This border war is actually related to Zhao Yushi who is in Kyoto City.

The reason why the border tribe and its desert wolf tribe are so sworn to attack the court and disturb the border pass is because they have a military layout map in their hands.

This map was collected by Zhao Yushi who had been lurking in Kyoto City for decades, and Zhao Yushi took advantage of the unstable foundation of the new emperor's ascension to the throne and the fact that the court was not yet stable, looking for an opportunity to complete the military layout that had not been depicted in the past.

A few months ago, he sent the secret stake of Kyoto Castle to the king of the border tribe.

In order to show loyalty, Zhao Yushi actually wrote down the actions of Kyoto City over the years in the blank space of the cloth scroll.

If there is no such invitation to merit, I am afraid that it is difficult to determine only this scroll and it is Zhao Yushi's doing.

Everyone sighed that they didn't know if Zhao Yushi was a shrewd person, or a stupid and bold man who was not afraid of death.

Zhao Chen'er's eyes were sad, and she couldn't believe that she was sad:

"Holy Lord, the Zhao clan has been wronged... It must be that Emperor Jing's concubine and Concubine Jing were embarrassed to frame the Zhao family. ”

Zhao Chen'er's struggle was in vain, if there was no official seal and private seal of Zhao Yushi on the cloth scroll, maybe she could still defend herself.

Luo Bingjing glanced at Sima Jun, Sima Jun's eyes did not leave Hou Hongwen for a moment, she saw the true love in Sima Jun's eyes, maybe only Sima Jun in this deep palace was sincere to Hou Hongwen.

Luo Bingjing returned to Chaohua Palace, and Zhao Chen'er was also a fierce and dead man.

resolutely bit his tongue and committed suicide and died in front of the door of the imperial study.

When she was dying, she didn't forget to look at her unwillingly, maybe in Zhao Chen'er's heart, she still believed that she killed the Zhao family.

Zhao Chen'er didn't believe that Zhao Yushi colluded with foreign clans until her death, and all the blame was just fabricated by her and Sima Jun.

The tragedy of the destruction of the Zhao clan was announced to the world, and it was originally Zhao Yushi who was a member of the border herding tribe, and twenty years ago he lurked in Kyoto City as a person from Yuanzhou to gain fame.

A few months ago, he colluded with the border herdsmen tribe to rebel against the court, and was convicted of the nine tribes.

The dust settled on the case of the Zhao family, and King Zhongyi led an army of 400,000 troops to the border pass.

Today is the day when the emperor sends the army, but Luo Bingjing can't afford to be sick, and she has been hot and confused since she was in.

The concubines and concubines went out of the palace with the saint to see off the soldiers, but Luo Bingjing was the only one lying unconscious in the deep palace.

"... Mother..."

Luo Bingjing's ears sounded like a kitten-like shout, not like Yunqing or Shizhu, who was talking in her ear.

"... Slave Lianzhi, Niang Niang Slave Slave Please wake up quickly, my mother and mother... She's dying..."

Yun Qing and Shi Zhu were also wiping tears on the side.

Lian Zhi's eyes were red and swollen, and he knelt on the side of the bed, looking at Luo Bingjing with hope in his eyes.

Yun Qing stepped forward and called out with Lian Zhi:

"Master, wake up, Emperor Yan's concubine is approaching..."

Luo Bingjing's heart trembled, and she struggled to open her heavy eyes, looking at Lian Zhi and Yun Qing with difficulty.

The voice was astringent:

"What's wrong with Sister Yan?"

Yun Qing and Shi Zhu immediately stepped forward, tears rolling down.

Lian Zhi knelt forward and kowtowed to Luo Bingjing:

"The slave maid visited the mother, and the slave and the maid came to invite the mother to visit my mother in front of the Qianling Palace... It's really embarrassing for the mother... But the slave couldn't bear to watch her master die with regret. ”

Lian Zhiyan cried with his vocal cords, and the words were intermittent, and Luo Bingjing's still confused head instantly became clear.

