It's night, and the city of Tokyo is still bustling.

The wide road is lined with bright lights. Especially at the door of those Qinglou Wonderful Pavilions, the warblers and swallows are a lively scene.

Because it will be the Double Ninth Festival in a few days, most of the literati in Tokyo will gather in the famous emerald red mansion in the capital to compose poems and recite lyrics.

When walking through these places, you can often see talented people in splendid robes, shaking folding fans against the cool autumn breeze, first arching their hands to the old bustard at the door, praising the boss for looking better and better recently. Then, in the old bustard's meaty smile, he was reserved, and then nodded and said, "Since Miss Cui invited, then Ben Gongzi can go in and talk!" ”

As a famous student in Tokyo, Wang Jiangong was naturally a frequent visitor here before. In addition, his family is a wealthy businessman in Jiangnan, and the money in his hand is also sufficient. In the past, it was naturally loved by the women of the Qinglou.

However, when he walked through the Emerald Red Mansion, he didn't go in. He just raised his head and glanced at the room on the emerald red building that reflected the shadow of a beautiful woman. Listening to the room, there were bursts of laughter, and there was no shortage of silver obscenities during the period. He felt a faint pain in his heart, sighed, and then lowered his head and walked forward.

Today, no matter what, this letter must be sent to the palace.

Although he was born with a romantic surname, he also knows how to measure. It can be seen from my sister's simple letter. How bad the current situation is at home.

And the turning point for all is in this letter.

Thinking of this, he reached out and pressed the letter hidden in his bosom hard. Holding the jade pendant in his hand, he took a big stride and walked towards the palace in the distance.

The autumn wind blows, rolling up the fallen leaves on the roadside......

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Night, Imperial Palace, Imperial Study

In the brightly lit imperial study, the golden silk decorates the imperial study with golden brilliance. On the candelabra of gold, red candles sway. In front of the precious sandalwood desk, the silver-haired emperor sat at the table, looking at the folds in front of him with a calm face.

At this time, the candles on the candlestick had burned to the end, and the lights flickered. The little eunuch, who was in charge of guarding the candle, hurriedly stepped forward to put on a new candle.

The desk was already full of the approved memoranda, and the emperor yawned in confusion as he flipped through the last one.

On the side, the chief administrator hurriedly stepped forward to change the emperor with a new cup of tea.

After the emperor took a sip of tea, his expression was a little more energetic. "Your Majesty, are you turning over the concubine's cards tonight?" The manager smiled and asked softly. On the wooden plate, there are more than a dozen fast signs, and the brands are engraved with the names of ** beauties.

The Emperor was about to say something, when he suddenly saw the last letter delivered from the north. After glancing at the words on it, his brows suddenly furrowed.

"There was a military report from the north, saying that after changing into new military uniforms, the sergeants of my Da Zhou were all dressed into a strange disease, and there were red bumps on their bodies, how could this be. How could this happen in this new military uniform! The emperor frowned, and after looking at it again, his brows tightened: "Also, this silk soft armor can't even block an arrow at all." It's just a silk garment. Which merchant made this military uniform? ”

It seemed to be talking to himself, but it could not hide the emperor's anger. He turned his head and stared at the main pipe with a cold expression: "Li Dexian, do you know? "Your Majesty, you are angry, according to the slave maid, this matter of the new military uniform, maybe it is a crooked idea that those sergeants at the border pass think, and you must want Your Majesty to pay for it!" The chief steward stepped forward and gently slapped the emperor's back, the look in his eyes flashed a few times, and he replied with a smile.

The emperor suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, turned his head and stared at Li Dexian, his gaze as sharp as a falcon, staring at him motionlessly.

"Your Majesty, the slave and maid know that they are wrong, and the slave and maid should not discuss the government and politics!" Li Dexian was so frightened that his legs and feet weakened, and he fell to his knees with a thud. begged for mercy.

"Get up!" The emperor glanced at him faintly, then waved his hand and said.

