At this time, the dormitory became extremely quiet, Qi Jingyang sat on the main hall like this, his eyes opened slightly, but it didn't seem like he was looking at Yu Chen, but Yu Chen could feel the needles on his back, and he only knew that this was his only chance.

When Qi Jingyang had an accident before, Yu Chen and Dai Wang were not in Beijing, just because there were some things that delayed the trip back, and when the accident happened, Qi Jingyang did not contact them to come back, and Prime Minister Lu Cheng was still there at that time, even he had no choice, what could Yu Chen and Dai Wang do?

It wasn't until after Prime Minister Lu Cheng died that Yu Chen and Dai Wang thought that things were going to be big, and even Prime Minister Lu Cheng was dead at this time, and Qi Jingyang was called an isolated and helpless person at this time.

They heard on the road that Qi Jingqin and Liang Fengmian won the battle, and the head of the hundred officials was the prime minister, so it became the position of Qin Yuandao, who is Qin Yuandao, he is Liang Fengmian's friend, they are above the officialdom, one article and one martial arts, after Lu Gaohong died, it simply cut off all the ways for Qi Jingyang and Qi Jingqin to fight.

Liang Huanqing is Liang Fengmian's only daughter, and it is rumored in Beijing that Liang Fengmian is s extremely fond of this eldest lady, Liang Huanqing married Qi Jingqin, Qi Jingqin is equivalent to sitting on the Liang family's foundation for the Celestial Empire, don't say that now with Liang Fengmian's help, Qi Jingqin is already about to ascend the throne, even if Qi Jingyang really ascends the throne, this throne may not be comfortable.

Qi Jingyang doesn't use Qi Jingqin, can he really not use Liang Fengmian? It's that he agreed, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty may not necessarily agree, and when there is a war, don't you have to let this general come forward? The enemy army is terrified just by hearing his name, and this Celestial Dynasty has not been able to rely on Liang Fengmian for the time being, so it is irreplaceable by others, so it is particularly precious.

Qin Yuandao sat in the position of prime minister, needless to say, he would naturally take the initiative to help Qi Jingqin, even if he wanted to stand on Qi Jingyang's side, he had to look at Liang Fengmian's face, didn't he?

Yu Chen and Dai Wang saw that the current situation of Prince Chung was indeed tricky, but it was not impossible to give it a try.

Yu Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, raised his eyes to look at Prince Song, there was still some fear in his heart, the water cup that Prince Song smashed over just now could smash his forehead painfully, and now that he has calmed down, it is even more painful.

Qi Jingyang was still sitting on it waiting for him to speak, it was not so simple to say this, if it was just Yu Chen who wanted to lie and deceive people like this just to save his life, Qi Jingyang would not be able to spare him.

It's midnight, and it's not long before it's March 31, which is nothing to them, and they don't know what will happen tomorrow, and it may be a different night, but it will be the same for many people.

Qi Jingyang lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, then blew away the dust on it, and asked, "How can you say that you have thought about it, Yu Da Dark Guard?" ”

Qi Jingyang's voice was tepid, and he couldn't hear what the emotion was, but from it, he could hear that Qi Jingyang was enduring some things, as if he might not be able to hold back his emotions now, but he still kept holding back.

Yu Chen was also frightened, listening to what Prince Chung said, everyone pinched a cold sweat for Yu Chen, and Kong Yan and Dai Wang's eyes looked at Yu Chen, wanting to know what he would say next.

The current Prince Chung is angry, don't look at it now that he has calmed down, but Kong Yan has been by Qi Jingyang's side, and he knows Qi Jingyang's temper, and now it seems that he has calmed down, but he is not sure when this temper will come up again, if this Yu Chen says another wrong word, I am afraid it will be another matter of losing his head1.

This empty rock was worried about him on the side, but Yu Chen was not idle, but now he said these words, I am afraid that there is some empty words.

Yu Chen thought about everything before coming to Beijing, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen after coming to Beijing, Prince Chung didn't hate Qi Jingqin as much as he imagined, and he looked at it like this, but some of his hatred was gone, which made Yu Chen not know what to do.

