Dressed as an evil mother-in-law, I will clean up and take the whole family away

Chapter 311 The death of the late emperor
Spicy crab, steamed crab, fried crab with onion and ginger, garlic crab... She placed nine large plates.

It's already dark by the time we finish, and we should be hungry.

The fragrance entered the room. Gu Panxing was the first to get up, opened the door and smelled the smell: "Mom, it smells so good!"

Compared to the dishes he had eaten at home, it was simply heaven and earth.

He was not used to Beijing's taste, and his mother's cooking skills immediately aroused his greed.

Several adults also got up one after another and sat on their chairs, unable to help but salivate.

Someone has been sent to invite Wu Yanzhi.

Even though he was wearing clothes, his anger was still coming out. He couldn't help shouting: "Is there any news from the city?"

Laifu was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the face, which made Laifu feel aggrieved and dare not say a word.

"Go back to Beijing immediately, something happened!" Wu Yanzhi walked out anxiously, opened the door and saw a group of villagers waiting eagerly.

As soon as they saw the prince, everyone immediately bowed in confusion: "Your Majesty, the crabs I caught this morning have been cooked into a full crab feast, and they are waiting for you!"

"It smells delicious. Smell it."

"roll!"

Wu Yanzhi shouted angrily.

Laifu immediately ran out, scolded the villagers to both sides, and then went to fetch the carriage.

Wu Yanzhi disliked the slow speed of the carriage, so he immediately untied the carriage, got on his horse, and clamped down on the horse's belly.

The figure jumped out far away.

Laifu quickly got on his horse and followed him.

Without the prince around, the adults felt more relaxed.

"Mrs. Lin, do you have some wine?"

"Yes, the crab is delicious, but it just feels like it's a bit lacking."

"Wine, hahaha, all I need is wine."

"Yes, right away." Lin Ling quickly asked Zhuang Mao to bring the wine.

That's home-brewed soju.

Several adults poured the wine, and they started to toast me, and I toasted you, which was a great pleasure.

With Gu Panxing accompanying him, Lin Ling told Zhuang Mao to keep an eye on him and go out to find the fish shopkeeper.

"Wu Yanzhi has returned to Beijing." After closing the door, she got straight to the point.

The shopkeeper was wiping the knife with a slight smile on his face: "It's too late. He has already unlocked the city gate when he went back. Even if he can get in, the weather has changed."

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing, Lin Ling hummed: "It's good that you know. I'll go back and get busy first."

Those adults still need someone to entertain them.

In the palace at this time.

A fire suddenly broke out in the side hall of the imperial study. The fire was very strong, and there was a favorable wind. In just a moment after it got up, half of the sky was burning red.

Someone in the palace saw it and shouted quickly: "It's gone, it's gone!"

Both the palace servants and the guards rushed to fetch water and put out the fire.

"Quick, the emperor is still inside!"

"emperor!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The guards ran without stopping.

Hearing that there was a fire in the side hall where the emperor lived, the concubines and concubines came to help. They saw a figure rushing out of the window that was already on fire.

The figure was close to the window, hammering the window again and again, as if silently asking for help, but it seemed that his body was already on fire, and soon even the window was on fire.

There was too little water, and the air was filled with a strong smell of kerosene. Half an hour later, the side hall suddenly collapsed.

An hour later, the fire was extinguished, leaving only ashes and white smoke.

"Where is the father?"

Wu Yanzhi was stopped at the city gate for a long time, and finally put a knife on the neck of the defender, and then entered the city smoothly. When he returned to his house, before he could finish listening to his subordinates' report, he heard that there was a fire in the side hall of the royal study, so he hurried there .

After pushing through the crowd, his eyes turned red when he saw the house of ashes.

"What's going on? Are the palace servants blind? If you dare to leave your post without permission, all of them will be killed with a cane!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace people kept shouting for mercy.

The concubines looked at him with complicated expressions.

One of them, Qi Guiren, was alone, had no clans, and had no children. She thought that the emperor had already died and could not escape the fate of being buried with him. She was only eighteen years old, why should she die so casually? She roared as if venting her grievances, venting her anger on these high-ranking men.

"Wu Yanzhi, what if you kill your father and become emperor? Sooner or later, you will be pulled down from that position. I am below, waiting for you!"

She was looking at the dead old emperor through him.

Laifu glanced over with murderous intent!
Wu Yanzhi slowly turned back to stare at this noble man whom he had never paid attention to, and then looked at the others, frowning: "Why did I kill my father?"

Everyone looked at him as if they believed he was the murderer, which was very detrimental to his ascension to the throne.

"The side hall has been sprinkled with kerosene. Besides you, who else dares to make such a big move in the side hall without being discovered? As for why, of course it is for the throne! The emperor has not appointed a prince for a long time. You are anxious and scared, but Once the old emperor dies, only you can take the throne!"

Qi Guiren said to himself like crazy: "I have only been in the palace for a year. I obviously have a better life. Why, why do I have to be controlled by you all the time?"

"I will never let you go, even if I die!"

She slammed into the wall, and there was a muffled sound. She fell to the ground with blood streaming from her forehead.

"Ah, great doctor, great doctor!"

"Dead!"

Some concubines fainted from fright.

Wu Yanzhi looked at the noisy group of women and ordered: "My father is so blessed that he cannot die like this. You go back first, and I will look for you later."

He didn't believe it was so easy to die.

Calling more people, he rummaged through the ashes himself.

Half an hour later, the side hall was turned upside down. Under the beam, there was a corpse broken into two parts. The waist part had been smashed, but judging from the body shape, there was no doubt that it was the emperor.

Wu Yanzhi didn't believe it, so he called a famous widower to come to the capital. From the age of the bones and the fact that the emperor was weak and sick, the slight discoloration when touched by a silver needle proved that it was the emperor.

But Wu Yanzhi didn't set the fire.

Could it be...

"Your Majesty, the Shen family requested an order to remove their armor and return to their fields and return to their hometown in Qingyang." Laifu came to report immediately after receiving the news.

When things are connected, it becomes much clearer.

Burning the emperor to death was the surrender of the Shen family. If not, Wu Yanzhi would never let them leave the capital, let alone tolerate his nineteenth brother being alive.

But now, taking advantage of their weakness, they voluntarily left the capital, which is indeed very sincere.

"Yes."

Without the Shen family, no one dared to compete with him anymore. No wonder he went to Miaojiao Village and gave these people a chance, but they didn't dare to take action.

After thinking about it, Wu Yanzhi calmed down and began to order people to prepare for the national funeral. He also began to secretly make friends with ministers and let them declare him emperor!

Too much happened in one night.

Waiting for daybreak, the news of the late emperor's death spread throughout the country.

The drunken officials in Miaojiao Village quickly got up and cleaned up.

Lin Ling found Gu Panxing, took a deep breath, and reduced the words to one sentence: "You must never offend the Sixth Prince. If you can't bear it, you have to hold it back. Do you understand?"

"Yes."