Since passing the Chunhua Gate, the road in front of me suddenly became familiar.

Follow the road all the way down, then turn left, and further on to the Chengqian Palace—a road that Bai Ling has walked alone many times, but not once has it made her so uneasy as it is today.

Does Qu know what's going to happen tonight?

I don't know...... With her attitude towards her mother and brother in the past two months, Qu Xiu would not tell her such an important and secret plan.

So will Qu Shi agree to give him a third edict?

Bai Ling suddenly felt as if his heart was being tightened by several thin and sharp threads.

Handing over the oracle is tantamount to handing over his own life and that of his children......

To do this step alone, Bai Ling is not sure, and he does not dare to take this risk, there is only one way in front of her-

By any means, get the oracle.

Even if the feet are shaky, the road must be completed.

……

The night was getting deeper.

Bai Yi was in Bai Ling's yard, holding a lamp and trying the keys one by one.

After roughly figuring out the corresponding locks, he took the candle and glanced at the corner of the backyard with miscellaneous items, pushed open the sack that contained something on it, and there was an old two-wheeled cart underneath.

Bai Yi cleaned it out.

When everything was done, another round of drumming came from outside the courtyard gate.

Bai Ling has been gone for more than an hour.

At the same time, all the officials above the fourth rank in Beijing received an urgent edict to enter the palace and waited by the left armpit gate outside the Taihedian Square.

People whispered and chattered, forming a buzzing wave.

And with the opening of a palace gate, everyone's voices suddenly lowered.

Prince Gong and Princess Zhen appeared in everyone's sight - people were slightly surprised that the princess had also been summoned tonight.

The eunuch who led the way walked in front with his head down, and Zhen stepped on the cold stone path slowly without squinting.

The courtiers bowed their heads.

People looked at the dignified and virtuous princess with a heartfelt humility on their expressions.

This should be the next queen of Da Zhou.

It wasn't until the princess's figure faded away that the crowd gradually became noisy again.

Zheng Mi was also among them, but he didn't have the intention of talking to anyone, he just sat on the side with a heavy heart, looking up at the southwest corner of the sky.

- The comet that once scorched half of the night sky, now only a faint red shadow remains.

Zheng Mi couldn't tell why, but felt that his heart was full of anxiety and anxiety.

……

Outside the Hall of Heart Nourishing, the ministers of the cabinet stood in the dim candlelight.

Song Bozong and Sun Beiji stood at the front, the two old men facing the direction of Emperor Jianxi's bed with expressionless faces, and behind them, the other cabinet members were also the same.

Zhen walked past these courtiers and saluted outside the hall, Song Bozong looked at Zhen's back coldly, and then Mu Muran withdrew his gaze.

At the moment when Zhen finished his ceremony, Prince Gong's heart-rending cry suddenly came from the Heart Nourishing Palace.

Everyone's hearts were shocked—the emperor was gone.

Sure enough, there was a rapid sound of copper drums in the Heart Cultivation Palace, which spread out like waves in the night, and the corner towers on all sides of the palace also beat heavy drums in response after hearing this sound.

From the inner palace to the outer court, all the courtiers fell to their knees like a tide.

Everyone beat their chests and feet like a dead father, and wept loudly, and several people fainted because they were crying too excitedly, and the palace people carried them aside and handed them over to the doctors of the hospital.

Emperor Jianxi, who has been in the palace for forty-five years, finally finished his life on this summer day when the mountains and rains are coming.

However, only they know how many of these cries are sincere.

Before the collapse, Prince Gong hugged Emperor Jianxi's arm tightly - at this moment, he finally felt that the person sleeping on the bed had become a close relative.

Although until his death, the last advice he said to himself was only "don't reduce the gold".

But it's finally over......

He no longer had to endure this moody, majestic father, and from now on, he would be able to straighten his back and do things with dignity......

Prince Gong's tears flowed uncontrollably, and every drop was hot and hot.

Huang Chongde knelt behind Prince Gong, his eyes dry - he was too old, and the days of care had dried his tears.

