Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 680 Auspicious Empress 32
The news that Yu Jiyan's family of four, old and weak, women and children disappeared inexplicably under the supervision of six burly men holding sharp weapons, and the news that Feng Sihan and Dragon in the palace were in poor health were brought to Feng Siting almost at the same time.

It has been arranged for a long time, and Feng Sihan's poisoning is a crucial part of it, so Feng Siting didn't criticize his subordinates too much in front of the huge surprise, but just scolded "trash" coldly. Let's continue to contain Yu Zhen.

Yu Zhen's appearance was originally beautiful and graceful, and she was a well-known beauty in the capital.

However, this kind of lady who has read poetry and books since she was a child is almost like a mass production unique to the imperial city. They are almost all printed in the same mold. In the past, Feng Siting always thought that beauty is beautiful, but it is tasteless to speak of.

After such a close contact yesterday, whether it was Yu Zhen's occasional unruliness or the faint fragrance on his body, Feng Siting would think of it frequently at such a critical moment.

Her rascal face when she said she wanted to live in the Golden Temple, her greed and viciousness when she negotiated terms with him, and her occasional contemptuous glances were all like the paws of Yu Wan's cat gently scratching his heart.

When you pinch the paw, the meat is soft and soft, but the sharp claw blade is hidden in the soft flesh, and it will always give you a paw.

Yu Zhen is now that little fleshy claw that he can think of but can't touch, scratching his heart itchy, Feng Siting can't wait to fly into the palace immediately, throw this woman down, tear off the camouflage of a lady, let her shine The little claws can only struggle in vain...

At this moment, Feng Siting's heart was extremely excited, he wanted that position, and that woman, he must also get it!

At noon tomorrow at the most, Feng Sihan will definitely die from the poison.

There are only 300 people at most in the left and right guards of the Imperial City, and 500 people in the Southern Yamen are divided into four gates of the capital. It is not necessary to worry about the dispersion of personnel, and there are only 400 people in the Beiya. There are more than 1000 guards with swords in the palace.

And he, Feng Siting, as the king of Qin, can have five hundred private troops, and his Anbu has long been disguised as traffickers and pawns, hiding in several assembly points, and surrounded the palace just waiting for an order.

The excuse is also ready-made, the emperor was poisoned and killed by people with ulterior motives, and they, teachers of justice, should work hard for the king to arrest the murderer.

All the witnesses and material evidences have been arranged, and the only thing left to do is to testify that the Yu family's Second Household branch intends to murder the emperor.

On this day, many well-informed princes and ministers were all worried, and they didn't even have dinner.

Everyone was waiting for the news from the palace, and they were all afraid that there would be news from the palace.

As soon as it was dark, there was chaos outside. First, there were robbers burning, killing and looting at the West Street, and the Beiya quickly dispatched people there. Ten people went to the rescue.

In short, it seems that everything happened at the same time. The Beiya, who was in charge of patrolling the city, found out that they had no one to send when they received another resident calling for help.

Then the heavy news that "the emperor was poisoned by someone and he doesn't know his life or death" suddenly spread throughout the capital like a thunderbolt. Many people in the city shouted the slogan "protect the emperor" and gathered towards the palace from all directions.

The ordinary people were all in danger, and they were so frightened that they quickly locked the doors and windows, lest someone would take advantage of the fire and rob them.

When Feng Siting hurried to the palace, he expected that the life-and-death fight did not exist, the palace gate was wide open, and there was not even a gatekeeper left.

He suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

Obviously the time they agreed on was tomorrow, but for some reason those people who had ambushed in advance activated it in advance. When they arrived at the palace, the palace gate was not closed. Could it be that the internal response was so successful that they rushed in without a single soldier?

The main entrance and the small doors on both sides were all open, as if the head of a huge beast opened its mouth.

The five hundred government soldiers behind him all looked at each other in blank dismay.

Now the battle at the city gate can obviously be skipped, so should we go through the process according to the procedure or wait until all the soldiers and horses are assembled and rush in together?

The commanding officer of the army rode his horse and begged for orders: "My lord, I will bring a small group of people in to see what is true."

Feng Siting nodded slowly: "Be careful in everything."

The commander came back soon, with a look of anxiety on his face: "My lord, people seem to be concentrated at the Taihuan Palace. The lights are bright, and it seems that many people are busy running around, but they haven't heard the sound of swords and soldiers."

Taihuan Palace is Feng Sihan's bedroom.

In other words, they should be the first group of armed forces to arrive. As for why no one is patrolling the gate, it is probably because the emperor's side is more serious and they are all going to guard the Taihuan Palace.

"Let's go." Feng Siting left a few people behind to close the palace gate, and led everyone straight to Taihuan Palace.

The commanding officer of the army took a cautious look at Feng Siting, and asked him: "My lord, should the subordinates still shout 'protect the emperor'?"

They broke into the palace with their horses and knives without a command. If they just entered so quietly, one bad thing would be the crime of punishing the nine clans.

Feng Siting thought about it for a while, and felt that Feng Sihan must have been poisoned. They said that protecting the emperor is not wrong, but if they rushed in so loudly without making a sound, they would be completely defeated and there would be no room for maneuver. .

"call."

"Save--"

"Shout less."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, so they had to lower the volume and shouted slogans listlessly, feeling that they didn't want to be the king's teacher, but rather like a defeated soldier fleeing from the wilderness.

Sure enough, all the prison guards, bodyguards, and even the dark dragon guards in black clothes guarded Taihuan Palace.

There was no atmosphere of swords and soldiers facing each other. The main hall in front was brightly lit, and there were courtiers in twos and threes who either bowed their heads or whispered. Occasionally, some people wandered out to see the situation outside.

Feng Siting found that Sangong, Wuweihou, Tianengong Yu Weizhen, Minister of the Ministry of War, and Minister of the Ministry of Officials were all listed there, and everyone greeted him one by one when they saw him coming.

It turned out that some of these people ran over when they found bandits in the city, and some rushed over when they heard the news that the emperor was critically ill. access control.

"How is your Majesty doing now?" Feng Siting waited for a while but no one took the initiative to mention it, so he glanced around and asked.

Grand Tutor Cong Zijing frowned: "I heard it's not very good, hey!"

He shook his head while talking, the gray beard on his chest looked a little desolate, the emperor just heard that the dragon chicken was not good a few days ago, but now the whole person is dying, his sigh is for the emperor and for the courtiers It is even more for the people.

As long as there is a struggle, some people will rise and some will fall, but I don't know who will succeed who.

"Who is taking care of the ninth brother?"

Yu Weizhen gave him a look and shook his head imitating Cong Zijing: "The empress, Yu Zhaoyuan, and the concubine Xian are all here, and almost all those who are on duty and not on duty in the imperial hospital are inside!"

Feng Siting was overjoyed in his heart, but his eyes turned red instantly: "This king is going to see Brother Jiuhuang."

(End of this chapter)