The next day, the rebel party was beheaded, and Emperor Jingyong also went, covered with a blanket and sat in a wheelchair, carried up the city wall by the guards, and watched silently.

The executioners raised their knives and harvested the heads like melons and vegetables, and in a short time the entire floor of the execution ground was soaked with blood.

Fusheng stood behind Emperor Jing Yong, his eyes swept over the bloody scene below, and the rich smell of blood also penetrated into his nose along the wind.

His face was pale, and he only felt that his stomach was overturned, and sweat continued to emerge from his forehead, and after a while, his underwear was soaked with sweat.

Fusheng couldn't wait to grow wings and quickly escape from this disgusting place, but Emperor Jingyong didn't speak, even if his legs were as soft as noodles, he could only hold on.

Fortunately, Emperor Jingyong finally spoke, "Go back!" ”

Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief, and after answering, he hurriedly gave the guards on the side a look, and asked them to carry Emperor Jingyong down the city wall.

He pinched his thighs hard to cheer himself up, and then dragged his legs, which were still a little weak, to follow behind.

After descending the city wall with difficulty, I took a sharp breath of fresh air, only to feel that I was alive again.

He stepped forward, "Your Majesty, go back to the Taiji Hall or not?" ”

"Push me around..."

Emperor Jingyong's tone was a little tired, he paused, and then ordered: "Let them not get too close, I want to be quiet." ”

Fusheng noticed Emperor Jingyong's strange appearance, his heart was slightly cold, he responded, and then gestured to the other eunuchs and palace maids.

The eunuchs and palace maids understood, stopped, and waited for Emperor Jingyong and Fusheng to be about two meters away before they set off and silently followed.

The palace wall is high, and the people outside the palace want to come in, but they don't know that they have entered the palace, so they can't help themselves like the bird in prison and the fish in the net.

Dark clouds covered the sun, the gloomy sky seemed to be pressed on the top of people's heads, and the floating life pushed Emperor Jingyong to walk slowly, and the endless road under his feet was like a giant beast, devouring the goodness of the people who trampled on it little by little.

Emperor Jingyong raised his eyes, looked at the sky that seemed to be raining, and suddenly said, "It's placed, go back to the Taiji Palace." ”

Fusheng responded in a low voice, quickly thought about his current location in his mind, and after confirming the direction, he pushed Emperor Jingyong to the Taiji Palace.

Seeing that it was about to arrive, Emperor Jingyong raised his hand to signal a stop, and said, "Tell me to go down, pick a good place, and place the corpses of the Yu Concubine family..."

Emperor Jing Yong lowered his eyes slightly.

What he said with Yu Concubine that day that he would allow their family to reunite was not a lie.

Yu Concubine entered the palace for the glory of the family, and he couldn't give her love, so he would naturally satisfy her in other aspects.

His father has guarded the frontier for many years, and the performance of the jade concubine after entering the palace is acceptable.

Therefore, a year ago, he had already planned to transfer his father back to Beijing and add an official to the knighthood, and the transfer of frontier generals was not a trivial matter, and he did not plan to inform the jade concubine before everything was arranged.

But I never expected that in just half a year, the jade concubine, who usually abides by her duties, actually took the wrong path...

Fusheng was slightly stunned, and when he reacted, he was about to respond, but he heard Emperor Jingyong say again: "Wait, you still have to do this matter yourself."

Let the body of the jade concubine be cleaned up neatly, prepare more cakes for the sacrifices, and then ask the monks to do a ritual for her..."

The jade concubine is the age of beauty, and it is delicious on weekdays, so it looks better to clean up, so that she can vote for a good family in the next life and make up for the regrets of this life.

"Got it!"

Fusheng respectfully responded, and summoned a little eunuch to let him push Emperor Jingyong into the Taiji Palace, and he went to the outside of the palace with a neat voice.

Since Emperor Jingyong said that he would let him do it himself, it means that Emperor Jingyong doesn't want to spread the word, so he has to be careful.

