"Yes, that's it! I remember it clearly! He cried out.

Donglai only felt that his heart sank, and that kind of cold coldness seeped out from the bottom of his heart.

Believe in the king, and believe in the king!

How much courage does he have, how many places do he have for shields, and how many minions are hidden in the Qi Palace?

Donglai's hand gradually clenched, and the sheep's head pattern gradually folded in his palm, and then turned into a tight ball. He hurried out and stopped at the door of the chamber where the fake princess was being held, and through the wooden fence he stared at the woman within.

Finally, the woman's gaze met his.

"In addition to you, how many other minions did Nan Yinglin send into Beijing?" He asked in a low voice.

The woman's eyebrows furrowed, and she looked at him with an inexplicable look.

"Say!" Donglai roared.

The woman looked at him for a moment, then hung her head. She was playing with the loose hemp rope in her hand, as if it were not rough ramie, but a soft strand of hair. She was patiently weaving the wisps of ramie little by little, and finally turned them into a neat braid.

"Not anymore but me." She whispered.

Donglai was stunned for a moment, he thought that this woman would not speak. He then retorted: "Impossible, if there is no one else, who sent the hairpin?" ”

The woman stared eastward for a long time, and she let out a sneer: "If you were the king of faith, would you let your people know each other?" ”

"What do you mean?" Donglai frowned.

"It means that even if His Royal Highness the King of Faith sends someone else, he won't tell me." She looked sideways at Donglai: "Don't you even understand this?" If he let me know, you'll pry my mouth open at all costs. Only I really don't know that his people, including me, will be safe. ”

The confession of the hairpin family was quickly presented to the emperor's case, along with the words of the fake princess. Donglai stood in front of Nan Jingpei's desk with his hands down, and slowly said, and finally he said: "According to what the fake princess said, King Xin should still have a lot of minions in the capital. ”

Nan Jingpei read the confession indifferently, and suddenly said, "Didn't I already order the raid of the Xinwang Mansion?" ”

Donglai was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "The people in the trusted palace are all old and weak women and children, and they really haven't found any valuable clues." ”

Nan Jingpei snorted disapprovingly and said to him, "Of course I know. ”

Donglai didn't understand what he meant for a while, so he silently lowered his head.

Nan Jingpei glanced up at him: "So, Daqi has long since lost the person who believes in the king." ”

Donglai suddenly looked at the emperor and said in a loud voice: "Yes, it was the slave who lost his word." ”

Nan Jingpei twisted the confession and pondered for a long time: "What has Changxinhou been doing recently?" ”

Donglai opened his mouth, he remembered that he hadn't paid attention to Changxinhou for a long time, since the emperor ordered the Ji family to withdraw from the imperial court, he had never heard any news about Changxinhou, as if this person had disappeared from the world in an instant.

"Probably, probably for sightseeing and fishing?" Dong said.

"Huh." Nan Jingpei sneered, took out a copy from a stack of notebooks, and threw it in front of Donglai.

Donglai picked it up, pinched it in his hand, and squeezed out a sentence for a long time: "Your Majesty, this slave doesn't dare to look at it." ”

Nan Jingpei leaned on the backrest, closed his eyes and said, "He planted eighty-one evergreen trees around his mausoleum. ”

The construction of the mausoleum itself is not a big deal, but all the rich and powerful hope that they will be treated the same when they die as they did when they were alive. Therefore, it has always been a personal freedom to build one's own mausoleum.

This is understandable, but the Marquis of Changxin planted eighty-one evergreen trees around the mausoleum. Eighty-one is the book of ninety-nine returns, so this move was strongly dissatisfied by the imperial history. Because there are only 100 trees on the planning map of the imperial tomb of Nanjingpei, some imperial historians believe that Changxinhou's move is a vain attempt to compare with the emperor's specifications.

In normal times, the emperor would not say anything, but now the emperor is worried that he can't find the handle of Changxin Hou, and he is undoubtedly telling the truth by doing so.

Donglai quietly looked at Nan Jingpei, and after a long time, he asked, "What does the emperor mean?" ”

"You should understand what I mean." The emperor said a little lazily.

The emperor hated Nan Yinglin, but Changxin Hou was biased and connived at Nan Yinglin to escape the pursuit of the imperial court, and now Nan Yinglin's minions are making waves in the Qi Palace, even if Changxin Hou does not know, it is difficult to escape the blame.

Donglai responded: "The slave will send someone to reprimand the Marquis of Changxin." ”

The Marquis of Changxin was just living a leisurely life at home, as Dong said, when he suddenly heard that the emperor had sent someone to reprimand him, and he came back to his senses. He has always only asked about the mausoleum, just planting a few trees, but he never expected that someone would misinterpret it like this.

When asked by the eunuch, he found out how many trees had been planted in his mausoleum. Although he knew that the emperor could find fault with him, he didn't dare to attack, so he only ordered people to rush to work overnight to uproot all the eighty-one evergreen trees and replace them with a row of shrubs that were below his knees.

But it was not long before the incident, and soon he received a reprimand from the imperial court, holding his son accountable for galloping in the city.

