The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 247 Heaven descends
Tiny crackling sounds, accompanied by the creaking of wooden boards, rang out one after another.

Bo Yi was sitting on a rock by the roadside with his eyes closed, resting. Without even opening his eyes, he drew his sword and pointed it straight at him.

"get out."

Although he was still some distance away from the knife, Shang Fu still shuddered and subconsciously wanted to throw away the food box in his hand and raise his hands high.

"It's me, it's me! Brother Boyi, it's me. I'm here to bring you food." He answered hurriedly, fearing that if he was a step late, he would also become a ghost.

He held the food box tightly and lifted it up. Seeing that the food box was intact, he breathed a sigh of relief.

If this box of food is smashed, it will be dark before the next delivery.

Thinking of the scene outside the imperial mausoleum after dark in the past few days, Shang Fu shuddered again.

Only then did Bo Yi open his eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, the areas under his eyes were bruised, and the stubble on his face was mixed with blood, making it a colorful sight.

The elegant black clothes were no longer in good shape.

He was surrounded by solidified black blood, as if he had stepped into hell. The ground was also covered with blood that had seeped deep into the ground.

Shang Fu tiptoed to avoid those places and placed the food box in front of Bo Yi.

"Thank you." Boyi numbly opened the food box, and without caring about the dirt on his hands, he picked up the steamed bun and started eating.

"Are there any movements from the Lan family?"

"Don't worry, the Wu Ya Wei brothers are watching them. They have been very well behaved these days."

Lanshu was a thief who wanted to consume himself and then reap the benefits. Bo Yi nodded and continued to feast.

Shang Fu looked at the bloodstains around him, feeling uneasy: "Do those people really come here every night?"

Bo Yi took a big sip of water to eat the choking steamed bun and said, "I come here every night and leave before sunrise."

Not only would they withdraw, they would also take away the bodies of their accomplices, leaving not even a piece of clothing behind.

The Wu Ya guards patrolling the imperial mausoleum would hear the constant sound of weapons clashing every night, but there were no cries of pain from the invaders, and there was no evidence during the day to prove this.

All that was left was bloodstains, some new and some old, all over the ground, and Bo Yi, who was becoming increasingly exhausted.

But now, no one in the imperial mausoleum dared to believe Wu Yawei's words.

Shang Fu looked at Bo Yi and put away his carefree look for once, "How can I endure this?"

It's been seven days.

As he was speaking, he heard the sound of flapping wings overhead.

Without even looking at it, Bo Yi picked up a stone on the ground and threw it over. A carrier pigeon landed next to Shang Fu, scaring him so much that he let out a strange cry.

"Another carrier pigeon?"

He calmed himself down, put his hands into his sleeves, and raised his hands through his sleeves to pick it up.

Bo Yi buried his head in his food again. "It must be a ciphertext. It's useless without a decrypted copy."

Shang Fu let out a regretful "ah", withdrew his hand, and felt depressed.

"It's already the seventh day. You have to be on guard against those beasts who report the news during the day, and you have to fight those people for three hundred rounds at night. Those old lunatics inside don't believe you, saying that you are directing and acting. Even the food these days has become more and more confusing."

"It's good to have something to eat." Bo Yi curled his lips nonchalantly, thinking of the days in the northwest, took another bite of the steamed bun, and thanked him vaguely: "These days, I am grateful to you, Lord Shaoqing."

Shang Fu waved his hands repeatedly, feeling extremely guilty: "If it weren't for my beloved brother, you and Lord Yu wouldn't have fallen to this point."

When it comes to Yu Qiansi, Shang Fu feels even more unsure.

"Master Yu."

Bo Yi threw down his chopsticks and said naturally as if he was drinking water: "She will definitely come back."

There are still three days left, no rush.

As dusk falls, the surrounding areas gradually become darker.

Bo Yi stood up with his knife against his chest, tired but determined, "Shaoqing, it's getting late, you should go back."

"Okay," after hearing this, Shang Fu neatly left the water bag behind, picked up the food box, and ran towards the imperial mausoleum without looking back.

I was afraid that if I was a step late, I would become the unlucky ghost under the knife.

