On the second day of the lunar month, early in the morning.

After Ji Qingge had breakfast with Emperor Jinxuan, he returned to the dresser in the bedroom and tidied up his bun in front of the bronze mirror. I saw Di Jinxuan take off the butterfly jade hairpin on her head, hold it in her hand and ask:

"If you rub it off, believe it or not, I'll take this jade hairpin and give it away?"

"Oh, husband."

Ji Qingge smiled playfully, snatched the butterfly jade hairpin in Di Jinxuan's hand, and said jokingly: "If you want someone to send, I will also burn high incense for you."

But the crux of the matter is that you don't have any woman to give to you, the 'Living Hades'. ”

"If you are so sure, the king will disappoint you."

Di Jinxuan reached out and took away the butterfly jade hairpin in Ji Qing's singer, and carefully inserted it on the cloud bun for her. After she applied the lip grease, he dragged her into his arms and tasted her lip grease strongly.

Ji Qingge complained bitterly, "Husband, if you do this again, I won't go back to the General's Mansion with you to pay New Year's greetings." ”

"Then you show this king a place to go, if you don't go to the General's Mansion to pay New Year's greetings, where else can you go?"

When he spoke, Di Jinxuan had already snatched the lipstick box from Ji Qing's singer. Facing her, carefully apply lip grease to her.

"Demon girl, you see that your husband has painted at least five or six times for you, ruined woman."

Ji Qingge hurriedly covered his face with his sleeves, and there was a trace of unwillingness in his narrow and beautiful eyes. Coquettishly said: "There is no proper bewitching goods, and they open their eyes to tell nonsense."

If you don't always eat my lip grease, can I apply it again and spoil the lip grease? ”

After that, Ji Qingge took out a new box of lip balm aggrievedly and handed it to Di Jinxuan with both hands. Said: "Take it, you eat it first."

After the concubine earns money in Yancheng, she will buy you a good lip balm with ten boxes and eight boxes. ”

"What about the city?"

Di Jinxuan's eyes sank slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he still truthfully said what his father said when he summoned him to the Dayue Palace.

"Qingge, Yu Keqing was strangled to death by King Yan on the day of the New Year. You know that. ”

After speaking, Di Jinxuan raised his eyes to look at Ji Qingge and said softly: "After Yan Feng left, Bai Yuqian came over to tell him." It was said that King Yan ordered Sikong Youlian to take the forbidden army and raid Taiwei Yu's mansion. ”

"The first day of the first month......

In the first month of the New Year, why bother to treat a powerful minister like this? Or is it Yu Taiwei, the powerful minister of Yu Yan Wang's grace?

Ji Qingge's eyes showed a touch of pity, and he couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "King Yan is ruthless, but you are righteous." He can be so cruel to his gracious old ministers, and when he ascends the throne in the future, how can he expect him to treat you well? ”

At the beginning, the emperor promoted Taiwei Yu, but it was only to cultivate a powerful minister in the court to contain the power of the empress's elder brother.

Later, the emperor finally got his wish.

The so-called "rabbit dead dog cooks, birds hide all bows". She still understands this truth.

"He is a brother, and I am a brother. When he ascends the throne, he will be the king, and I will be the minister. "Whether it is from the point of view of the relationship between brothers, or from the point of view of the etiquette of the king's courtiers, he cannot be as cruel as his brother treats him.

A hint of gloom flashed in Di Jinxuan's deep eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Can I not compete with King Yan for the position of prince, and not forcibly keep the tiger talisman as the capital that he can compete with King Yan in the future."

But when I met my father in Dayue Palace, he actually proposed it to me...... It is necessary to set up Concubine Pang as the queen. ”

A hint of gloom flashed in Ji Qingge's narrow phoenix eyes, and he said coldly: "It's really Longwangshu, their two fathers and sons are all one virtue."

Husband, how are you going to do that? ”

In order to establish Yan Xiyun as the queen, King Yan did not hesitate to strangle Yu Keqing, who had a seven-year marriage relationship with him. also chose to die in the bedroom of King Yan in the early morning of the New Year.