Li Dexian hurriedly thanked him, his expression returned to his past, and he tried hard to hold on to the ground.

At this moment, an officer dressed in a costume that the chief steward had never seen before, and two sergeants hurriedly walked in. "I've seen Your Majesty" sergeant just said a simple sentence and bowed to the emperor.

Although it was just a courtesy, the manager on the side narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt bad in his heart.

This person, he had never seen before. And judging by this person's attitude towards His Majesty, it seems that he has an extraordinary status in the palace. Looking at this person's gloomy eyes, the steward suddenly remembered the Nightingale spy that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had recently secretly established some time ago.

The Emperor nodded slightly, stood up, and turned to walk towards the next room. This sergeant, who came in, followed closely.

Seeing this person coming, the manager hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, but this person seemed to be merciless. glanced at him coldly, without saying a word, but it made people shiver.

Seeing His Majesty the Emperor and the sergeant enter the room, the chief steward felt very uneasy in his heart. He wanted to go over and listen, but when he saw the two officers guarding the door, they looked like they were not entering. In the end, he suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and after smiling at others, he quietly withdrew from the imperial study.

In the secret room, the emperor sat at the table, looked at the officer quietly, and said, "What's the matter?" “

When the officer heard this, he hurriedly bowed down and replied, "Your Majesty, Weichen's subordinates have just received a letter from Lord Wang Jianfei outside the city gate!" “

As he spoke, the officer took out the letter that was originally in Wang Jiangong's hand from his arms and respectfully handed it over to the emperor.

After the emperor took the envelope and glanced at it, a smile finally appeared on his expressionless face, he smiled, nodded and said, "It's really that old guy's words, heh, how is Wang Jianfei in Jiangning?" Do you still have complaints about the widow? ”

The emperor asked casually as he tore open the envelope while laughing.

may be reminded of Wang Jianfei's appearance of arguing with himself in the court. The emperor thought in his heart that the old man was really cute.

After hearing this, the officer's expression was a little deep, and after thinking about it, he hugged his fists and said: "Your Majesty, the minister, the minister just got the tip!" ”

"Well, say!" The emperor paused in his hand, raised his head to look at the nightingale captain, and replied faintly.

The officer took a deep breath and replied, "Your Majesty, the report that the minister just received says that Lord Wang died of illness two years ago!" ”

"Oh!" The emperor nodded, but in the next moment, his expression suddenly became extremely shocked, he suddenly turned his head, looked at the officer with a pale expression, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, what did you say?" ”

The officer knelt on the ground with a thud, his head pressed to the ground, and replied word by word: "Your Majesty, Lord Wang has died of illness in the winter of the millennium. Now it is buried in a forest outside the city of Jiangning. A lonely grave, a wooden plaque, and nothing else. ”

The emperor's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and the hand holding the envelope began to tremble. His heavy eyes were full of coldness, and his expression was complex and changeable in thought.

"Wang Jianfei, Wang Huzi, who helped the widow ascend to the throne, actually died?" The emperor muttered to himself with a disturbed expression, "Why doesn't the widow know? Why didn't he tell the widow! ”

Seeing that the emperor's expression was wrong, the officer hurriedly persuaded: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" ”

The envelope in the emperor's hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and he said these two sentences in a loop, looking distracted.

After a while, the emperor's eyes were faintly murderous, he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, his hand grasped the armrest of the dragon chair, his eyes narrowed, and he said with a cruel smile: "Li Dexian!" ”

"Come on, take Li Dexian down to the widow!"

The Emperor slapped the table with a snap and ordered the officer angrily.