But now that it's on this, if you don't say it, you have to say it, Yu Chen told all about his plan to kill Qi Jingqin, Qi Jingyang listened, smacked his lips, and said: "This is the same as the original princess's idea......

"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, rest assured! The subordinates will definitely get the errand done! Seeing that Qi Jingyang seemed to have some thoughts, Yu Chen was worried that he would regret it, so he hurriedly said.

"Then you say, when do you have to kill him?" Qi Jingyang looked at the jade wrench in his hand and said, "It can't wait until he ascends the throne, right?" ”

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, his subordinates thought, as long as it is the emperor...... Let's do it...... The prince of the army doesn't have to worry, as long as we kill him by surprise, it will definitely be enough for his subordinates to bring these strange abilities on the rivers and lakes! Yu Chen said.

Qi Jingyang nodded, then stood up, looked at the reddish moon outside the window, and said, "That's it...... Dead horses should be live horse doctors. This king has reached this point, what are you afraid of? They had never been afraid. ”

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At this time, in the Yichun Palace, the remaining days are like years for Xia Rongxin, and every minute is counted.

Thinking that Qi Bingyu is still struggling, Xia Rongxin's heart is not as good as she imagined, now that the sky is gradually getting darker, Qi Bingyu thinks that life is slowly fading, at this time Shen Tuchen must be sitting next to him and watching, Xia Rongxin can't go, she can't bear to watch him die like this.

When she gave birth to Qi Jingqin, her family had traveled thousands of miles from Qinhuai, and in the letter, Xia Rongxin said that she would let them bring the clothes she wore in the boudoir, Xia Rongxin thought that she was not married in the boudoir, and she was once a woman who dared to love and hate.

Xia Rongxin thought about dressing up in the boudoir, which can be regarded as an explanation to herself who has been in prison, and after tonight, she will not be the same Xia Rongxin as before.

After Yun Xi helped to freshen up and dress up for a while, Xia Rongxin stood in front of the mirror-

A azure emerald smoke shirt, a pleated skirt of scattered flowers and water mist and green grass, wearing a light blue emerald water thin smoke veil, if the shoulders are cut into the waist if you are about to be su, if the skin is condensed if you are like a blue orchid, the waist is folded to a slight step, showing a bright wrist in the light yarn, the eyes are full of spring water and clear waves, and a hollow golden hairpin is inserted obliquely on the head, embellished with a little purple jade, and the tassel is sprinkled on the green silk. Wearing a soft smoke, it is really a bit of a powdery and crispy and delicate taste.

The long black hair is sliding between the snow-white fingers, a coiled bun, the jade hairpin is loose and loose, and then a branch of gold is inserted, the long beads tremble and hang down, swaying between the temples, the eyebrows are not described, the skin is white and greasy like fat without powder, the lips are sipped, the beauty is like a danguo, the coral chain and the red jade bracelet are compared between the wrists, and finally the crimson bead chain is worn on the wrist, the white is like snow, the red is like fire, the eye-catching is bright, the bright yellow Luo skirt is dressed, the emerald ribbon is tied around the waist, and the figure of Na is suddenly revealed, wandering in front of the mirror, and all kinds of styles are lived.

She was wearing a white floor-length skirt again, embroidered with pink patterns on the wide hem, and a long cigarette purple silk on her arms, and a thin waist, tied with a purple brocade belt inlaid with jade. The jet-black hair was tied up with a lilac ribbon, and a few strands of hair fell mischievously down the shoulders, lining the broken skin even whiter. The face is not powdered, but it is fresh and moving.

The eyes are like water, but with the coldness of talking, it seems to be able to see through everything, the ten fingers are slender, the skin is like clotted fat, the snow white is pink, it seems to be able to wring out the water, a pair of red lips, smiling like a smile, every move seems to be dancing, long hair hangs straight down the ankles, untie the hair, the green silk dances with the wind, emitting a fragrance, the waist is slender, the limbs are slender, there is a fairy-like temperament, wearing a white dress on the ground, the rusty butterfly dark lines, a green silk with a butterfly tassel shallowly raised, the butterfly carved from the pearl of the night on the forehead, exudes a faint light, Emei sweeps, I don't apply powder on my face, but I still can't hide my stunning appearance.

