After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

When Zhou Yanxue came back from changing clothes, the palace banquet had already begun to move in another direction.

Mr.

Xiao Lingxiao didn't understand either.

He frowned and said, "Stop talking and let's see what's going on first."

On the dragon chair, Zhou Shuo slowly twisted the tourmaline beads.

He stared at Zhou Xianfeng, as if he didn't expect that his son would be on the opposite side of him.

He glanced at Master Wen and Xiao Fengxian again.

Could it be that during their Northern Expedition, they learned something from Dayan?
It shouldn't be...

Yu Hehuan was still standing in the hall, looking around at everyone, and said with a smile: "Why, no one can guess the murderer of the Xuanke Temple murder case?"

A confused and confused prince shouted: "The murder case at Xuanke Temple has long been decided, and the murderer is Dingbei King Zhou Wuyou! Not only did he brutally kill the thirteen brothers who had followed him for many years, he also killed his close friends. The prince of Yan and his envoys destroyed the alliance between the two countries! He was so mad that he even spared more than a hundred monks in the temple! Such scum and scum were not worthy of death for more than twenty years. Later! Yu Hehuan, you brought up the old case again tonight, are you also a member of King Dingbei’s party?”

"Of course the reason for bringing up the old case again is to find out the truth back then!" Yu Hehuan retorted, "More than twenty years ago, my father died just to ask the Holy One to thoroughly investigate the Xuanke Temple murder case. Since I am alive, I should uphold my father's principles. Will, continue to plead with the Lord to re-investigate the old case! If there is really no doubt in that case, and if the murderer is really King Dingbei, then what are you afraid of? "

The prince was left speechless, and in the end he could only curse with a look of dismay on his face: "A woman with long hair and short knowledge! Murong Jinglue, you don't take good care of your wife!"

Murong Tao twirled his goatee and ordered with dignity: "Jing Lue, as the husband of Yu Hehuan, why don't you take her down quickly?! What does it look like to behave in public? The words 'marry and obey your husband', you She should be punished by copying it a thousand times!"

Murong Jing was unmoved, and even retorted: "'The road is long and long, and I will search up and down.' Did my grandfather forget what he taught me when I was young? If the murder case at Xuanke Temple is suspicious, it should be After a thorough investigation, if King Dingbei is really innocent, we should give him justice. I don't know what a 'woman with long hair and short knowledge' means, and I don't know what 'marrying to obey her husband' means. I only know what Yu Hehuan said. It’s right, and since it’s right, I, as a husband, should support it. Only in this way can we be considered as a husband and wife.”

Yu Hehuan smiled slightly.

Murong Jinglue was the eldest grandson of the Murong family, but his behavior style was incompatible with Murong Tao.

Murong Tao strives for power and interests first, but Murong Jinglue has always kept a low profile and never participated in any of his party struggles over the years. It is not an exaggeration to call him a clean and self-sufficient person.

She was staying in the Prime Minister's Mansion these days, looking for opportunities to enter Murong Tao's study and bedroom every moment, just to search for some clues about the Xuanke Temple murder case, and the person who helped her was none other than Murong Tao. Summary.

She learned about Murong Jinglue's past from his nanny.

Since he was young, his grandfather and father were busy with government affairs, and his mother was busy fighting in the back house. Almost no one cared about his education. Only a close maid of the same age actively took care of his daily life.

Later, his parents were disabled by Murong Jiuli and had no time to care about him.

The one who always accompanies him is still the little maid.

When he was young and ignorant, he fell in love with the little maid.

But somehow it was known to Murong Tao.

Murong Tao told Murong Jing that he should cut off love, manage his power and wealth well, and not be moved by humble people. He also said that he was destined to marry a well-matched young lady in the future.

At that time, Murong Jinglue still respected his grandfather, so he agreed to his request and studied hard every day.

But Murong Tao was still worried.

In order to cut off his thoughts, he ordered the little maid to be beaten to death, and hung the body in his study, so that he could look at the body and read every day. That year, Murong Jinglue was only sixteen years old.

And the little maid had just turned fifteen years old and was the only daughter in the family.

He stayed in the study for a whole month.

He looked at the body of the little maid who had been with him for ten years, watched her rot and become smelly, watched her develop countless spots on her body, but he remembered that when she was alive, she loved being beautiful and clean the most. It's white and tender, and even the nails are carefully dyed red with Nadanko.

To be honest, she had never seduced him.

She did her job properly, but she felt pitiful that he was always alone, and no one even had a reunion dinner with him during the Chinese New Year, so she treated him better than others. She would take him there every year She had New Year's Eve dinner at her home and would show him the puppy she had raised at home.

Her parents also respect him very much. They are all honest and responsible family members and have never had any inappropriate thoughts.

But just a simple order from my grandfather completely destroyed this small family.

He didn't understand why his grandfather could treat human life as nothing.

From then on, he knew that he was different from his grandfather.

He hates his grandfather.

Above the Golden Palace, Murong Tao's face was ashen.

He glared at Murong Jinglue: "How did I teach a rebellious grandson like you?!"

"Grandfather, you will find your way back when you have lost your way." Murong Jing said one word at a time.

He only learned about what his grandfather had done a few years ago.

The so-called Xuanke Temple murder case was caused by my grandfather and the current emperor!
For the sake of power, they framed hundreds of lives in Xuanke Temple on King Dingbei, causing the young god of war who had protected the Zhou Dynasty for many years to die unexpectedly. From then on, the thirteen northern states were completely reduced to a racecourse for the Northern Yan cavalry, and countless people Homes were displaced, families were destroyed, and people were killed.

Murong Jinglue couldn't help but think of the fact that his ancestors of the Murong family also fought in the north and south, served the country, and were praised by the people as virtuous ministers and good generals.

But when it comes to my grandfather's generation, they are greedy for profit and do all kinds of evil.

The Murong family must not be dragged down by their grandfather.

He thought, silently looking at Jade Acacia.

Yu Hehuan nodded slightly, looked around, and said seriously: "Why, no one can give the answer to the riddle I asked?"

When no one answered, she smiled slightly and looked at the emperor: "Then, let me reveal the answer to the mystery. The real culprit in the Xuanke Temple murder case was not King Dingbei Zhou Wuyan, but the emperor and Prime Minister Murong!"

Full of uproar.

Murong Tao sternly said: "Yu Hehuan, you are so presumptuous!"

Zhou Shuo twisted the tourmaline beads, his lowered brows revealing an awe-inspiring killing intent. (End of chapter)