The Praetorian Guards had already lit the torches in their hands, and the hall was as bright as day.

The structure of the gate is extremely complex, with beams and a huge plaque.

The original intention was to let the emperor sitting on the dragon chair look out at a glance, and he can first see the four big characters on the plaque: self-cultivation and prudence.

This is the expectation of the emperor to future generations, and he also hopes that the people sitting in this position can read these four words, and truly improve their self-cultivation, handle things carefully and rationally, and make the people happy.

Very few people look outside from this perspective, so it's hard to spot people hiding here.

What's more, in the brilliant lights of the Great Cold Banquet, it is dark here.

The old woman was not panicked at all, and was quite happy to see that everyone was looking up at her.

"Little queen, you're really smart."

As soon as she spoke, there was a little less weird sound, and it became much more normal.

"Who are you? Get down! Yuan Jianshuo led the forbidden army to stand in a row below, drawing his knives in unison.

"Little Queen, can you guess who I am?" This old woman had a fair face, and she should have been a very good-looking woman when she was young.

"What nonsense, get people down first!" Sima Lun had already reacted and stood in place and yelled.

"Little Queen, are you afraid?" The old woman still looked at the delicate dancer beside the fallen Yuan Meiren, who also looked at her through the veil and did not make a sound.

But the next moment, the woman suddenly jumped off the beam and rushed straight at the dancer.

Fortunately, Sima Ying had already made a move, first pushing her aside, and then inserting the long sword into her body.

"Hey, don't kill, wait!"

The sound of the sheep offering Rong came from under the canopy, and she lifted the curtain of the canopy slightly awkwardly, and struggled to support the weight of the huge canopy.

Obviously, the whole person can't support it anymore, and if she doesn't let go, she will fall down with the umbrella cover.

If the umbrella cover falls, it will hit the royal ministers and officials behind it.

Liu Yao was the closest, and he stepped over and held the umbrella cover to give her a chance to breathe.

The royal ministers behind her also shouted: "Queen Mother, let go, let's catch it." ”

was finally able to let go, and Yang Xianrong was so tired that his arms were trembling all the time.

However, she didn't let Liu Yao help her, but just shouted: "Cuixi, help me." ”

"It's coming!" Cui Xi walked quickly through the crowd and held the sheep Xianrong.

She and Yang Xianrong wore the same dancer's dress, and at first glance the two were almost identical.

At this time, the people remembered that the woman that the old woman was about to assassinate was the same as the sacrifice of the sheep.

Sure enough, the woman also ran over.

The three of them were dressed exactly the same, except for Cuixi's slightly larger feet, the two women couldn't tell the difference.

Two women, however, bowed their heads.

Yang Xianrong glanced up at Liu Yao and nodded to him. "Thank you, Brother Liu."

"You're welcome." Liu Yao smiled slightly.

Yang Xianrong didn't talk to him much, but went straight to the place where the woman had fallen.

The ministers of the royal family had already been blindfolded, and they were very panicked in their hearts, and they scattered and retreated to make way for a way.

This is another bloody case on the top of the main hall, is it still less in the history of the Great Jin Dynasty?

This time, what happened again?

Emperor Sima Zhen and Yang Xianrong walked to the old woman's side at the same time from two directions.

Sima Zhen leaned down to look at her, and suddenly said, "Nurse? ”

Yang Xianrong and Sima Ying, who was standing aside with a sword, were stunned and looked at Sima Zhen.

Sima Xin reached out and touched her face again before saying, "Why are you still alive?" Didn't you die with that ugly woman? ”

"You idiot! Why can't I live? "The old woman coughed up some blood, but she was in good shape.

Sima Ying didn't get to her point.

"Who is this man?" Sima Ying frowned.

"Mama Yu?" Yang Xianrong looked down at her, "Mama Yu, or rather, Lian Niang, right?" ”

"Where am I flawed?"

As they spoke, the forbidden soldiers had already formed a circle.

Sima Lun also came over and asked, "Are you dead?" ”

"Unfortunately, not yet." The old woman coughed lightly twice, and then looked at Sima Lun, "What are you?" Shouting here! ”

"You!" Sima Lun was not happy when he heard this, and even wanted to step forward and hit her.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Yang Xianrong ignored the reactions of others, and took the lead in speaking: "The matter has not been asked clearly, you all retreat first." Hongu has something to ask her. ”

However, no one paid any attention to her.

She had no choice but to ask Sima Lun for help, "Lord Wang, let's figure things out first, right?" Don't shout yet. Also, Your Majesty, haven't you always wanted your concubine to give you a gift? This is the gift of the concubine, this is the murderer who killed many concubines, and the concubine caught it. ”

"Oh?" Sima Zhen looked at Yang Xianrong blankly, "She is the nurse of the ugly woman, not the murderer." ”

"How not? She has at least five lives in her hands, and if she counts the concubines today, it may be six, or more. ”

"Why did she kill you?" Sima Zhen still didn't understand.

"So, ask her." Yang Xianrong couldn't help but lose his temper, "Don't speak, ask her first." ”

Sima Ying's movements were the fastest, pulling the person to the side of the big pillar, making her half-lying and bleeding not so fast.

"Then Hongu will say first, your flaw is this shakuhachi." Yang Xianrong asked Cui Xi to take out another shakuhachi, which was exactly the same as the shakuhachi that Yuan Meiren dropped on the ground and split it in half. "The skills of this palace are not perfect, and I have a headache if I blow a short section. The maidservant of this palace is in good health, and she can also do martial arts, and shakuhachi also blows well, but she also has a headache. This has to make people suspect that there is something wrong here. ”

"Sure enough, it was also my negligence, forgetting that there should be someone around you." Even the nurse chuckled, "Little queen, you are delicate, and you are really much smarter than my stupid Nanfeng." ”

"So, you are the nurse of Jia Nanfeng, the abolished queen?" Yang Xianrong asked again.

Even the nurse showed surprise, "This, how do you know?" I thought that after Nanfeng died, I was able to stay in the palace in disguise, and no one could find out, not even Mama Yu's godson Mu Zhu. ”

"Oh, did you just want to get down from the beam and see that pamphlet in Hongu's hand?" Yang Xianrong asked Lan Xiang to take the gold-threaded booklet placed on the long table again, and shook it in front of her eyes, "It's very familiar, there is your name on it, that's why you exposed your figure." ”

"Then you must already know that this shakuhachi is made of baby bones, do you know who it is?" Even the nurse's smile deepened, looking at the sheep's face.

(End of chapter)