A crystal necklace around the neck, more and more called the collarbone clear, the white jade bracelet on the wrist lined with snow skin, a pair of gilt shoes on the feet decorated with precious stones, beautiful eyes flowing, like a pale butterfly that has lost its breath in the dark, the expression is indifferent, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, the corners of the mouth hook a smile, like fireworks ethereal and gorgeous.

The eyes are like water, but with the coldness of talking, it seems to be able to see through everything, the ten fingers are slender, the skin is like clotted fat, the snow white is pink, it seems to be able to wring out the water, a pair of red lips, smiling like a smile, every move seems to be dancing, long hair hangs straight down the ankles, untie the hair, the green silk dances with the wind, emitting a fragrance, the waist is slender, the limbs are slender, there is a fairy-like temperament, wearing a white dress on the ground, the rusty butterfly dark lines, a green silk with a butterfly tassel shallowly raised, the butterfly carved from the pearl of the night on the forehead, exudes a faint light, Emei sweeps, There is no powder on the face, but it still can't hide the stunning face, a crystal necklace around the neck, more and more called the collarbone clear, the white jade bracelet on the wrist is lined with snow skin, a pair of gilt shoes on the feet are decorated with gemstones, beautiful eyes flow, like a pale butterfly that has lost its breath in the dark, the expression is indifferent, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, the corner of the mouth hooks a smile, like fireworks ethereal and gorgeous.

Xia Rongxin looked at herself in the mirror, and she only hated that she was thinking about a new life now-

At the time of the draft, she was wearing a pale pink dress, which was long and dragged to the ground, her thin waist was restrained by a cloud belt, which showed that she did not have a hand, and a Qibao coral hairpin in her hair reflected her face like a hibiscus.

Change into a pale pink long skirt, with a plain white gauze on it, which is also a standard show girl makeup, extremely elegant outfit, the wind blows, a little thin, but also contains a trace of sadness.

The face is extremely gorgeous, a pair of phoenix eyes are charming, but awe-inspiring, a green silk combed into a Chinese bun, beautiful and graceful, the pearl the size of the little finger, bright as snow, the stars flickering in the hair, the lotus flower moved to the front of the hall, leaned over softly, shook the handkerchief, and followed everyone and said: "The courtier Xia Rongxin asked the emperor to be safe, and the emperor was blessed with gold." ”

According to the words of the Queen Mother at that time, it was a large peony emerald green smoke yarn Bixia Luo, a pink narcissus scattered flower green leaf skirt that mopped the floor, and a thin smoky green veil with gold silk. The low-hanging sideburns are obliquely inserted and inlaid with pearls and jasper, and the flowers and moon look out of the water hibiscus.

The capital of the city raised a good daughter, and all the show girls here were envious.

When performing her talents, she lightly picked the silver strings with her jade hands, plucked her hands on the guqin, the sound was beautiful, rhythmic, like the sound of heaven, after a long time, she ended the playing of this song, slowly stood up, and the king on the stage stared at her intently.

Delicate black long hair, often draped over the shoulders, slightly soft, sometimes loose counting long hair, showing a different style, suddenly from mature to cute, people new love and pity, white skin like a freshly peeled egg, big eyes flashing as if they can speak, small red lips and the white of the skin, more distinct, a pair of small dimples evenly distributed on both sides of the cheeks, a shallow smile, dimples looming on the cheeks, lovely as a fairy.

Xia Rongxin stood in front of the mirror, thinking about her life, refined and dignified all her life......

