After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Seeing that they were frightened, Zhou Shuo raised his voice without hesitation: "I heard that Fushan was planning to rebel. Whoever can cut off his head will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold and be granted the title of Marquis of ten thousand households!"

As soon as the words fell, the imperial guards who were originally timid moved forward bravely, and they really wanted to cut off Taishi Wen's head!

Swords were not allowed for banquets in the palace. Hearing that the Grand Master was unarmed, he overturned the low case and used the low case to block the weapons!

Suddenly the sound of fighting broke out in the hall, and some timid officials and even family members screamed.

Seeing and hearing that the grand master was at a disadvantage, the eunuch's voice suddenly came from outside the palace: "The imperial concubine has arrived——!"

Everyone quickly looked around and saw Rong Jiarong, accompanied by Concubine Rong Guifei, stepping into the palace threshold surrounded by palace people.

Concubine Rong has not appeared in front of others for many years.

The candles were bright, and she walked through the golden palace step by step, her palace skirt trailing her phoenix hairpin gracefully, her face that had not been eroded by time was particularly beautiful and graceful, and her body had more of the gentleness that time had given her.

Some juniors who had never seen her were immediately shocked, while officials who had seen her before marveled that her beauty had not changed.

The most beautiful woman in Beijing in the past, even though she has grown old, she is still worthy of the title of beauty.

Zhou Shuo raised his hand to stop the fierce fight in the palace.

He stared at Concubine Rong from a distance, and his voice was trembling: "Yue Lan, after all these years, you are finally willing to come out?"

Their eyes met, Rong Yuelan smiled: "Your Majesty, all blessings. I come here tonight to seek justice for King Dingbei."

The light in Zhou Shuo's eyes gradually dimmed.

His lip lines were very tight, his pupils were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and his gray hair on his temples swayed in the cold wind, making him look inexplicably older.

He said slowly: "Yue Lan, everyone is forcing me, do you want me too? Have I not been good to you in these years? The food and clothing in your palace are the best in the world. If you don't want to sleep with me, I will never force you. If any concubines try to humiliate you or belittle you, I will kill them mercilessly. Yue Lan, I have never been sorry for you. Why do you still care about Zhou? All right?"

As he spoke, he seemed to collapse a little, and his eyes became increasingly red.

Rong Yuelan still maintained a gentle and graceful attitude, and said softly: "Your Majesty's so-called treatment of my concubine is to use the Xuanke Temple massacre to kill the family who exiled me? At that time, my biological brother was also in Xuanke Temple. However, he was brutally killed by His Majesty's people, and the Rong family was accused of being a member of the Northern King's party. Their family was confiscated and exiled, so as to take back the military power... In the end, the huge Rong family was left with only one concubine and Jia, who had a chance to escape. hon.”

Two lines of clear tears rolled down the woman's beautiful face.

God did not treat her half of her life favorably because of her beauty.

You can hear a needle drop in the hall.

Rong Yuelan smiled bitterly: "If this is what Your Majesty calls love, then it is too heavy, and I am really not blessed to bear it."

"I was forced!" Zhou Shuo looked like a madman, and the twelve pearls on his forehead collided violently, "If I don't kill Zhou Wuyan, he will plot to seize my throne, and he will plot to seize you! I have no choice, Yue Lan, I have no choice! I'm afraid, I can't sleep well at night when I think of Zhou Wuhuang leading hundreds of thousands of troops to guard the border! What do you want me to do? I have no other choice but to kill him! !”

He stood in front of the throne and screamed, his bright dragon robe and golden dragon chair almost blending into the same color.

And he was tightly bound and wrapped by that ball of yellow, and the gorgeous dragon robe and dragon chair became a cold prison that imprisoned him. He couldn't let go, escape, or break away, until he completely sank in, until he loved this color more than anything else. Love his own life!

"He never thought about seizing the throne!" Rong Yuelan broke down and screamed, as if he wanted to vent all the anger and grievances he had accumulated for more than 20 years, "He gave up the throne to you, he supported you He has never wanted to compete with you to become the emperor! He has never loved me. It’s just my wishful thinking towards him! Zhou Shuo, it’s my wishful thinking towards him! I don’t love you, why don’t you kill me? Instead of killing me, you’re going to hurt your brothers!”

The woman's shrill questioning voice echoed repeatedly in the golden palace.

Zhou Shuo stood alone on a high place.

Zhou Wuyang died.

He died more than twenty years ago, due to his cunning plot.

When he dreamed back at midnight, he also dreamed of Zhou Wuyou. Covered in blood, he stood by the snowy Xuanhu River, staring into his eyes and asking him why he betrayed him.

why?

In the dream, Zhou Shuo couldn't answer.

He was afraid to see Zhou Wuyan's eyes.

The lights in the golden palace are bright.

Zhou Shuo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a strange and eerie smile appeared on his face.

He said: "I will kill him, so what? I am the emperor, I don't care about loyalty or traitor, I can kill whoever I want."

As soon as these words came out, it was completely confirmed that Zhou Wuxu was indeed wronged.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty looked at each other in shock.

Zhou Shuo waved his hand and said calmly: "I'm tired. Come here, send Concubine Rong back to the palace, and capture Wen Fushan and put her in a prison."

Concubine Rong couldn't believe it: "Zhou Shuo, you have reached this point, don't you still know how to repent?!"

"Repent? Repent for what?" Zhou Shuo sneered, his eyebrows full of contempt, "Zhou Wuxu is dead, what can he do to me? Thunder, rain and dew are all the kindness of the king. If you tell your ministers to die, your ministers will not die and are unfaithful. He is already dead! What can he do to me? Hahahahaha!"

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed triumphantly.

The Twelve Pearl Emperor's Crown tilted to one side, looking even more absurd and crazy.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from below: "Although my father can't do anything to you, I can."

Zhou Shuo suddenly stared at that person.

It's Xiao Fengxian.

A young man in his early twenties, wearing a golden robe with a gold hairpin and a leather belt around his waist. He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and is gorgeous. Standing in the candlelight, he looks as bright as a god.

His eyebrows...

Zhou Shuo was shocked to realize tonight that Xiao Fengxian's features were so similar to Zhou Wuxian's!
His chest rose and fell, he gasped a few times, and asked in a trembling voice full of alertness: "What did you say? Father? What father?"

Xiao Fengxian said calmly: "Dingbei King Zhou Wuyi is my father."

The sound of a needle dropping could be heard again in the Golden Palace.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, forgetting to even breathe at this moment.

Xiao Fengxian...

Is he the son of King Dingbei? !

How is this possible? !

However, the older generation of courtiers all noticed that Xiao Fengxian and Zhou Wuxian had similar looks and body shapes. More than twenty years had passed, and the emperor had explicitly forbidden mention of Zhou Wuxian, so they thought they had long forgotten the charm of King Dingbei. However, this time At this moment, they suddenly remembered that Xiao Fengxian and Zhou Wuxian were so similar.

Zhou Shuo's expression changed drastically.

Xiao Fengxian said slowly: "More than twenty years ago, my father was killed by you, and your mother was also hunted down by you. My mother's maid held a dead baby and burned herself in the tavern, making you mistakenly think that you had eliminated the root cause and no longer have any worries. , but I didn’t know that my mother had already taken me to Lingzhou City in the south. On that snowy night, my mother was seriously injured and dying. When she was dying in the snow, she happened to be hit by Xiao Long, a villager who came out to drink. He entrusted it to Xiao Long and gave him all the valuable things. From then on, there was no son of Princess Beiyan and King Dingbei, only the son of the prostitute of the Xiao family, Xiao Fengxian." (End of this chapter)