Jian Huaizhen's eyes were cold, and suddenly the powder in his hand was raised, and the soldiers around him were drowsy, as if they were drunk, and the sword in one of them couldn't take out the sword anymore, and fell to the ground with a bang, and then it was like an infection, the weapons fell to the ground, and those guards also fell down one after another.

Yingzong looked at Jian Huaizhen in amazement, and before he could react, a needle was inserted in his left shoulder, and half of his body couldn't move.

Now Jian Huaizhen's plain hand gently stroked a needle and said, "Your Majesty, it is easy to insert this needle into your throat." Jian Huaizhen's tired eyes flashed with a touch of sharpness.

"Stand down!" Yingzong raised his arm, and the guards who heard the sound also retreated, taking away the guards who had been knocked unconscious by the medicine.

"What do you want?" Yingzong said in a deep voice. Jian Huaizhen was slightly surprised in his heart, and Fang Cai Yingzong was slightly out of shape, but now he has regained his composure, and he has not lost his emperor's demeanor. The change of the civil fort is only said to be the laughing stock of the world, and Yingzong, the emperor, is closely related to the word stupid. At that time, because of Wang Zhen's slanderous words, Yingzong drove the expedition in person, but in the end he was defeated.

It's just that many years later, Yingzong has a little more calm, he can return from the calamity, and even re-ascend to the Ninety-Five Honor, he does have his ability. Jian Huaizhen suddenly felt a little joy in her heart, even if she was now an enemy of Yingzong, she was also looking forward to the emperor on this dragon throne was not a mediocre talent. In her life, because of the blood relationship, she has been connected with the entire Ming Dynasty by blood.

Calming down, Yingzong's face was as calm as water.

"My request is just to ask the emperor to be too modest, and it will never change."

Yingzong's face changed several times, his eyes changed unpredictably, and he said coldly: "What do you know-" There was a lot of helplessness in his voice, as if he killed Yu Qian, and it was not just jealousy. He couldn't help but be a little disappointed in his heart, and the mysterious imperial aunt in his mind seemed to be nothing more than a reckless person. She only thought that Yu Qian was a clean official, so she did everything possible to save Yu Qian. But he didn't want Yu Qian to serve Emperor Jingtai, and Shi Heng, Cao Jixiang, and Xu Youzhen, the ministers who supported him, held a grudge against Qian in every way, and wanted to kill Yu Qian.

In the court, in addition to a few loyal people, Yu Qian's general trend has gone, if you want to protect Yu Qian, you have to exonerate yourself and support your own heroes, so that these few tiger and wolf people may not be able to stand up and guard themselves, the Ming Dynasty has just been stable The situation is gone.

Although he is the emperor, he may not be able to do what he wants, and he is a little jealous of humility, but if he can, why should he become a sinner in the world and go against the will of the people?

"The emperor wants to kill Yu Qian, because he has some considerations. It's just that forbearance and waiting for the situation may not be the right way. And the tiger and wolf wanted to get rid of the thorn in their eyes, but they just wanted to be unscrupulous and have less scruples in the future. killed a Yu Qian today, and he may not have an iron-clad man to stand up in the future. Jian Huaizhen saw that Yingzong's mood had calmed down, so he put the golden needle in his sleeve.

When Yingzong heard this, he couldn't help but look at Jian Huaizhen, and happened to see a pair of cold eyes.

"Is this move of the imperial aunt for Da Ming, or for Yu Qian?"

"Not only for Daming, but also for Yu Qian." Jian Huaizhen was calm, the wind did not move, the water did not shake, and he stood in the imperial study so quietly. She secretly thought in her heart: When Emperor Yingzong was poisoned, there was no cowardice on his face, and he was not the one who was easy to control.

Take a closer look, between Yingzong's temples, there is a slight snow, and it looks quite vicissitudes.

"Aunt Huang, please please." Yingzong turned around, he neither promised to play back Taiqian, but also did not send the palace guards to arrest Jian Huaizhen. What he did, Jian Huaizhen was elusive, but he asked again, but he lost his momentum in vain, and he showed his urgency. Since Yingzong was poisoned, he naturally would not commit suicide. Jian Huaizhen had no choice but to leave, and along the way, there was really no hindrance, it seemed that Yingzong's mind was a little difficult to guess.

When he returned to Huaiming Garden, Jian Huaizhen would tell everyone about all the experiences in the palace.

Lan Jing couldn't help but curl her mouth: "This emperor wants to kill the adult, what a faint monarch." ”

Jian Huaizhen couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle in his heart, Jiang Shaoheng said: "Today's saint has experienced many tribulations, and he is not a mediocre emperor. ”

"You talk to her again." Lan Jing's finger was pointing at Jian Huaizhen.