When she met the emperor in the imperial garden, she wore a long dress of dark blue brocade, embroidered with white plum blossoms, and used a white brocade belt to tie the slender waist. The jet-black hair is tied into a wishful bun, and only a plum blossom white hosta is inserted. Although concise, it looks fresh and elegant to the mirror to freshen up. The face is thinly powdered, a light blue silk double-glazed palace dress, a newly picked white plum on the head, and only a jasper hairpin is pulled, decorated with a thin silver silk beaded tassel, and the lotus step is walked.

Then gave birth to Qi Jingqin, she didn't love the charm of purple and red, she only loved the green emerald cigarette shirt, the scattered flowers, mist and green grass pleated skirt, wearing the emerald water thin smoke veil, the shoulders were cut into the waist if the waist was like a prime, and the skin was like a coagulated gas like a quiet orchid. But it is also coquettish and boneless.

The green snail eyebrows are long, the bead flower tassel is abandoned, and the three thousand green silk are only curled up with a plum hairpin with meticulous carving, and the lead is light. Dai's eyebrows are delicate and far away, the green temples are thickly dyed with spring smoke, and there is a cloud-like aura of Wushan.

Let the tears flow, what about it? Yun Xi saw it and hurriedly took out the guqin, Xia Rongxin and Yang Suying met at the beginning, also because of this good piano skills, although not as good as Yang Suying, but Xia Rongxin still remembered the rhythm, but she didn't want to dance anymore.

At this time, the mood is depressed, only in this way can it be solved, thinking, is a pair of plain hands on the piano, slow and urgent, like a butterfly flying on the string, the mouth softly chanted: "Five lakes drunk moon...... Drunken Moon Five Lakes ...... Grew up in Houmen, and was favored by his relatives......"

It is a song "Five Lakes Drunken Moon" silk and bamboo singing, like a thin and bright silk, smooth and dense quietly extended; Elongated, elongated and elongated - just like that, it was smooth and graceful, after Yongxiang, over Shanglin Yuan, over the islands of Taiyechi, and through every pavilion where the concubines lived, it was pervasive, and it was even more penetrating into the hearts of the people. Thinking that maybe Qi Bingyu would also hear the pleasant sound of the piano, which could be regarded as giving him a ride, tears falling on the guqin and making a ticking sound.

Xia Rongxin stroked the strings in her hand while opening her lips and sang: "Peel off the wall and dance in the sky to break the sun."

The sound of Yingluo, the clothes are raised, and the two sleeves are fragrant.

The yellow sand is confused by the despair that has been engraved for thousands of years.

Reincarnation is boundless, fatal, and unforgettable.

The memory of the deserted city of Loulan is yellow, and the sword cuts the thorns on the way to the fire.

Hanhai camel bell swept away hope and pointed to the other side of the night.

Who is in the distance with the sound of the pipa.

A string of wounds, a string of hatred, melancholy.

How much splendor is written in the temple sacrifices.

The stone wall is cold, the wind is howling, and it is hesitant.

Loneliness fills the purple Mo red dust and emptiness.

Yellow springs flow, blue falls, fate,

The blood mist pierces the sorrow at dusk, and the scarlet blooms like a remnant of red.

Eventually, the color of the magnificent painting will fade and transform into a ray of moonlight.

Wandering in a dream, yesterday's lonely soul wandered.

The training ground, who sings, the past

Peeling off the walls and dancing in the sky to shatter the slanting sun.

Falling flowers, shadows, flying.

The yellow sand is confused by the despair that has been engraved for thousands of years.

Floating life, divided into yin and yang, in a hurry.

The broken goose called the parting clouds long, rendering the madness of life and death in the ruins.

The ancient legend ended without a word, and thousands of silver snow drifted.

How much splendor is written in the temple sacrifices.

The stone wall is cold, the wind is howling, and it is hesitant.

Loneliness fills the purple Mo red dust and emptiness.

The yellow spring flows, the blue falls, and the fate is dead.

Through the vicissitudes of life, the death of the past, the fate of mourning,

Tears and tears, tears and frost, and ...... burial"

As soon as Xia Rongxin's piano stopped, she only heard a long voice from the Qinzheng Palace-"The emperor died-"

Two lines of tears slipped from her eyes, and she shouted, "Emperor—"

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