"Your Majesty, you want to kill me?" The Queen Mother naturally saw the killing intent in the other party's eyes, and smiled lightly, "Although we are not biological mothers and sons, don't forget, if it wasn't for the Mourning family to cooperate with you back then, you would have been able to ascend to the throne?" ”

"What's more, for so many years, the mourning family has lived in seclusion, and has never threatened you with this matter, and I summoned you today just to remind you that there are many ministers in the court who are dissatisfied with you and Concubine Zhen."

"You don't want to get the throne so hard, for the sake of a woman, you were forced to give up the throne to the crown prince by the ministers of the court."

"There are so many beauties in the world, why should you love Concubine Zhen alone, not to mention that Concubine Zhen was burned by the fire, if the emperor insists on going down, Concubine Zhen will die sooner or later, Your Majesty, do you understand the meaning of mourning?"

"What does the Queen Mother mean, the fire in Xingle Palace is man-made?" Qin Lingsheng frowned, pursed the corners of his mouth and said, "Someone wants to kill Zhen'er?" ”

"The emperor already has the answer in his heart, and the mourning family will no longer fill in the troubles, and the selection of concubines in half a year will be carried out as usual?" The Queen Mother asked softly.

"Yes." Qin Lingsheng nodded and said, "I'll leave this matter to the queen." ”

When the Queen Mother heard Qin Lingsheng's decision, an imperceptible smile rose at the corner of her mouth.

The three little paper figures crawled out of the crack in the door again, and once again flew in the wind and went to the Xingle Palace.

To be precise, it was another residence that Qin Lingsheng found for Han Zhen'er.

Quietly entering the temple door, the three little paper figures saw seven or eight corpses of palace maids on the ground, each corpse with wrinkled faces and white hair, obviously sucked out of youth by Han Zhen'er.

Han Zhen'er stood barefoot in the middle of the corpse, and the glass light shone through the tulle skirt on her body, reflecting Miaoman's body.

The candle flame slowly dimmed, and the room was eerie.

The black liquid came out of the snow-white wall, and the liquid did not drip downward, spreading like a snake in all directions, and at the most taboo almost occupied the entire wall.

Han Zhen'er looked at the scene in front of her, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, and her beautiful eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation.

The dark green roots emerged from the black liquid, the thickness of a man's thigh, the thickness of a little finger, and a huge black bulge in the center, beating like a heart.

"Master Guoshi, his subordinates are incompetent." Han Zhen'er knelt down on one knee and said, "I wanted to use the bizarre case created by the pseudo-corpse monster to kill Ye Junchen in the name of it, but who knew that the case was solved by Dali Temple." ”

"I have sent someone to Jiang Xiaotian to entangle the black dragon, the old immortal refused to give up, and did not become a poisonous puppet, the spies reported that the poison on Jiang Xiaotian's body has been cleaned up."

"Master Guoshi, the poison of the black dragon's heart was given to me by you, there is no such poison in the mortal world, it is impossible to be easily detoxified, there must be someone behind the scenes who is against us." Han Zhen'er said this, her right hand caressing the burn on her left arm, and said viciously, "There is also the fire before, it is obvious that someone has used the technique of predicament." ”

Although the injury has recovered seventy or eighty percent, when I think of the burning all over my body at that time, I can't wait to catch that person out, drink his blood and eat his flesh!

The huge black bulge continued to shrink, and the roots of the tree that were clinging to the wall moved away from the wall little by little, like the tentacles of an octopus moving in the direction of Han Zhen'er.

Han Zhen'er saw that the roots of the tree were approaching her little by little, her breathing suddenly stagnated, her whole body trembled slightly, and her whole body was rolled up by the roots of the tree, suspended in the air.