Jiang Shaoheng's eyes showed slight curiosity, Lan Jing's logic has always been strange. Lan Jing curled her lips: "That emperor is her nephew, so you help him speak." She secretly glanced at Jiang Shaoheng, Jiang Shaoheng didn't notice him at all, his face was as calm as usual, but Jiang Shaoheng's gaze occasionally swept lightly over Jian Huaizhen, as if he had swept it inadvertently, but it was clearly seen by Lan Jing.

Looking at Jiang Shaoheng, Lan Jing was completely stunned, Jiang Shaoheng in front of him was calm, and a gust of wind blew past, making his hair scattered on the placket of his clothes, constantly rolling, and there seemed to be a faint brilliance on his face.

She was so infatuated, all in Shangguan Fengming's eyes, and naturally understood why she said such a thing, but this made Shangguan Mingfeng feel contempt. Shangguan Mingfeng raised his eyebrows and whispered: "This woman is so good that she doesn't know how important it is." ”

On the contrary, Jian Huaizhen felt that Lan Jingyu smiled innocently, still like when she was a teenager, which was really rare. Bai Qingqing's eyes were still full of sorrow, and Nangong Jiuzhong comforted him with soft words: "No matter what the emperor is, he will not want his life, it will be fine, Miss Qingqing, you can rest assured." ”

Jian Huaizhen held her hand and said Ningding: "Believe me, Yu Qian will be fine." Bai Qingqing looked at her in a daze, and his eyes slowly revealed a hint of relief.

Sleepless all night, Jiang Shaoheng looked at Jian Huaizhen, his eyes were slightly distressed: "Huaizhen, you go sleep for a while"

Lan Jing rolled her eyes and said, "Why don't I arrange the house." Before Jiang Shaoheng could speak, Lan Jing pulled Jian Huaizhen away.

She led Jian Huaizhen, opened a door, covered her mouth and snickered, "Look here, do you like it?" ”

Today, Lan Jing wore a skirt made of lake blue silk, with the owner's movements, the skirt shook and shook, and the two straps at the back of the waist kept fluttering, which looked particularly playful. Although her face is not beautiful, she does have a cute side.

The walls of this room were snow-white, and there were no superfluous furnishings, but a lot of miscellaneous items were piled up, and the bed was just a thin quilt on the wooden board, which was hard. This is not a guest room, but a place to put miscellaneous items in Huaiming Garden.

Lan Jing waited for Jian Huaizhen to lose his temper, but Jian Huaizhen didn't care, so he only walked to the side of the bed, sat cross-legged and played, his eyes were gently closed, and there was no expression on his face. Fortunately, although it is a place to pile up sundries, it is very clean, and the room is not stained, and there is no dust at all.

Lan Jing couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration in her heart when she saw her like this, her eyes rolled, and she had another idea, and said, "You're hungry, and let me prepare something for you to eat." Jian Huaizhen heard her take the initiative to mention it, but it was a little strange, and he just nodded lightly.

Waiting for Lan Jing to bring the food, Jian Huaizhen couldn't help but smile dumbly, the morning that Lan Jing brought was just two hard steamed buns, plus a bowl of water, it was really rude.

"Jian Huaizhen, you are pampered, and you are the princess of the Ming Dynasty, you must not be used to eating these things."

"When there was a famine in Fengyang Mansion, it was common for Yi Zi to eat, and my Ming soldiers were fighting in front, and eating a white-flour steamed bun was even more extravagant. Now I have steamed buns and clear fruit belly, which is already very good. Jian Huaizhen said, picked up a steamed bun, and took a bite.

Lan Jing was even more angry, only feeling that Jian Huaizhen was really good at pretending, and deliberately went against herself.

"Miss-" At this time, Shangguan Mingfeng walked into the room, his face changed, and he suddenly said angrily: "Lan Jing, what do you mean by this?" ”

Seeing that what she did was broken by others, Lan Jing's face changed, and then said: "I arranged a room for her to live in, and sent her breakfast, a kind heart, so what's the matter?" ”

"Is this a place for people to live? You take steamed buns and water and give them to the young lady to eat, it's really hateful. Shangguan Mingfeng's eyebrows were like knives, and he said fiercely.

"What's this, is what she said, when there was a famine in Fengyang Mansion, it was common for Yi Zi to eat, and my Ming soldiers were fighting in front, and eating a white-flour steamed bun was even more extravagant. Now I add water to her steamed buns, so what's the matter? Lan Jing simply brought Jian Huaizhen's words to say, and Jian Huaizhen couldn't help but shake his head when he heard it.

Shangguan Mingfeng became more and more angry: "Hugh has to wrap his tongue." She drew her sword, and the sword light was so powerful that it turned out to be a fatal move. Jian Huaizhen's face changed slightly, only to see Lan Jing dodge a few times, and saw that the sword in Shangguan Mingfeng's hand was about to be inserted into Lan Jing's throat. At this moment, a white shadow flashed in front of Shangguan Mingfeng's eyes, and Jian Huaizhen reached out and pressed her palm.

"That's it, don't worry about it."