On that day, the news that King Qin vomited blood and fainted in Zichen Hall spread widely, and there was a lot of discussion between the government and the opposition.

After the opening of the national funeral of Chang'an Teahouse, there was finally a new rhetoric, and the two and a half rumors were embellished into a heart-wrenching Hongmen banquet.

Mr. Storyteller slapped the waking wood, his eyes glared, his thin two fingers pointed in the direction of Daming Palace, and said: "Let's say that the eldest princess gave birth to the seven exquisite hearts, although the King of Qin is not worthy of the beauty plan even if he is on the battlefield, please drink the soft wine, please complain, a mouthful of blood and half a life." ”

A spectator below knocked on the melon seeds and shouted: "You old man, the eldest princess is married, but you make up such a story." ”

"What about being married? My dynasty is not a queen emperor without a second marriage. ”

The old man snorted coldly, took a few sips of tea and continued to speak.

Listening to the Fengyue book with Shen Yan as the protagonist, Xu Jin sat in the private room on the second floor of the teahouse and shook his fan leisurely, quite calmly, and even wanted to listen to the next decomposition.

"Castle Lord......"

Qingcheng coughed lightly twice, and looked at Xu Jin tentatively for fear that he would be angry, but seeing that Xu Jin was quite interested, he was even more confused.

Could it be that the city lord is dizzy?

"City Lord, the eldest princess is weak in the palace, and it is inevitable that she will be arranged."

Xu Jin bowed his head in agreement, turned the fan in his hand in a circle, and finally stopped to support his head, and a pair of Danfeng eyes scanned the spectators of the teahouse.

"Her heart is with me, and I'm sure that's enough. As for others, it's really not a big deal. ”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the storyteller, and said lightly: "He is eloquent, but unfortunately, the story is not good." ”

With that, he put down a piece of broken silver and turned to leave.

On the other hand, rumors about King Qin and the eldest princess spread throughout the city, and the officials of the six ministries sitting in the high hall had heard of it. When a few people heard the play, they were even more surprised.

When King Qin left that day, everyone thought it was an invitation from a confidant. But now it seems that this is a red face poison!

actually directly poisoned the King of Qin, who was resolute in the past, and vomited blood.

To be ruthless, this eldest princess is much more powerful than the first emperor. The first emperor has not been able to suppress the king of Qin for so many years, and the eldest princess used a Hongmen banquet to deal with the king of Qin, which is really wonderful.

Although they thought so, everyone couldn't gloat, and they all went to visit King Qin's Mansion with a heavy heart.

Not surprisingly, he was blocked out of the gate of the mansion by the spiritual spring of the Qin Palace.

Lingquan is a girl who has killed people on the battlefield, although she is dressed as a housekeeper's calm dress, but she has a cold face and glare, and the guards who want to continue to entangle also leave quickly.

Everyone put down the gift list and left, expressing their wishes for the recovery of King Qin.

"You, you, you're sick in the brain, sick in the brain!"

Lu Ningfu jumped on his feet in the bedroom and scolded Wang Huanzhi, at this time Wang Huanzhi was lying on the bed, and his eyes lost their former brilliance.

Seeing that Wang Huanzhi didn't speak, he asked hesitantly: "Isn't it true that you were killed by the eldest princess Hongmen banquet as rumored?" ”

The Qin Wangfu only said to the outside world that the Qin Wang's old illness had relapsed and he was recuperating in the palace. As for the fact that he vomited blood from the palace and came out of a coma, Wang Huanzhi didn't know how it spread.

"It's none of her business."

Wang Huanzhi said lightly, with a thin trace of blood on his face and empty eyes.

When he was unconscious, he dreamed back to the scene he had first encountered. Kang He is in the deep palace, although he is the emperor, he is not favored. When the army returned from victory, Kang He spoke for the emperor at the banquet and beat the courtiers, which was very harsh.

He had no intention, but he slipped out of the banquet but suddenly bumped into her who was sick, fragile but still resolute.

Love at first sight, mistake for life.

In the future, relying on his superb martial arts, Wang Huanzhi often sneaked into the Qingsi Hall to see her as long as he was in Chang'an.

Time slipped away slowly, year after year. The little emperor finally grew up, her delicate facial features stretched out like a scroll of paintings, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, eyebrows and lips, standing under the huge glutinous rice tree in the Qingsi Palace, like a fairy who fell into the mortal dust.

She could only stay in the Qingsi Hall due to her illness, so she only had a hobby of reading. Every time Wang Huanzhi entered the palace, he brought her the ancient books and classics he found.

Bypassing Jin Wuwei and jumping into the Qingsi Palace, looking at her quiet appearance sitting under the porch reading, Wang Huanzhi leaned his head on the railing and smiled slightly, and when he earned enough military merits, he went to ask Kang He to marry.

He knew that he was not from a good background, so he wanted to give her the most and most precious things in the world, so that she could walk out of this cage-like deep palace under the envy of the world.

"You have to defend the Shen family for me."

Under the moonlit corridor, Kang He tugged on his sleeve and said solemnly, her eyes were as clear as a deep well, as if she could see through Wang Huanzhi's thoughts.

Wenchen governs the government, and the generals guard the country.

She solemnly placed the white jade pendant that symbolized her identity in Wang Huanzhi's hand, and suddenly got up and kissed Wang Huanzhi's side face.

The blushing face of the beauty under the moon became the last picture in Wang Huanzhi's dream.

"Are you stunned? I used to think that you were greedy for power, but now I think you have fallen for that subordinate. ”

Lu Ningfu looked at Wang Huanzhi and sneered. Today's Wang Huanzhi is no longer the dashing young man he knew at the beginning, he is so soft and red that he can't break free.

"It's my willingness."

Wang Huanzhi said softly.

He sat up with his forehead propped up and let out a long sigh.

No matter what happens now, he and Kanghe are inseparable from fate.

"It's a bad fate."

Lu Ning was helpless, looked at Wang Huanzhi with pity, and said softly.

When Wang Huanzhi's body recovered a little, he summoned Lingquan in and handed her a handwritten letter.

"You immediately get up and go to Beizhuang outside the city and take Mama Qi to the palace."

There was an accident in Qingsi Hall that day, and only An Niang and Mama Qi escaped. Now thousands of clues point to Mama Qi.

He needed an explanation.

Lingquan knew that this matter involved Emperor Ji, so he took the handwritten letter and hurriedly turned around and went out.

She didn't dare to delay and went to Zhuangzi outside the city, and asked everyone but heard the news of Mama Qi's death.

"When did she die? Why don't you know to tell the prince about such a thing! ”

Lingquan gritted his teeth when he heard the news and scolded angrily, the people on the Zhuangzi rarely saw Lingquan, and when they heard the reprimand, they secretly thought to themselves: "She found a rope to strangle herself, what can we do?" ”

"What?"

Mama Qi actually committed suicide?

Lingquan didn't dare to stay, and hurriedly went to the house where Mama Qi used to live. The house has been cleaned up, and there is no trace of any inhabitants.

"What about what Mama Qi left behind?"

"Here."

The steward pointed to the box on the side and said, "After all, it was the person brought by the prince, we ate and drank well, and I don't know why, we committed suicide in a few days of the national funeral." We didn't dare to touch what she left behind, and we all put it in this box. ”