The snow was a bit heavy, mixed with raindrops, and it was falling down.

The wind was more intense, and the grass and trees shook wildly.

The originally bright sky seemed to turn into a thick cloud of ink, flowing and changing colors.

Jiang seemed to push open the window, let the wind blow in, raised the snow fox fur cloak he was on, and looked at the black sky and the rain and snow.

At this time in her previous life, she was already far away in southern Xinjiang, and only after experiencing it herself did she know that the winter solstice in the nineteenth year of Jingming was actually such a weather.

It is not surprising that the wind and snow are heavy, but the strange thing is that this sky is as dark as night, and it is no wonder that so many things happen in the palace on Cuiluo Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing.

Slight footsteps approached.

"Master, it's windy by the window, beware of catching a cold." Aman reached out and closed the window, shutting the wind out.

Jiang seemed to turn around and walked towards the table.

Ah Qiao immediately handed over the hot tea that had been prepared a long time ago.

Jiang seemed to take it, warming his hand that was cooled by the wind.

"Master, are you worried about the prince?" A man asked bluntly.

Jiang seemed to be holding hot tea and didn't speak.

Ah Man hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, the prince can't freeze, I see that the place where the prince lives is complete, and he also burned the earth dragon." ”

"Well, when the snow stops, let someone send some mutton soup to the prince." Jiang seemed to take a sip of hot tea and put his hand on his lower abdomen.

The fetus is less than three months old, and her lower abdomen is still very flat, but she can already really feel the existence of that little life.

Jiang seemed to occasionally think that this child seemed to have come too early.

The storm of the Great Zhou Dynasty has just started, and those blood and cruelty are still hidden under the veil of warmth and happiness, and it will become more and more difficult after that.

At least in the past three or four years, people in the whirlpool of the royal family should not think about living a stable life.

When I think about it like this, I feel very sorry for this child.

Although Jiang didn't seem to speak, Ah Qiao and Ah Man still felt the heavy mood of their master.

The two looked at each other.

"Oh, does the little master miss his father?" Ah Man leaned over and deliberately coaxed Jiang as if he was happy.

Jiang seemed to retract his thoughts and smiled.

The maid guarding the door reported: "Cousin Dou is here." ”

"Please come in."

The thick cotton curtain was lifted, and Dou Shuwan, who was dressed plainly, walked in.

"How does the princess feel today, is she still disgusting?" Dou Shuwan walked over with a smile, holding a small basket in her hand.

Seeing Dou Shuwan, Jiang seemed to smile at the corner of his mouth, and greeted: "It's windy and snowing outside, why did my cousin come over at this time?" ”

has lived in the palace for more than two months, and the two have lost the initial unfamiliarity and temptation, and they are already very familiar.

In terms of getting along with others, Jiang doesn't seem to have much thought, and adheres to the attitude of drinking a thousand cups of wine and confidants, and not speculating for more than half a sentence.

If you don't fall in love, don't waste time and perfunctory.

Dou Shuwan is steady and measured, but also smart, and she is quite comfortable with her.

"It's better to stay alone in the house than to come to the princess to chat and work." Dou Shuwan took out needles and threads from the small basket and began to embroider the uppers.

There was already a finished tiger head shoe in the small basket.

Jiang seemed to pick up the tiger head shoe, only to feel extremely cute, and praised: "My cousin is very good." But it's dark outside today, and the light is not good, so let's talk to me, and hurt my eyes carefully. ”

Ah Qiao's eyebrows and eyes were flexible, and when he heard the words, he lit a few more lights.

The room was lit up.

"Get used to it, don't get in the way." Dou Shuwan's subordinates didn't stop, and Jiang didn't seem to say a word, and his expression was quiet.

Jiang seemed to be soothed in such a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere.

The dark clouds that obscured the sky seemed to be slowly moving from the city to the outskirts of the city, and the sky on Cuiluo Mountain was darker than in the city.

When the palace was staggering, it suddenly fell into darkness.

The screams of the dancing girls, the clashing of cups, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground all intertwined in the sudden inability to see, causing panic to the people in the darkness.

The imperial guards standing in the corner stepped forward silently and surrounded Emperor Jingming in the middle.

Even if they fall into darkness, these one-in-a-million guards can instantly make an instinctive reaction to protect the emperor.

As for the others, of course, they are asking for their own blessings.

"Hurry up and hold the lamp!" I don't know who shouted.

It was originally daylight, and there were large windows one after another in the hall, and there was no lamp originally.

There was a stumbling and staggering, and finally a light came on.

Everyone could barely see each other's faces.

Among them, Zhen Shicheng's face was solemn, as if he had a premonition.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Countless voices of concern rang out, masking other movements.

One by one, the lights were lit up, and the hall was lit up again.

Emperor Jingming sat in the same place and waved his hand: "Don't worry, Zhuqing, I'm fine." ”

The ministers looked relieved.

If something happens to the emperor, then the sky of the Great Zhou Dynasty will really change, and they will die a hundred times.

It's good that the emperor has nothing to do, and it's good to have nothing to do.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, an exclamation rang out.

Emperor Jingming frowned and looked over.

King Kangjun pointed to the ground with a panicked expression, and his voice trembled: "An, King Anjun-"

Only then did everyone notice that there was a person lying on the ground not far from King Kangjun, and when they got closer, they could see that it was King Anjun.

At this time, King Anjun was lying motionless on the ground, a blood hole in his heart, and the blood slowly spread outward from under his body, drowning a dagger that fell on his side.

The crowd couldn't help but be in an uproar.

Emperor Jingming was sitting in the distance, his vision was blocked by everyone, and he couldn't see anything, so he asked urgently, "What happened?" ”

The ministers stepped out of the way, revealing what was going on inside.

At this moment, the sky that had suddenly darkened outside was lit up again, and although the wind and snow were still blowing, the light inside the hall was bright.

Emperor Jingming's eyes were good, and after just one glance, he stood up and asked in a loud voice, "What's wrong with King Anjun?" ”

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he shouted again: "Zhen Shicheng—"

Zhen Shicheng walked out of the crowd, walked quickly to King Anjun and leaned down, straightened up after a while, and said to Emperor Jingming: "Back to the emperor, King Anjun is already dead." ”

The corners of the ministers' mouths twitched when they heard this.

Zhen Shicheng's description is too awkward, what does it mean to be dead? Can't you just use a euphemism?

Zhen Shichengcai ignored what others thought, and added: "If you have a knife in your heart, you will be killed instantly." Wechen checked the direction in which the dagger was pierced, and it was not suicide. ”

The ministers silently rolled their eyes.

King Anjun is living a good life, why commit suicide.

Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard.

Not preconceived judgment is a must have the ability of investigators, these people know a fart.

"Zhen Aiqing, you go on." Emperor Jingming regained his composure slightly, didn't look at others, and only chased after Zhen Shicheng to ask.

Anyone can talk about sycophants, and when it comes to solving cases, he only believes in Zhen Shicheng.

Zhen Shicheng could naturally feel this trust, and he suppressed his heart and said: "The murderer should be the hand that moved when the hall suddenly went dark just now." ”