Everyone present was stunned by this sudden scene, and the room was silent.

There was only the sobbing sound of Eighteen Niang, and the cry of Zhao Hengwawa.

Zhao Yi looked at his hands, and then at Wang Jiuniang in the arms of Eighteen Niang, his heart was full of resentment. This damn woman, who is dying, even designed him.

He has thousands of ways to abolish the East Palace to eliminate the prince's lineage.

But he chose the worst one, Wang Jiu tore off all the fig leafs, but he became angry and became the father-in-law who killed his daughter-in-law......

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, flicked his sleeves, threw the empty hilt of his sword, turned and left.

And Wang Guifei sat there with a disgraced face, looking at Wang Jiu's corpse.

In fact, the two of them look very similar. When Wang Jiu was young, she also hugged her, small and soft, which made her heart melt.

But now, her niece was forced to death by her.

The prince crawled over in despair, gently touched Wang Jiu's face with his hand, and called softly: "Jiu Niang, Jiu Niang...... Wake up, don't you care about me and Heng'er? ”

Eighteen Niang slapped his hand violently and knocked his hand off.

His hands and heart were so dirty. Wang Jiu Xijie must think he is too dirty. If he hadn't married him, Wang Jiu would have been fine and live carefree, blame him!

The prince lay beside Wang Jiu as if the valve had been opened, and began to cry......

Li Ziqi walked over, squatted beside Eighteen Niang, turned her head, and said seriously: "Eighteen Niang, you are sober." Wang Jiu has already left, so let her go in peace. Didn't you promise her to take care of Zhao Heng for her? ”

Yes, she promised to take care of Zhao Heng. She also wants to kill Qingxu and Zhao Yi.

"Banxia, change your little lady's shirt, she hates wearing blue clothes the most. You replace her quickly. ”

Banxia had red eyes and took over Wang Jiu in the arms of Eighteen Niang. The East Palace was filled with wailing.

At the end of October of the fourteenth year of Da Chu Chenghe. Zhao Yi abolished the position of the eldest son of the emperor and counted his three major crimes. First, for the sake of the son's unfilial piety, he tried to kill his father; second, for the sake of immorality, leading officials to openly engage in prostitution and form parties for personal gain; Third, he was disrespectful to the elder, did not love the younger brother, and murdered the heir of the emperor's disciple.

However, His Majesty was grateful for Li Tang's kindness, and specially named him the king of Mijun, and he was imprisoned for life, and he was not allowed to take half a step out of the palace in this life.

Then there is the guilty princess Wang, who is extravagant by nature, guilty of seven crimes, committed chaos, degraded to a pariah, and is not allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum.

That night, the prince was stuffed into the palace of the king of Mijun.

Eighteen Niang took Wang Jiu's coffin from the Mijun Palace, and carried her directly to Fuying Zen Temple.

The royal family doesn't have her place anymore, and the Wang family doesn't have her place anymore, but the world is so big, I'm afraid that I can't tolerate her as a Wang Jiu.

Banxia hugged Zhao Heng and stood at the door with red eyes. Eighteen Niang nodded at her, pointed to the two big-shouldered and round-waisted mothers-in-law behind her and said, "These two are the ones I am looking for who can do some fist and foot kung fu, and Heng'er can only be confined in this county palace." If anyone dares to insult him, you can only fight back. Now who else will care about this county palace, kill me, don't let him suffer a trace of grievances. ”

Banxia wiped her tears and knelt down, "Thank you for my little lady." Find a good place for my little lady to shine more sun, she is afraid of the cold. ”

Eighteen Niang red-eyed, turned her head to look at the new King of Mijun.

"Your life and throne were exchanged for Jiu Niang's life. What kind of man your father was, I don't need to say, you know it. If Wang Jiu hadn't come out like this, he would have cut you all down on the charge of rebellion. You look at Ah Heng carefully, if he dies, you must die. ”

King Mijun squirmed his lower lips and muttered, "It's me who I'm sorry for Jiu Niang." ”

Eighteen Niang's feet didn't pause, everyone was dead, and then I'm sorry, what's the use?

Because Wang Jiu was convicted, the people in Chang'an City did not dare to touch her.

It is because the entire Fuying Zen Temple is quiet, and the pilgrims who come and go are much less than usual.

Eighteen Niang knelt in front of the brazier, burning paper money for Wang Jiu, and there was only Xu Dou beside her. The Zen masters chanted the scriptures and knocked on the wooden fish.

After a while, a soft footstep sounded from behind him. A pair of cyan boots stayed in front of Eighteen Niang, the boots were embroidered with emerald bamboo, just one glance, Eighteen Niang knew that it was Wang Jiu's handwriting.

"Are you here to remove Jiuniang, or are you here to pick her up?" Eighteen Niang hooked the corners of her mouth mockingly.

Wang Liu sighed, put on a stick of incense, and sat down on his knees, burning paper money together.

"Today I am not the son of the Wang family, but the elder brother of Jiu Niang."

Eighteen Niang glanced at him, "Then you shouldn't sit here." You should go and seek justice for Jiu Niang. ”

Wang Liu's hand tightened, "Eighteen Niang, do you have to talk to me like this?" The crown prince has fallen, the second prince is the most promising, and the lintel of my Wang family is glorious. ”

Eighteen Niang burned a bunch of gold ingots, "That's really congratulations." In this way, your Wang family should be very happy, right? Is it a firecracker to celebrate Wang Jiu's death? ”

Wang Liulang sat on the ground and cried like a child.

Eighteen Niang didn't say anything at all, in the Wang clan, except for his parents and him, everyone else was smiling, eager to drink and celebrate, as if the person sitting high on the top was already surnamed Wang. His sister just died!

He said he would take her coffin back and hide it in Wang's cemetery. But what do they say: The daughter of a foreign marriage......

For the sake of the Wang family, he first gave up Eighteen Niang, and now he gave up his sister Wang Jiu...... But how can they be so cold? It's chilling.

Eighteen Niang was burning the paper, and Wang Liulang was holding her legs and crying. However, the monks who were reciting the scriptures above the mourning hall did not move, as if they had not seen anything.

It was Xu Dou, sitting aside, embarrassed.

Wang Liulang is the head of the four sons, and she is like an immortal in the sky, and she once secretly admired her, but at that time, compared with the eighteen mothers, she felt that she was inferior everywhere, so she stopped thinking about it. This man is like the bright moon in the sky, shining brightly.

But his cowardice in the East Palace shattered all her illusions and made her despise her.

If she was killed, Xu Wu would definitely fight hard and bite off a piece of that person's flesh.

But now seeing him crying like this, I can't help but sit still, and I can't help but sympathize with him.

Looking at Eighteen Niang again, it was clear that she had some inexplicable relationship with him before, but now she is sitting here indifferent. Xu Dou couldn't help but poke Eighteen Niang with his elbow, and pointed at Wang Liu with his mouth.

Eighteen Niang sighed. took a handkerchief and threw it on Wang Liu's head, "Wipe it." was made Jiu Niang go uneasy. ”

What she didn't notice was that behind her, there was a piece of green clothes, which flashed by and disappeared in an instant.