What's more, there are more important things waiting for him to take care of right now.

Sure enough, Qiu Shi stumbled in almost at this moment, knelt down in front of Prince Gong and cried, "Lord Wang, go out and have a look, they ...... They were making a fuss outside. ”

Prince Gong stopped crying and turned back a little blankly, "Who made a fuss?" ”

"Lord Wang, you are guarding the emperor here," Huang Chongde said in a low voice, "The old slave went out to have a look." ”

Prince Gong nodded again and again, looking at Huang Chongde's distant back, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

The people outside the Heart Cultivation Hall have been divided into two groups, and the palace people are at a loss to see the scene in front of them, and they don't know who to help for a while.

"Song Bozong! What do you want! ”

Zhang Shouzhong's eyes were like copper bells, and his official hat had been knocked off in the dispute, but he had no time to care about these, so he just struggled to block in front of the Zhen clan - the soldiers of the left guard battalion who were originally guarding near the Yangxin Palace actually drew their swords towards the princess.

And this order to kill people was actually given by Song Bozong himself.

"The emperor has been murdered...... Song Bozong's voice was full of sorrow, "Old minister, you can only uphold the will of your father, purge the monarch, and calm the civil strife!" ”

"What civil strife?" Sun Beiji stood beside Zhang Shouzhong and asked in a cold voice.

The situation could not be clearer.

It's really the other way around.

It's just that no one thought that it was the Zuowei Battalion, who had always been loyal to Emperor Jianxi, who turned against the water...... Before entering the palace tonight, Sun and Zhang naively felt that this was at least a hole card that could be relied on.

"Bring Chen Yicong here." Song Bozong said in a loud voice.

Zhen's whole body trembled slightly.

——According to Emperor Jianxi's instructions, during the parting vigil for him, Prince Gong stood by the bed, and the prince personally took care of the immortal lamp he lit behind the Palace of Nourishing Hearts.

"How dare you call the son of the world by his name—"

"Catch ...... Scratch...... Grab it. Song Ne pointed at the furious Zhang Shouzhong, then stretched out his hand and pointed at his mouth, "Stuff...... Corking. ”

The soldiers stepped forward and knocked the thin Wenchen to the ground with a single punch.

The palace people looked at the scene in front of them in amazement.

The ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty were arrested without dignity at this moment like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered - the official robe was dragged and the sleeves were torn off, and Zhang Shouzhong was restrained and pressed to his knees.

He took a sip, and two teeth and blood fell to the ground.

Sun Beiji clenched his fists in some despair.

Zhang Shouzhong is not a person who does not know forbearance, but now it has reached the moment when there is no way to retreat - it is meaningless to forbearance, or in anger, he would rather die here.

Until he was silenced, Zhang Shouzhong's scolding did not stop.

Song Bozong glanced back at the other cabinet ministers behind him, "Who else?" ”

Everyone bowed their heads in promise.

Zhen looked at the scene in front of him and already understood what was happening.

A chaotic sound of footsteps approached, and the prince wearing a vicious ghost face was escorted by someone with his arms folded backwards, and Zhen's eyes were full of sparks, and she scolded in a low voice, "Let go!" ”

Song Bozong snorted, "This is not Prince Gong's Mansion, Princess. They won't listen to you. ”

As he spoke, Song Bozong walked to the prince with trembling steps.

"The prince conspired with the prince to kill the king, such a heinous crime...... Looking through the history books, I have never seen it for eternity. It's a pity that the old minister couldn't see through the painting skin in time——"

He slowly lifted the ghostly face of the son of the world who guarded the lamp.

Under the mask, a face he was familiar with appeared—but it was not Chen Yicong.

Song Bozong was shocked, and his mask fell to the ground, making a painless sound.

Suddenly, time seemed to freeze.

Everyone followed Song Bozong's gaze, and opposite him, the one wearing the crimson lamp-guarding robe specially tailored for the prince was none other than him...... It was the imperial psychologist who was personally promoted by Emperor Jianxi not long ago.

Burling.

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