Yun Mumu also kept looking at Bingqiao, and she reached out and took Bingqiao's hand.

Her hands began to tremble.

"Bingqiao, tell me, I won't say it." Yun Mumu leaned against her, his voice very low assurance.

Bingqiao hesitated for a long time, but she saw that Yun Mumu just wanted to help the emperor, so she spoke.

"Niangniang, in fact, this matter is an open secret in the whole city, everyone knows it, but no one dares to say it."

Bingqiao slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the upper of his embroidered shoes.

Then she took a deep breath, looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one around, she slowly said again: "Five years ago, on the birthday of the emperor, the whole world celebrated ......."

That day was a day of celebration for the whole country.

Everyone can relax, and the emperor gives amnesty to the world.

Lidu has become a night sky, beautiful Qiongchi, fine wine and food, lively and prosperous.

The emperor and his ministers drank and ate in the front hall, while the concubines and ladies admired the moon and composed poems in the back garden.

But on that day, an extremely terrible thing happened.

In the middle of the night.

The palace people found more than a dozen female corpses in the flower garden, and those female corpses were all the maiko who had just danced on the main hall.

These maiko are young and beautiful young women, and each of them is very beautiful.

They were all at the same age, and they all died tragically just because they entered the palace to perform a performance.

And among these female corpses, there was also a man covered in blood.

The man's skin is like snow, very handsome, and between his eyebrows are the youthful youth that has not had time to fade.

But at this moment, he was embedded in the peony bush, his face was covered with blood, and the clothes on his body were also soaked in blood.

The peony beside him bloomed gorgeously, red as if it had dripping blood.

For a while, it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or peony on his body.

The peony swayed in the soft wind, as if it didn't know what was going on around her?

The man lay quietly, surrounded by bright peonies and the corpses of red and white dancing girls.

Although the man was lying down, he held a silver-white sword in his hand, which was the Longquan Sword.

The blade of the Longquan Sword was also stained with blood.

Someone recognized the man and screamed loudly: "Ah, it's the prince, the prince has killed someone." ”

And the crown prince is Duan Yixi, who has not yet ascended the throne.

His screams were too loud, and the man lying in the peony flower bed slowly woke up.

He frowned, feeling a headache, and reached out to touch his forehead, but the blood stains on his fingertips immediately left a blood-red mark on his forehead.

It also stained the only clean spot on his face.

The man frowned and opened his eyes, and his usually clean and bright black eyes were now clouded with blood.

He could smell the strong smell of wine on his body.

In addition to the aroma of wine, there is also a fishy smell, which inhales into the mouth and causes a wave of nausea.

His mind wasn't fully awake yet.

The noise in the ears is getting louder and louder.

"It's the prince, the prince is crazy."

"The prince has killed someone."

"A lot of people died, and there was blood everywhere."

"Ah, the prince has gone crazy......"

At that moment, there were screams everywhere, and panic spread throughout the palace.

Duan Yixi sat there, holding the Longquan Sword tightly in his hand, watching as the faces of those people were all occupied by panic.

(End of chapter)