water on you again." ”

Speaking of this, Nangong Yi actually eased his face, and only said lightly: "Yes, if someone strikes first, I'm afraid that he has already had the intention to frame this king." The people who can kill Uncle Wang under the nose of the king in the heavily guarded Dali Temple, the strength of the person who killed Uncle Wang under the nose of the king really cannot be underestimated, and in this Chang'an City, there are many people with great ambitions and appetites. ”

Dongwu asked again: "Your Highness thinks that it could be that the Cui and Li families are secretly making trouble?

"Those two mansions are really annoying, and they always work against His Highness!" Xibai spat viciously, "I really want to burn down their mansion!"

As soon as his voice fell, several people looked at his face, looking shocked, although Xibai was not as stable as Dongwu, he was not an impatient and reckless person.

Dongwu said strangely: "How can you be like the flower leader, you want to do something bold." ”

Xibai was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly changed his words, "Your Highness forgives your sins, and your subordinates just feel that the flower path chief is happy, and just talk about it casually." ”

Nangong Yi sighed silently, Hua Yan's girl is not big, but she is quite influential, and one or two of him can make her fool and run away.

"Your Highness, do you want this medicine to stop being hot?" asked Steward Feng.

"Don't drink it," Nangong Yi glanced at the swarthy medicinal juice, felt sick to his stomach, and handed it to the steward Feng casually, "Don't send this kind of thing to this king in the future, it's so hard to drink something that kills people, what is it to drink it!"

——

A few days later, the news of the suicide of the king of Beirong spread all over the streets and alleys, and the truth of his alchemy of human life was made public, and the palace of the king of Beirong was besieged by the angry people.

Under heavy pressure, the regent struggled to write instructions and make a final judgment on the matter even though he was too weak to handle the government after being poisoned by the golden pill cursed by the undead who had died tragically under the Dan furnace.

The iron coupons of the Danshu of the Beirong Wangfu were removed, and the men in the palace were all beheaded for public display, and the women were hanged to show that the law of the country was clear, and there were no exceptions for the nobles to break the law.

The regent's thunderous means are full of deterrence, and they make the people cry out for joy.

Hua Wei stood in front of the sealed Beirong Palace, seeing the depression, and after smelling the blood on her nose, her mood was particularly complicated.

Even if Nangong is not a [calamity], it is also a scourge, and it will kill him for a hundred, but not everyone in this mansion is black-hearted, and such a strain is also a crime.

King Huai deserves to be able to sit firmly in the position of regent under the royal elders who hold great power and the Taoist palace view that is different from him.

Such a person cannot be offended, Hua Yu cautiously admonished herself. I think the senior sister is right, let's stay away from him as much as possible in the future.

While thinking, she went to King Huai's mansion, thinking about visiting him, and finding an excuse to excuse himself from recuperating his body.

——

Steward Feng seemed very happy to see her, and politely asked her to go to the backyard, while Dongwu followed behind her with a wary face.

Hua Wei was a little embarrassed, she almost killed Nangong Yi, and it is understandable that Dongwu is wary of her.

But it's only this time, and she will never set foot in the Huaiwang Mansion in the future?

......

Let's say that Steward Feng led Hua Yu all the way to Nangong Yi's bedroom, and when she was almost at the door, she reacted and asked in surprise: "Steward Feng, is Your Highness still bedridden?"

Speaking of this, Steward Feng sighed for a while, "Hey, His Highness refuses to use medicine, so naturally he can't get better, but His Highness has a tough temper, and we don't dare to persuade him to go on like this...... Dao Chief, His Highness's body is already weak. ”

Hua Yu blinked, is King Huai's temper bad? I have challenged his authority several times, but I have never seen him pursue it.

Steward Feng said, out of nowhere, he brought out a bowl of turquoise soup, pestled it in front of Hua Yan, and smiled with a wrinkled face: "Since the flower chief is here, you might as well persuade His Highness to drink something?" The old slave thought, since the Taoist chief has come to visit my Royal Highness, he must also hope that he will get better as soon as possible, right?"

Hua Wei looked at the old man's look of grasping the life-saving straw, and she was embarrassed.

Just this disparate decoction, let me persuade your Highness to drink it? I don't dare to persuade him to drink it!