The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 252 You Are Not Crazy, That's Good

"Your Majesty. He died!"

The eunuch came out with the whisk in hand, with infinite sadness, and his shrill voice penetrated the hall, as if an invisible arrow passed through the soul, making people unconsciously excited.

In this palace, the biggest thing besides the emperor's enthronement is the emperor's death. Although he knew that Emperor Yang would not live long, it is still surprising that Emperor Yang really died.

All the palace servants who heard it knelt down.

The courtiers who were close before heard the news and rushed over. The eunuchs came and went to prepare things in a hurry. Emperor Yang was still lying on the bed, his face covered with a white cloth, and he was completely breathless.

The imperial doctor who came one step earlier had already knelt on the ground. They came a step late and could not save the emperor.

Ye Zhaoru couldn't believe this fact, and lifted the white cloth up, only to see Emperor Yang's eyes closed, his face still grim with pain, this was poisonous, and he died of pain.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty"

Ye Zhaoru knelt in front of the bed and was so excited that he burst into tears, crying as if the sky was falling, and then he showed incomparable hatred: "That old traitor from the Leng family is all him. He was the one who forced the emperor to death! The emperor."

The other ministers covered their faces and cried bitterly, regardless of whether they were genuine or fake.

The eldest prince Zhao Zhuo came a step late, and the rest of the officials followed behind him. Zhao Zhuo didn't say anything, and knelt down straight before the crowd.

Presided over by the eldest prince and Ye Guogong, the emperor's mourning hall was quickly erected. Ironically, this mourning hall was next to the prince's mourning hall.

When the queen mother heard that the emperor had died, she was so emotional that she fainted directly. The imperial doctor was not busy now, just in time to save people.

In the harem, when I heard that the emperor had died, there was a moment of mourning.

When the emperor died, the life of these concubines was also over.

One by one, they cried in the bedroom, then changed into plain clothes and went to the mourning hall, all kneeling and continuing to cry.

Ye Wanwan didn't go. After seeing Zhao Yi's death, she went back to Guanju Palace to wash up, and she didn't go there at night.

Zhao Yi decreed to abolish her as a commoner. She is not Zhao Yi's concubine now. Naturally, there is no need to cry for Zhao Yi. In their words, she is not qualified now.

She doesn't have the qualifications. She doesn't want to cry for Zhao Yi. If she can't cry, she won't say it. She is afraid that it will be bad if she laughs out loud for others to see.

But even if she didn't cry, she still went to incense Zhao Yi the next day.

Ye Wanwan walked slowly to the mourning hall in a white plain clothes. Before she even got there, she heard an extremely sad cry. The minister knelt on the ground and knelt down from the inside to the outside.

The concubines and concubines were all kneeling inside, with concubines on both sides, and the prince and princess in the middle.

Even the youngest prince, Zhao Sheng, was held and placed in the middle of the crowd, but he was already tired from crying, so he actually fell asleep.

Ye Wanwan walked in, and the official of the Ministry of Rites, who was in charge of the management, greeted him: "Emperor and noble concubine."

Ye Wanwan raised her hand: "I'm no longer an imperial concubine, I'm just a commoner."

Saying that, he stepped forward and lit three incense sticks, walked to Zhao Yiling, and looked at Zhao Yi's spiritual position. It really shouldn't be too seductive.

In the last life, she was lying in the coffin and watched them offer incense to herself. They were all sanctimonious. They obviously harmed her, but they said it was what she deserved, and she also said that it was her honor, and she deserved to die.

Now, she sent Zhao Yi to the coffin, and naturally she wanted to come to a stick of incense in person. I wonder if he still thinks that this is a proper death?

Because of the murder of his own son, he was forced to die by Leng Guogong, tsk tsk, this way of death, the historian who wrote the pen has to worry about it. Throughout the ages, it has been another way of death for the emperor.

After putting on the incense, Ye Wanwan glanced at the concubine who was kneeling and crying beside her eyes. She had to thank Zhao Yi for the imperial edict to abolish her, otherwise she would have to kneel here and cry.

At the door, Ye Wanwan stopped: "Go, bring Leng Yunqing, she is still the queen, so she naturally wants to keep the emperor's spirit."

"Yes."

Leng Guogong and others were sent to heaven, but the new emperor has not yet come out, and no one has tried the Leng family, so everyone in the Leng family is only confined to the mansion.

The palace was not far from Leng's house, and Leng Yunqing was soon picked up.

Lin Zheng walked up to Ye Wanwan first: "Niangniang, the queen picked it up, but she seems to be crazy."

"Crazy?" Ye Wanwan didn't quite believe it.

Leng Yunqing was soon brought to the front, wearing simple clothes, her hair was just casually rolled up, without any decoration, her face was turned to the sky, her eyes were sluggish, was she frightened?

The wound on Leng Yunqing's face was treated with excellent medicine, and it has already scabbed over. A long scar is lying on her face like an ugly centipede, but now she doesn't care about her appearance at all. No emotion.

Ye Wanwan glanced at her and asked Lin Zheng to take her in. She just wanted Leng Yunqing to appear in front of everyone and let her experience everything she had experienced.

I thought Leng Yunqing was stupid and would not react even if she was talked about and laughed at, but when Leng Yunqing went to Zhao Yiling, she suddenly became very excited, and she fell directly in front of Ling and swept the items on the table to the ground. .

The censer and offering fruit were all knocked down.

"Ahhh"

Before everyone could react from this sudden change, Leng Yunqing had already stepped on the tribute from the ground and ran to push Zhao Yi's coffin.

"Hurry up and stop her, hurry up!"

A group of people was in chaos, rushing up to subdue Leng Yunqing.

"The queen is crazy, the queen is crazy."

"Ah, she bites."

Leng Yunqing knew martial arts herself, but a group of people who didn't know how to do martial arts went up to try to subdue her, but as you can imagine, a group of people were unable to restrain her.

It was not until a few generals took action that Leng Yunqing was taken down, and the entire mourning hall was already in a mess.

Ye Wanwan stood at the door and watched from the beginning to the end. She was satisfied with this scene.

That's how it should be, death also made Zhao Yi's death uneasy.

Leng Yunqing was subdued, and two generals pressed her out. At this moment, she was in a mess, her hair was torn up, and she looked like a crazy woman.

Her red eyes were filled with hatred, and her facial features became distorted. The wound on her face was also torn open during the battle, and blood dripped down her cheek, which was hideous and terrifying.

Especially when she saw Ye Wanwan, she struggled angrily and roared, "Ye Wanwan, I won't let you go, this palace will make you pay with blood!"

eye for eye?Good, she likes the word a lot.

Ye Wanwan smiled: "Leng Yunqing, you're not crazy, that's great."

Crazy and boring?If you don't know anything, how can you feel this hell on earth?

Sober, soberly watching his loss of a loved one, soberly looking at his ugly face, soberly listening to those taunts and abuses.

What she had endured, Leng Yunqing had to endure the same, it was only fair.

(End of this chapter)