The officer just clenched his fists, ready to answer the call. But I heard a terrible shout suddenly from outside: "Someone, Manager Li committed suicide by jumping into the well!" ”

Not long after, someone heard outside the house: "Your Majesty, Manager Li has just committed suicide by throwing himself into a well in the Imperial Garden!" “

The emperor smiled coldly, squinted at the officer, the cold stars flashed in his eyes, and the murderous opportunity collapsed: "Zhan Ying, check for the widow!" The widow wants to see who is so bold and dares to bully the king like this! “

The officer, who was called Zhanying by the emperor, hurriedly clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Weichen obeys the order!" Only, Your Majesty! "What else, let's talk about it together!" The emperor leaned back in his chair a little weakly, tilted his head, and tried not to let Zhanying see his tears. He closed his eyes and said lightly. "Your Majesty, according to the Jiangning Nightingale's report, it is said that someone has begun to attack Lord Wang's heir! Now, Lord Wang's second son, Wang Liye, has been thrown into Jiangning's cell. It is said that it will be cut after the autumn of next year! Zhan Ying clenched his fists and said the information he heard word for word.

The emperor smiled coldly, and his tone was full of mockery: "Heh, these people are really impatient. Before the widow died, he began to think about changing the world! Zhanying, have you found out who it is? “

Zhan Ying nodded, and said in a deep voice: "I found out, this person's name is Fan Zeng, who was previously an official of Lord An, and is currently an official of the Ministry of Rites!" ”

After hearing An Peng's name, the emperor's face changed slightly, and his expression became a little solemn. After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, he waved his hand and said, "Spread the decree, see you in An Peng's imperial study!" ”

"Yes!" Zhan Ying answered, saluted respectfully, and then exited the secret room.

"An Peng, heh!" The emperor opened his eyes and smiled coldly, his eyes full of coldness.

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At the time of the third watch, the imperial study was still brightly lit. The eunuchs and palace maids guarding outside the door all bowed their heads and looked solemn. They had served the emperor for many years, and tonight, they could clearly feel the oppression of the atmosphere in the imperial study.

I don't know if the minister is going to lose his head!

The eunuchs and palace maids all thought like this in their hearts.

In the imperial study, the emperor leaned back in his chair a little tiredly, closed his eyes and recuperated, and kept holding the letter in his hand.

Under the desk, An Peng, who is now the official worshipping the left servant, has been kneeling there all the time, motionless.

At this time, An Peng had been kneeling on the ground for five hours, and at this time he seemed to have reached the limit, his body trembled, and beads of sweat the size of beans were brushing down.

Seeing that this left servant was already at the end of his crossbow, the emperor straightened up, leaned back in his chair, glanced at him lightly, and said, "An Peng, do you know about Jiangnan's affairs?" ”

"Minister, minister knows something!" An Peng knew very well what the emperor was asking, and secretly raised his head to look at the emperor, and found that although he was careless, there was a look of insight in those heavy eyes. He secretly wiped a handful of sweat and hurriedly replied.

"Fan Zeng is from your house, right?" The emperor's body leaned forward slightly, but it brought An Peng a huge sense of oppression.

"Yes, yes!" An Peng's voice trembled, his face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly admitted.

"Damn it!" The emperor said lightly.

"Yes, yes, this son does deserve to die!" An Peng put his head on the ground and nodded vigorously.

"That's fine, you personally go to Jiangning to deliver the decree, and Fan Zeng Lingchi will be executed. Su Guangyi was beheaded, and his family was exiled for 3,000 miles, as for the Liu family, wipe out the clan! These heads should be regarded as a widow to apologize to Wang Jianfei. Oh, I hope this old man doesn't resent the widow down there! The emperor's eyes were moist, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

After hearing such a severe punishment from the emperor, An Peng's body trembled violently. He raised his head and looked at the emperor with fear. My head went blank.

"An Peng, do you want to resist the order?" The emperor opened his eyes, leaned forward, and stared at him with a sneer.

"The minister doesn't dare, the minister will go to deliver the decree immediately!" An Peng was so frightened that he was suddenly soaked with sweat, and he wanted to get up, but his legs were numb and he couldn't move at all. In the end, he could only kowtow while retreating and crawling towards the door.