Concubine Hui couldn't wait to ask, "Is there something going on in the West Wing?" ”

Chunlan was about to cry because of the contents of the box, and said, "No, yes, yes......"

"It's Lord Zhang, he's ......"

The Queen Mother's face changed, and all the unrelated palace people around her retreated.

Chunlan finally cried: "Lord Xiao Zhang is dead!" ”

She raised her hand and trembled and pointed to the box behind her that smelled of blood: "His body is inside......"

Concubine Hui suddenly got up from her chair and rushed to the big box.

"Open it!" Her face turned pale.

The two eunuchs shuddered and opened the box, the contents of which were disgusting.

Zhang Baifeng's original tall body was cut off, leaving only a thin layer of flesh stained with bloody bones, and the pieces of meat that were cut off, only the size of copper coins, were piled up on the side.

A whirling feeling of nausea rushed to Concubine Hui's head, her throat was sore, she held on to the pillar, and vomited all the yellow bile.

But the Queen Mother is more calm.

Mama Lan Ruo helped her to the box, she glanced at it, and her face did not change.

"What did you do?" The Queen Mother looked at Concubine Hui and asked coldly.

Concubine Hui vomited so much that she couldn't see her souls, and Chunlan hurriedly brought a teacup for her to rinse her mouth.

It took a long time for her to speak in a weak voice and tell the story from beginning to end.

It turned out that when the Queen Mother decided on the candidate for blessing, Concubine Hui Guifei moved her mind.

She specially asked Zhang Baifeng to borrow a dead soldier, and wanted to disguise herself as an adulterer in Cha Jiu, so that she could clean up the enemy by catching a traitor in bed.

But she never thought that Zhang Baifeng had a lustful heart and wanted to go into battle in person, and finally ended up like this.

"Ridiculous!"

The Queen Mother endured her anger and slapped her to the ground.

"Did you know that Your Majesty has a team of secret guards by his side?" The Queen Mother said sharply.

"Now that he regards Zhaorong Hua as a jewel, he will definitely send secret guards to protect her day and night, you dare to send people to deal with her so openly, aren't you looking for death!"

If it is Concubine Hui who dies, it doesn't matter, anyway, she has lost her favor now, and the Zhang family has to be replaced by a good girl.

Unexpectedly, this idiot affected Feng'er, how could she explain it to her younger brother?

Concubine Hui was stunned: "What kind of secret guard, I don't know!" ”

Of course, she didn't know, how could Yu Wenyuan allocate his secret guard to her?

After figuring out this, Concubine Hui's eyes were red, and she hated: "I didn't expect Your Majesty to cherish that slut so much!" ”

The Queen Mother slapped her again.

Concubine Hui covered her face and cried bitterly on the ground.

The Queen Mother said coldly: "Don't be like this, what's so important about the emperor's favor?" When you are pregnant with a dragon heir, inheriting the prosperous world is the most important thing. ”

Concubine Hui cried: "But now that Your Majesty doesn't come to Chunxi Palace often, how can I conceive a dragon heir?" ”

"The mourning family and Master Yuanchen have discussed, after praying for blessings for seven days, make a statue of the Buddha's back, and then use her mouth to say that Zhao Ronghua and the dragon heir are mutually restrictive, and they need to pray for blessing in the Taihua Hall for half a year before they can return to the palace."

The Queen Mother glanced at Concubine Hui: "In the past half a year, if you can't conceive a dragon heir, then you have to consider the other proposal of the mourning family as soon as possible." ”

"What about my brother's death?" Concubine Hui clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and her silver teeth were crushed.

"The dead have no value, and the living should not be embarrassed."

The queen mother means that this matter should not be pursued again, otherwise it will be a shameless trouble with the emperor.

She waved her hand tiredly: "Send the box back to the General's Mansion." ”

"Yes."

……

The next day, the morning bell rang, and the Taihua Hall was solemn and solemn, and the annual royal blessing ceremony began.

The Queen Mother stood at the forefront, offering incense to the Buddha statues and ancestral portraits, clasping her hands together, and praying sincerely.

Cha Jiu followed behind Concubine Hui and offered incense and knelt down on the futon.

Master Yuanchen recited a long prayer and sprinkled Buddha water for the noble masters with willow branches.

"This prayer also requires a noble master to use blood as a guide to copy the scriptures, I don't know which master will do this?" Master Yuanchen said.

The Queen Mother's eyelids lifted slightly, and she directly ordered Cha Jiu: "Zhao Ronghua is young, let her do this matter." ”

Where can Cha Jiu say the word "no"?

However, when the hand was cut to take blood, it was indeed painful.

The master who took the blood didn't know if he had a grudge against her, and when he stabbed down, the wound was terrible, and the blood flowed out.

Cha Jiu's face quickly turned pale.

Concubine Hui looked at her frowning and painful appearance, and her heart was tense.

After taking the blood, Master Yuanchen said: "Copying scriptures requires sincerity, and the noble master has to kneel in front of the Buddha to copy for eight hours, and he is not allowed to eat in the middle." ”

Cha Jiu gave her a funny look.

This Master Yuanchen, what is the abbot of Buddhism, but in fact, he is just the minions of the Queen Mother and others?

After the blood was taken, he had to kneel for eight hours without eating or drinking to copy the scriptures, and no matter how good his health was, he had to lose half his life.

It was impossible to send someone to infiltrate the West Wing to be a demon, and now he dares to use this kind of trick.

The secret guard can protect her from being assassinated by gangsters, but they won't care if she dies of blood loss due to scripture copying.

The Queen Mother is really calculating.

No, Cha Jiu could only honestly kneel on the ground and copy the blood meridians all day.

By the end of the day, when Wan Xing and the little palace maid helped her up from the ground, her face was no longer bloody, and her legs and feet could not walk.

Back in the West Wing, Zhirou hurriedly brought ginger honey water for her to moisten her throat.

"The food is still hot, Niangniang will eat these fragrant and soft pastries first, and pad your stomach." Zhirou thought very thoughtfully.

Yun Xing brought the medicinal wine and was about to wipe the red and swollen knees for Cha Jiu, but was stopped by Zhirou.

"My knee just hurt on my knees, so I can't rub the medicine and wine immediately."

Yun Xing's eyes were red: "It's better for you to calm down, I'm so worried that I forgot about it." ”

Cha Jiu seemed to be nothing, eating fragrant eight-treasure sweet cheese.

This small injury, in front of the system's healing agents, is simply not worth mentioning as if it was bitten by an ant.

There is another big thing that should be dealt with.

"Where's the river?"

Seeing Cha Jiu asking, Zhi Rou and Wan Xing looked at each other and remained silent.

Cha Jiu felt strange.

Yesterday, after she got up from a nap, she ordered someone to tie up the river and throw it into the firewood room, wanting to wait for today's interrogation.

In the end, it was Zhirou who spoke: "Yunhe escaped." ”

In the evening today, a little palace maid went to the firewood room to deliver food, who knew that the thick rope of the bundle of people was neatly cut, and the people of Wanhe were nowhere to be seen.

It was like someone had taken it away.

Cha Jiu was puzzled, called the system, and asked, "Who is secretly helping Wanhe this time?" ”