Fusheng, who walked briskly with his head down, sighed.

Your Majesty is a good Majesty, only blame those people for being selfish and greedy...

But that's what human nature is.

The sky gradually began to rain, and Fusheng did everything properly according to Emperor Jingyong's instructions, and when he came back, it was already dark.

The palace gate was locked, and Fusheng had a courtyard outside the palace, but he didn't go back directly, but went to the execution ground in the rain.

The drizzle fell, the lantern in his hand was swayed by the wind, and by the warm yellow candlelight, he could see the blood stains still remaining in the cracks of the floor tiles.

The cold wind entered his body, and he didn't know what he thought, and his face was as pale as paper.

The Praetorian Guards, who were patrolling around, spotted him and strode over.

"The forbidden place of the palace, who stays here!"

Fusheng came back to his senses, quickly sorted out his expression, and turned to look over.

The rest of the Praetorian Guards may not be recognized, but the floating face must not be unaware.

The Praetorian Guard led by him saw that it was Fusheng, and his tone could be described as a 360-degree turn, and he bowed his hand, "It turned out to be the floating manager, it was late at night at the moment, what are you?" ”

Fusheng pulled his lips and said with a smile: "Our family was ordered to go out of the palace on an errand, and we came back late, but I don't see that the palace gate has been locked, and we are about to leave." ”

It's no secret that Fusheng arranged a mansion in the capital, and when the Praetorian Guards heard this, their eyes flashed slightly, and they immediately said that they would send someone to escort Fusheng back.

Fusheng couldn't see that the Praetorian Guard in front of him wanted to slap his mind, but there were more people who wanted to slap him...

He is now the head of the imperial palace and the confidant eunuch of Emperor Jingyong, so he should be more cautious.

He refused with a smile, and without giving the Praetorian Guard a chance to speak, he raised his legs and left.

The Praetorian Guard looked at the floating back, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

It's just a eunuch, if it weren't for his good luck, he was valued by His Majesty as the head of the palace, who would pay attention to him!

Fusheng doesn't know that this Praetorian Guard has one set before and one set after people, and even if he knows, he won't care too much.

There are many people who look down on him in their hearts, but in front of him, they still bow their heads and politely call the floating manager.

He took the lantern, estimated the time, and arrived at the back door of his yard before curfew.

The two little guys guarding the back door were sharp-eyed, and when they saw that their master was coming, one greeted them, and the other pushed open the door and went in, passing on the news of the floating life.

The little guy who greeted him smiled: "The little one has seen the master!" ”

Fusheng bowed slightly, entered the door, and the housekeeper in the courtyard also came.

The housekeeper raised his hand, sent the little servant away, and then whispered in Fusheng's ear: "Master, in the evening, the distinguished guest came again, saying that the master will come back tonight, and he is still waiting in the study at the moment!" ”

Fusheng was not surprised by this, and suppressed the feeling of powerlessness in his heart, he took off the rain and handed it to the butler.

"Let someone prepare a pot of hot tea and snacks and send it over first."

The housekeeper hurriedly responded.

The study was not far from the bedroom, and Fusheng didn't delay much, so he changed into clean clothes and went to the study.

Hot tea and snacks were already on the desk, and Fusheng looked at the person sitting in the chair, his eyes shining slightly.

He bent over, and was about to salute when he was stopped by the man.

"You and I don't have to be polite, sit down!"

Fusheng stopped saluting, but he didn't sit down obediently, he lowered his eyes, and said, "The seventeenth prince has returned to Beijing, and His Majesty will canonize him as the crown prince in the near future."

Your Highness, you should die! ”

The man didn't speak, and he clearly felt that the atmosphere in the room was gradually becoming tense.

He pursed his lips and raised his head to meet the smiling face, his hands clenched into fists under his sleeves.

"You have also seen the fate of the four princes, if Niangniang has a spirit in the sky, she will definitely not want to see you go to this road of no return..."