When I called my son to ask, I realized that he was in a hurry to apportion the tree uprooting project, so he ran faster and ran into a pedestrian. But he had already compensated the injured for ten taels of silver, thinking that this matter should have passed, but he didn't want to be found out again and make a big fuss.

As a last resort, Marquis Changxin could only take his son into the palace in person to plead guilty.

Kneeling outside the Qixiang Gate with a sign, he knelt for three hours, and was not summoned by the emperor. When the sun was waning, a eunuch with a raw face came out and spread the word, saying that the emperor was too busy with government affairs and told them to go back immediately.

The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the face of the old man of Changxinhou, who twisted his beard indifferently, and suddenly sprouted some feelings of heroic twilight. Thinking back then, when the first emperor was there, how glorious his Ji family was, and the two sons of the first emperor were all of the Ji family's bloodline.

Now, the emperor with the blood of the Ji family is still firmly sitting on the throne, but he, the Marquis of Changxin, has lost power.

Perhaps, this should be his fate, from the beginning, he should not have supported Nan Yinglin, but he never thought of taking Nan Jingpei's life from beginning to end.

"Dad, let's go back."

When he came back to his senses, he saw his son standing beside him, and for a moment he was saddened, and he staggered on the flat gallop road.

Looking back at the Qixiang Gate, the majestic cornices of the weather fell a bronze bell, and the breeze blew and tinkled.

He walked back to the house step by step, and he stood at the door for a while, finally relieving his breath.

At this time, I heard a report from the servants at home: "My father-in-law from the east has brought someone here." ”

He had to walk quickly into the courtyard, Donglai was standing in the wide courtyard with his hands behind his back, and beside him were the guards in the palace and the Shaoqing of Dali Temple and the soldiers he brought.

He was a little stunned for a moment: "Father-in-law Donglai, who are you?" ”

Donglai turned around and slowly unfolded the Ming Huang Holy Decree: "Lord's edict, this Changxin Hou Ji clan, virtue continues, suspicion is in his heart, and he is a minister." colluded with the puppet emperor Nan Yinglin to rebel and rebel, and the emperor was merciful and allowed him to make meritorious contributions. Today, he does not repent, and connivs at the escape of the puppet emperor Nan Yinglin, which violates the emperor's grace. With the seizure of Ji's full door, all the documents and books were sealed, the gold and jade furnishings were all sealed, the family members were handed over to the Dali Temple, and the servants and servants were all sold by the officials. ”

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he had a feeling of waking up from a big dream. When I came back to my senses again, I saw the soldiers of Dali Temple beside Donglai rushing into the courtyards of Jifu.

Changxin Hou stood in the courtyard in a daze, and when he saw the soldiers coming in and out like flowing water, he sighed and slowly paced a few steps in the courtyard.

He felt a little stuffy in his chest, like a boulder blocking his heart, he couldn't go up, he couldn't get down, he took a few deep breaths, trying to alleviate some of the infarction, but to no avail.

Suddenly, he heard his son exclaim, "Dad, are you all right?" ”

He stroked his cheek, hot as a red-hot iron.

"For what, for what?" He muttered as he looked east.

Donglai also looked at him expressionlessly, and after a long time, he said faintly: "For the matter of the fake princess before, there is also the matter of Concubine Chen's miscarriage." ”

"What does this have to do with me?" He looked at Donglai in astonishment.

Donglai sneered: "These things are all from Nan Yinglin's planning, what does Master Hou have to do with you?" ”

"This matter has nothing to do with my father, father-in-law, I beg you, help my father intercede with the emperor, but my father is also the emperor's grandfather, and the emperor can't be so cold to the Ji family!" The young marquis looked at the east urgently.

"Young Marquis!" Donglai's face suddenly became fierce: "You have to be careful when you speak." ”

The young marquis suddenly stopped, and saw Donglai slowly walking to his side: "The emperor didn't treat the Ji family badly at the beginning of his accession to the throne, but didn't the Marquis of Changxin still collude with Nan Yinglin to murder the emperor?" All this is the Hou Ye's own doing, how can he blame the emperor for being cold? ”

Chang Xinhou held his heart with one hand and panted heavily.

"The emperor asked Hou Ye to make meritorious contributions, but Hou Ye was biased, causing Nan Yinglin to have another incident." Donglai* slowly paced around him: "If I were the Hou Ye, I would have put on a shackle and a lock a long time ago, and went to Qixiang Gate to take the blame." It's not that the emperor hasn't given Hou Ye a chance, it's that Hou Ye himself doesn't cherish it. ”

Chang Xinhou slowly raised his hand and pointed to the east, he seemed to have something to say, but he couldn't say a word. His body trembled slightly, and his gaze became dull and stiff.

Burst!

Beads of blood gushed out of his throat like a sunset. Blood spat on Donglai's face, and in an instant, half of his face was covered with blood. He then fell on his back, pointing his finger to the sky.

"Daddy! Daddy, what's wrong with you, Daddy! ”

His ears were filled with his son's frightened cries, but he didn't have the strength to answer.

He saw Donglai tilt his head slightly, wiping the blood from his cheeks, as if nothing had happened.