Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 660
Everyone knows that the road to exile is difficult, there are endless sufferings, and it is not surprising to die on the way if you cannot survive the exile.

However, after Shi's descendants, especially Shi Yinqi's concubines, died of various accidents one after another, everything that was originally reasonable was cast a shadow of doubt.

After more than a month, the news of King Kunzhu's death came out again.

Regarding the fate of those princes and grandchildren, the common people can at most sigh and comment a few words. King Kunzhu is different. He is a good general of the country and has always won the hearts of the people.

"How could King Kunzhu be rebellious?"

"I heard that the monarch repeatedly called him to the royal city, but King Kunzhu resisted and refused to obey, and his adopted son even led troops to rob people..."

"This is a guess that there is no good fruit to eat in Wangcheng!"

"Maybe I have a guilty conscience..."

"Impossible! With so many soldiers and horses in hand, I really rebelled and turned back long ago."

"The monarch... oh! I don't know who was bewitched again..."

After the past year, everyone knows that if the monarch does something bad, it is probably because he was deceived by the people around him.

But Concubine Qiying was deeply involved in private affairs, and she hadn't even stepped out of Zhaoming Palace since she returned to Wangcheng, so who bewitched her?

It may be the graceful concubine, or it may be some other concubine.

Of course, it could also be the monarch himself.

"It's not that the monarch belongs to King Kunzhu..."

"It looks like it's a rumor, otherwise it wouldn't be struck by lightning..."

Those who can distract themselves from thinking about these things are already a minority, and more people are in a kind of renegade anger.

Since there was no bright target in front of him this time, the accumulated anger finally turned towards the person on the throne.

On the side of Xiyongzhou, several generals of King Kunzhu received the news of the tragic death of the old prince, and raised their troops to rebel, but were suppressed in time by General Anxi, who had received the secret order earlier.

However, the people's sentiments are turbulent and complaints are rife, and an explanation is always needed.

"Female gentleman," Youcao presented the filtered information, "There have been many other voices in Wangcheng in recent days..."

Jiang Fosang looked at them one by one.

The so-called other voices are nothing more than Shi Yinqi's lack of kindness and bad morality, which persecutes Zhongliang. It is extended to the fact that the historian's success in the country will lead to several changes of masters and zero failures. After all, historians are not destined to rule hundreds of The Tu family has been around for a long time.

There are also some arguments that "Concubine Qiying's feet and hands can't help but secretly manipulated all this".

Obviously, someone wants to make this muddy water even more muddy.

Detonate the dissatisfaction of the courtiers and the people, completely intensify the already serious conflict, and then point the finger at her...

"Female gentleman!" The door of the study room was pushed open vigorously, and Calamus rushed in with a pale face, losing his usual calmness, "The king's internal officials sent someone, Fang, Fangle Palace..."

The Fangle Palace shrouded in night was extremely quiet without the luxury of the day.

It's just that the silence tonight always makes people flustered.

Accompanied by the clear sound of wind chimes, Jiang Fosang hurried to the bedroom.

"Empress! Something happened!"

At the gate of the hall were guarded by the king's internal officials, as for the palace order Manjing and the palace servants who were on duty at night, they had already been guarded.

The door of the hall was pushed open, and Jiang Fosang stepped in. Although he was prepared, he was still surprised when he saw the scene inside the hall.

"...Save, save the orphan..."

This breathless cry for help brought Jiang Fosang back to his senses.

Shi Yinqi fell one step away from the entrance of the hall, with a knife cut on his left chest, and blood trails winding behind him.

Seeing Jiang Fosang, his dull eyes lit up for a moment, as if seeing a savior.

Jiang Fosang leaned over to check his body temperature, pulse, breathing... his heart sank suddenly.

I knew there was no need to call for a medical order.

Calamus took a deep breath.

Is the king really going to die?How to die at this time? !
When the situation is in turmoil, if there is news of the death of the monarch...it is unimaginable.

What a bad time to die!
Originally, there was still a bargaining chip, which was the child in Qiu Simei's womb.

But... Thinking of the current situation of Qiu Xin Palace, Calamus was very anxious.

Jiang Fosang also showed a bit of dignity on his face.

After contemplating for a moment, he made a decisive decision.

Withdrawing his gaze, he stood up straight, and gave a few words to Calamus with his ear.

Calamus made up his mind and took the order to go.

Jiang Fosang went straight to Da Xirou who was lying on the lichen beside the couch, Ren Shi Yinqi made a hooting sound in his throat and didn't look at him again.