With his eyes wide open, he struggled to sit up straight, looked at Lian Zhi and said:

"What happened to Sister Yan? Sister Yan has been doing well, why would she be... Why would it be..."

Luo Bingjing didn't know why, after all, she couldn't say a dead word, and her eyes were blurry.

Lian Zhi only knew how to kowtow, Yun Qing couldn't stand it, and stepped forward to explain:

"Emperor Yan took the poison, and the doctors in the Tai Hospital were helpless, so they had to exhaust their life and die slowly."

"Poisoning? Why did Sister Yan take poison? ”

Sister Yan is in the harem, she has never fought for or won Hou Hongwen's favor, and she has no grievances with the concubines, why does Sister Yan take poison?

Compassion flashed in Yun Qing's eyes, and he said carefully.

When Luo Bingjing heard this, her whole body collapsed on the bed, and a line of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Sister Yan threw the eldest prince Hou Qiyou to death, and the saint was furious and sent Sister Yan into the cold palace, and Lord Yan's mansion was implicated by it, and Lord Yan ruthlessly broke off his blood relationship with Sister Yan.

Sister Yan didn't know why she couldn't argue and took poison in the cold palace.

Luo Bingjing struggled to get up from the bed and said:

"Hurry up and be soft, this palace is going to the cold palace."

Yun Qing and Shi Zhu did not stop the master because of the weakness of his body this time, but immediately ordered to go down and support Luo Bingjing towards the outer hall.

When Luo Bingjing walked to the palace gate, her body trembled and she shivered.

At this time, the soft sedan chair was carried outside the palace gate, and Luo Bingjing hurriedly got on the soft sedan chair.

When she arrived at the cold palace, Luo Bingjing's eyes couldn't help but be warm.

The palace was in ruins, devastated and porous, with its doors wide open, the smell of mold everywhere, and the desolate scenery overgrown with weeds.

From time to time, you can still hear ghosts crying wolves, and the concubines who have gone crazy are imprisoned on one side of the palace.

Lian Zhi led Luo Bingjing towards the inner hall, and there was only one grandmother who took care of the cold palace, I was afraid that because of Sister Yan's short life, even the people who were guarding it did not need to be used.

Mama was very disdainful when she saw Lian Zhi, and when she saw Luo Bingjing behind Lian Zhi, an old face smiled into a chrysanthemum, and stepped forward and said:

"The old slave visits the imperial concubine."

Luo Bingjing was so anxious that she just wanted to see Sister Yan earlier, so she didn't pay attention to this grandma.

As everyone knows, the smiling grandmother has a hideous look on her face.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

"Master..."

There was a muffled cough in the inner hall, and Lianzhi's voice panicked, lifted the hem of his clothes and hurriedly trotted away.

Luo Bingjing was supported by Yun Qing and Shi Zhu, and she also quickened her pace and headed towards the inner hall.

As soon as he stepped into the temple gate, a filthy breath rushed towards him, and it was very pungent.

The hall was in a mess and dilapidated everywhere, and from time to time you could see rats swaggering through the hall.

Luo Bingjing's body was still very weak, and she was nauseated when she first smelled this smell, and she must have been even more unbearable for Sister Yan.

When Luo Bingjing saw Yan Xiang lying on the bed, the corners of her eyes moistened.

Is this still Sister Yan? The face is dark blue, the corners of the mouth are purple, and the eyes are half-open.

I don't know what year the bed under me is, and I can't see the true appearance for a long time, only a few wooden planks are built.

Sister Yan's body was covered with a colorless futon, and Luo Bingjing could even smell the musty smell emanating from the futon.

However, in just two days, Sister Yan has become like this, and there must have been a crazy concubine living in this hall before.

"Sister Yan..."

Yan Xiang's eyes flashed and she couldn't really see that she was coming, but when she heard Luo Bingjing's shout, she burst into tears immediately.

tremblingly, he raised his arm and leaned in the direction where Luo Bingjing was.

A whimpering voice: "Jing'er..."

Luo Bingjing broke away from Yun Qing and Shi Zhu and grabbed Yan Xiang's outstretched arm.

Grasp Yan Xiang's emaciated wrist.