As a result, after Yu Keqing's death, he was also discussed by the palace maids and eunuchs in Chengxiang Palace, and even Cuiwei Palace.

When Ji Qingge went to give Concubine Pang a needle, he also heard the palace maids of Cuiwei Hall discuss. It's really pitiful to say that Yu Keqing, who has been the princess of Yan for so many years. But it was only after Yan Xiyun entered the palace that she became married to King Yan.

It is said that Yu Keqing's twenty-three-year-old Princess Yan tried to make up for her seven years of regret and asked King Yan to make up for her. So much so that he demanded excessively, and did not tire the sturdy Yan Wang, but made Yu Keqing very happy and sad.

A palace maid who had seen Yu Keqing's body said:

"She's dressed up so brightly and beautifully. On the neck and face, there are traces left by King Yan and her pleasure everywhere. "Even on the plain futon, a small blood-red flower bloomed.

"It's all like that, Princess Yan is still not satisfied, and she can't turn a blind eye."

A palace maid about twenty years old smiled and said.

It can be seen that His Royal Highness King Yan has not let Princess Yan sleep in bed all these years, and he is considerate of her. Otherwise, she was afraid that she would not live to be seventeen years old. ”

"You can't say that, you see that the Yan family's side concubine has been with His Royal Highness King Yan for so many years. Aren't you living a good life? ”

The concubine of the Yan family mentioned in the mouth of the palace maid is not Yan Miaowu, who died unjustly, but Yan Xiyun, who is about to be made the crown princess.

On the thirtieth day of the lunar month, Emperor Jinchen released the news: he wanted to charter the Jinghu Yiyuan Restaurant outside the palace, as well as all the painting boats at Jinghu, for his concubine Yan Xiyun to watch the fireworks of the prosperous era.

As a result, Yu Ketian led the people of Taiwei's Mansion to a hidden location by Jinghu Lake to prepare for the assassination of Yan Xiyun.

Who knew that Emperor Jinchen and Yan Xiyun did not go to Jinghu at all, and when Yu Ketian assassinated the female spy who pretended to be Yan Xiyun, the group of Taiwei Mansion strayed into the cage.

The personal guards who have followed Yu Ketian for many years have been dealing with the forbidden army in a hurry. It's just that the guard is not Sikong Youpiao's opponent at all, and before he can pass three moves, he died tragically under Sikong Youpian's sword.

Yu Ketian saw that his personal guard, who had been with him for many years, was killed, and he couldn't help but look at Sikong Youpian with a cold gaze. Leng Leng Dao:

"My day is your tomorrow."

Sikong Youlian stood under the ancient tree by the Jinghu Lake, and the cold wind swept over his cold, arrogant face. The light of countless lanterns illuminated the sand on his head with great coldness.

The dazzling light pierced Yu Ketian's pair of bloodthirsty and cold starry eyes.

When, when will they, who are also descendants of the gate valve family, come to this day? Will he go from a brother who talks about everything to a strong enemy with swords?

Those who fought together in the bloody battles on the battlefield in the northern frontier in the past, at this moment, were they really blown away by the wind?

Yu Ketian looked up to the sky and laughed, holding the sword that had followed him for many years and killed several enemy generals in Beitan. A cold sword light slashed in mid-air, stabbing at the throat of Sikong Youlian, who was wearing armor.

"Bell!"

A sneer flashed in Sikong Youpity's narrow peach blossom eyes. In an instant, calm was restored. The cold aura emanating from his body was even better than the cold light emitted by the sword in his hand.

I saw that the eyes of my former friends did not reveal the slightest reluctance. Yu Ketian twisted strongly, trying to block Sikong You's sharp sword.

But after several efforts, he still failed.

The martial arts of this friend in front of him, he finally saw it, but it was too late. Yu Ketian curled the corners of his lips fiercely, and asked in a cold voice:

"Didn't you learn martial arts from Princess Lin Yue? How can you still use tricks other than Ponzi swordsmanship? ”

"Want to know?"

Sikong Youlian suddenly withdrew his sword, and with his left hand, he released the flying knife he had prepared in advance, and shot it at Yu Ketian's throat. Then he sneered twice and said:

"Go and ask Lord Yama."