There was a pinch mark on Da Xirou's neck, a dagger was stuck in his abdomen, half of his body was stained red with blood.

Like Shi Yinqi, her complexion was like gold paper, without the slightest trace of blood.

Jiang Fosang squatted down and helped her up.

Da Xirou leaned against her arms, already exhaled more breath than breathed in.

"...I," opened my eyes after a while, and squeezed out a few unclear words, "Hate, you..."

Jiang Fosang lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered, "You should hate me."

Da Xirou stared at her: "I've endured it, it's been too long..."

If it wasn't for Jiang Fosang, she should have taken revenge long ago.

Thinking back to the beginning, the two of them entered the Jingdu Palace one after another.

Unlike Jiang Fosang who lost his soul, and other beauties who were taken into captivity, Da Xirou was happy and voluntary.

Of course she entered Jingdu Palace voluntarily, and of course she had to stay by Shi Yinqi's side, otherwise how could she avenge her father and sister.

My mother died early, and she and my elder sister followed my father to various restaurants or markets to earn a living. Although they were poor, they were happy.

But this happiness was shattered one day.

It was at a market. Before the opening, my father beat the drums, and the sisters sang and danced around him. The atmosphere was cheerful and enthusiastic.

This scene fell into the eyes of Shi Yinqi who had returned from hunting.

Without needing to signal, the guards got off their horses and rushed to the high platform, dragging the two sisters to the field.

Compared with her elder sister's neixiu, she was a little bit cheaper in appearance, so Shi Yinqi took a fancy to her, so she surrounded her tent on the spot.

Sister was rewarded to Pu Ying and the others...

When she stumbled out of the apron with her tattered dress and found my sister, she was already out of breath.

Father also died, he knelt down and begged to stop him but failed, he tried to force his way into the tent, the guard was afraid that he would defeat Shi Yinqi's wishes, so he killed him with a knife.

It was a very ordinary day, but she lost all her relatives on this day.

The onlookers advised her not to be as stupid as her father: "That's the son of King Jingdu, don't mess with it..."

Da Xirou looked at her elder sister who was dying, suddenly got up, and chased after Shi Yinqi in the direction where Shi Yinqi left.

She didn't know what was supporting her, and she couldn't remember how long she had been running until the team finally stopped.

Da Xirou knelt down, walked up to Shi Yinqi's horse, raised her head, showed a charming smile, and begged him to take her away.

"Hey! This is inseparable from His Highness! Hahahahahaha..."

Da Xi Rouquan pretended not to hear those laughing voices, she smiled very hard, making her eyes seductive as much as possible.

A large piece of spring light leaked from the torn dress, Shi Yinqi's eyes fell on her chest that was heaving and heaving due to the running just now, as if after recollecting the feeling of just now, he nodded in agreement.

A little girl, a little trickster, what kind of tricks can she play?Her hatred is as insignificant as her life.

Da Xirou entered Jingdu Palace as she wished, but found that killing Shi Yinqi was not as easy as imagined.

Shi Yinqi had hidden guards around him, so he seldom stayed overnight, and even if he stayed overnight, he was very vigilant. Coupled with the huge disparity in physical strength... Da Xirou was not afraid to risk his life, even if he was afraid of risking his life, he would not be able to drag him to hell.

One day, Da Xirou dug out an old sheepskin from the old bag he brought when he entered the mansion.

In the early years, my grandfather went to the mountains with my grandfather, and once rescued a person from Xiong's mouth.The man lost an arm and was so wounded that he died in the end.

When he was dying, he took out the old sheepskin, murmured words of retribution and retribution, laughed and cried, and then gave the sheepskin to his father.

"Don't look at it as inconspicuous, it's a priceless treasure, it can save people, it can harm people... Let me give it to you, it's the right to repay the favor, and I will repay the favor..."

Father and grandfather didn't intend to repay him for saving lives. After burying him, they thought that his family might come to look for such an important thing, so they kept it properly.

Many years have passed, and no one has come to look for it.

Da Xirou recited the phrase "can harm people", and remembered that his father said that the man was a healer, so he had an idea and asked the maid beside him to take him to the medical clinic outside to ask what the secret recipe on the sheepskin was.

As a result, the maid was playful and went to a newly opened department store in the city first. It was so crowded that she lost the sheepskin.

Surprisingly, this sheepskin was in Jiang Fosang's hands.

(End of this chapter)