Chapter 510, the Codex of the Yuan Dynasty

"Cheng Concubine, I'm afraid I'm going to die."

"What?!" Is the Cheng Concubine Niu Hulu going to hang? Ying Yue was stunned for three seconds, "She was young, and she didn't hear of any serious diseases." ”

Yong Ying's face was disgusted, "She did something unclean, Khan Ama wanted to take care of her, but she was afraid of damaging the royal face, so she could only die of illness." ”

"Unclean?" Ying Yue was stunned, could it be that Cheng Concubine stole people? Cuckolded His Majesty Qianlong?!

The fire of gossip in Ying Yue's heart burned brightly.

"She is in her own palace and has raised a little husband." Yong Ying said with a dark face, "It's crazy!" ”

The so-called "raising a little minister" is actually not raising a wild man, but just raising a puppet doll, regarded as a little minister, and praying that this "little minister" can bring a child to himself.

In other words, Cheng Concubine's cheating object is a rag doll.

Ying Yue was suddenly embarrassed, and she had been doing it for a long time, but it was just like that?!

Anyway, in her opinion, this is not a heinous thing, and Cheng Concubine is just a little anxious.

Because of her meritorious work in exposing and reporting, Concubine Cheng is now the most favored concubine in the palace, and even Concubine Wang is far behind. She is so favored, and she has to raise a little princess, one is jealous that the concubine has a little princess, but she has never been pregnant, and the other is ...... Cheng Concubine obviously felt that His Majesty Qianlong was no longer good, so she came up with such a side way.

It is conceivable how angry Qianlong will be as His Majesty the Emperor.

What's more, raising a little Xianggong can also be regarded as a kind of witch Gu, although the object of witch Gu is Cheng Concubine herself, but the art of witch Gu suppression has always been the most taboo thing in the palaces of all dynasties! In this dynasty, it is a capital crime!

"Concubine Cheng is not an imprudent person...... Yingyue said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that someone is going to pull her off the horse." Thinking of this, Ying Yue couldn't help but think of Concubine Wang. Now if you say who is most jealous of the grace of the concubine, it is naturally no more than the concubine.

Yong Ying sneered at the corner of his mouth: "Yueniang, I can't think of who exposed her." ”

"Who?!" Ying Yue couldn't help but be aroused.

"Twelve Blessings!" Yongying raised his eyebrows, "You really can't underestimate her as a surviving person." ”

Ying Yue was stunned, "Wu Rizhu Zhan?!" ”

Yes, Cheng Concubine and Ji Hou can be said to be old enemies, and it is difficult to continue this grievance! And Wu Rizhu Zhan, as a junior, must only suffer a loss when facing his mother's concubine! In order to protect herself and her daughter, it is the best way to let Cheng Concubine dig her own grave.

His Majesty Qianlong is old, and his body and bones are getting worse and worse, how can Concubine Cheng not worry about her future? A concubine who has no children will be helpless in the future, and thinking about her son is the biggest weakness of Cheng Concubine!

As long as someone blows the wind in her ears, Cheng Concubine is easy to be moved.

"In the palace, when have you been clean."

Ying Yue shook her head and said no more.

At this moment, the window creaked open, and the cold wind poured in on the spring night. Yongying frowned, "Why did the window open all of a sudden?" As he spoke, he stepped forward to close the window, only to see a half-human, half-fish thing suddenly appear in the room!

Yong Ying was taken aback, "Yueniang, why did you release this fish?!" ”

Ah Jiu was still dripping with water, and a drop of dark color was blurred on the scarlet carpet.

Ying Yue smiled and said, "There is something that Ah Jiu needs to investigate." Although she can also go stealthy herself, but after all, it is troublesome, Ah Jiu, as an aquatic creature, can only escape into the garden by water.

"How?" Ying Yue looked at Ah Jiu curiously.

Ah Jiu shook his tail and shook Yong Ying's water idea, and Yong Ying's face instantly darkened: "You damn stinky fish!" ”

Ah Jiu made a grimace and stuck out his tongue at Yongying, this naughty appearance really looked like a three-year-old child.

"Alright, okay, don't make a fuss!" Ying Yue hurriedly grabbed his tail, "How did you find out?" ”

Ah Jiu tilted his head and said: "The magic circle on the Qingque Boat has been invalid for a long time, and some parts have been damaged, I have been carefully observing for a long time, and I can only see that it is a double magic circle composed of time and space. ”

"Time and space...... muttering these four words, Ying Yue suddenly had a spirit, "Can you change time and space?" Isn't this just a crossing?! ”

Ah Jiu's baby face was extremely solemn, "That's right, it's just that the power of this magic circle is very small, and it can't teleport any entities. ”

"Can't teleport entities?" Ying Yue tasted the meaning of this, and couldn't help but be excited, "It's the soul that is transmitted?!" ”

Ah Jiu nodded solemnly, "That's right, this magic circle can teleport people's souls to the future!" Saying that, Ah Jiu sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that it's damaged and unusable." ”

Yong Ying's face turned a little pale: "This kind of thing, what to do with it!" ”

Looking at Yongzhen's unusually uneasy look, Ying Yue smiled, "Yongzhen, don't think about it, I just have doubts about the cause of Empress Yuan's death, so I asked Ah Jiu to investigate." ”

Hearing this, Yong Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately his face was shocked, "Teleporting the soul to the future, could it be said that she ...... the queen of the yuan?"

Ying Yue nodded: "That's right, she is not only a traverser, but also an immortal cultivator." After the death of the seventh elder brother, she chose to leave this world and return to modern times. ”

It's really resolute enough, and I don't even want my daughter.

Thinking of the death of Empress Yuan, the eldest princess was still young, and she had to suffer the pain of losing her mother, and for countless years, she tried her best to find out the cause of her mother's death and avenge her mother. But as a result, Empress Yuan did not end up depressed, but chose to let go.

Ying Yue sighed, she really felt a little sorry for the eldest princess.

"By the way, Lord Silver, I still found this under the floor of the evil wood!" As he spoke, Ah Jiu handed her a wet sealed cowhide package.

The package is not large, and looking at the outline, it seems to be filled with the appearance of a book, and the seal is quite tight. Think about it, hidden under the wooden board of the painting boat, in that humid environment, if it is not sealed, how can it be preserved for a long time?

Ying Yue didn't say a word, took the scissors from the needle box, and twisted the cowhide package in three or two clicks, here, it was not a book, but a codex, and on the title page of the codex, there was a column of small words that were beautiful and elegant: To my daughter Nichu Hesong Kriyilha.

Ying Yue looked at the familiar handwriting and was stunned for a moment.

All the mysteries have been revealed.

Empress Xiaoxian Fucha Yuyu, sure enough, is her little aunt Fu Yuyu in her previous life, her soul has traveled, her body has changed, but her handwriting will never change.

Yong Ying said solemnly: "It seems that this is the Codex of the Empress Yuan. "Because Nichu Hesong Kriyilha is the name of the eldest princess of Hejing.

After Ying Yue came back to her senses, she immediately opened the codex, her eyes scanning the contents as quickly as a scanner.

Yongying hurriedly said: "This is reserved for the eldest sister, let's not look at it......"

Then Yingyue turned the next page as if she hadn't heard it!

Yongying muttered, but he couldn't resist the temptation, leaned over, and looked at the contents of the codex with embarrassed eyes.

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