Not long after the door behind him was closed, the sound of fighting was heard outside the imperial mausoleum again.

Shang Fu lay by the wall and listened for a long time. He and Wu Yawei looked at each other, unable to hide their worries. The night had just begun, and he was going to have to stay awake for another night. How could he endure it?

When will Lord Yu come back?

"What's the noise?"

A Wuyawei signaled for silence, placed his hands on the ground, and felt the slight vibration of the earth: "A large group of people is approaching!"

There were at least a hundred people involved in this commotion.

"Be on guard!" Wu Yawei drew his sword and stood solemnly. He turned around and said to Shang Fu who was standing there in a daze, "Sir Shaoqing, please tell the Imperial Guards to protect His Majesty."

All the Wu Ya guards were dressed in black and holding knives, standing facing the wall, ready to attack as soon as someone stepped onto the wooden bridge.

The winter sky in the south of the Yangtze River was particularly timid, as if it was afraid of this sudden uninvited guest, and it died down early, leaving only layers of black veil covering the imperial tomb.

The noise of the fight with Bo Yi outside was so loud that no one seemed to notice the movement in the distance.

A ray of red light shot up into the sky, as if unwilling to leave the light that feared the night, and suddenly dyed half the sky red.

"It's Lord Tixing! Lord Yu is back!"

The Wu Ya guards breathed a sigh of relief, and the smiles on their faces were particularly bright against the red light.

When the signal smoke lit up, the people fighting with Bo Yi outside noticed the sound of horse hooves approaching.

Bo Yi noticed that he was surrounded by red light and turned around unconsciously.

Then he saw a black horse, a red-dressed woman, and a bright-colored figure, coming from the sunset.

It was clearly sunset, but the sky was bright.

He was distracted for a moment and someone took the opportunity to slash him in the side.

Yu Qiansi rode a black horse, seemingly arriving overnight. Upon seeing this scene, he coldly warned those behind him, “Don’t let any of them go!”

After receiving the order, Yaoguang behind him mounted his horse and joined the battle first.

Others blocked the group's escape route, forcing them to fight to the death.

The Wuya guards who rushed forward with Yaoguang had no one to control their horses. They neighed and rushed into the crowd, tearing apart the formation of the men in black who were surrounding Boyi.

Only when he saw the red clothes getting closer did Bo Yi breathe a sigh of relief. The fatigue of the past few days came up all at once and invaded every part of his body. He staggered and then fell to his knees.

If he hadn't immediately raised his sword for support, he would have been in a very embarrassing situation.

Yu Qiansi was about to get closer, but before he could rein in his horse, he jumped off and ran straight towards Bo Yi.

Bo Yi didn't even have the strength to raise his head to look at her, but he smelled a familiar fragrance that enveloped him completely.

Yu Qiansi held his pulse and checked his condition.

Fortunately, it was just exhaustion and no internal injuries.

The warmth of the three fingers on his wrist gave him some strength. He raised his head and looked into Yu Qiansi's eyes.

Like crystal amber falling into the mortal world, Yu Qiansi's eyes were full of bloodshot, his eyes were dark circles, and he had become much thinner.

The high ponytail was blown into a mess by the wind.

He raised his hand and wanted to comb the loose hair on her forehead, but found that his hands were covered with blood and dirt, so he quickly retracted his hand.

Yu Qiansi saw how embarrassed he was, met his dark eyes, and suddenly laughed.

"You look so embarrassed."

Bo Yi also showed his first sincere smile in many days.

"You're in a mess too, but better than me."

"Sir, they are all dead soldiers, no one is alive."

Yaoguang reported.

"It's too easy to die," Yu Qiansi snorted coldly, and patted Boyi on the shoulder. He helped him up, and said softly as if comforting a wronged young wife, "Don't worry, I will make them even more embarrassed."

Bo Yi saw the looks his comrades gave him, as if they were all expecting his reaction.

He uttered a soft "hmm", which completely broke the expressions of everyone present.

Yu Qiansi looked at the direction behind him and said calmly, "Now, it's time to solve our own problems."

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