Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 111 Dongling
There were people coming and going outside, Qingcheng was alone, but she brought out all the money left on her body.

It was almost noon, and the morning in mid-May was still a little hot.

Qingcheng wiped off her sweat with her hands, and rushed to Biyunzhai. There were people coming and going in Biyunzhai, but not many people paid attention to her.

Bikong saw her coming, and politely invited her upstairs without showing any strangeness.

But Qingcheng rejected his proposal, and directly found a corner by the window in the lobby.

Throughout the ages, restaurants and wine shops were the places where news spread the fastest. She wanted to know what happened recently and what important things happened.

At this time, Biyunzhai was already very lively, with all kinds of voices intertwined together, very noisy and chaotic. Fortunately, Qingcheng could clearly distinguish everyone's voice, and it was not difficult to hear what they said.

Standing beside her, Bikong still treated her like an ordinary guest with a calm expression, but if you look carefully, you will find that Bikong is not so blunt and polite to her, but respectful and appreciative from the heart.

"My lord, what food do you want?" Bikong asked Qingcheng softly, her pair of clear eyes were very clean, calming down the impetuous heart.

Qingcheng glanced at him and said, "Just a few dishes are ready, give me a jug of wine."

Bikong went down respectfully, and Qingcheng carefully distinguished their words in that corner, filtering out useless information.

"My cousin was working in the palace, and she got sick and died. My aunt almost went blind from crying. Fortunately, the palace has subsidies. Sigh!" A man in green clothes in rough linen said sadly, full of regret.

"Disease? What disease? How did you die so quickly?" A middle-aged man in blue next to him asked puzzledly.

"Who knows, it is said that it was an epidemic, and several servants died." The man in Tsing Yi sighed slowly,
The man in blue asked again: "Do you think the prince is also sick?"

The man in Tsing Yi looked at it vigilantly for a week, then reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, you are a cursed prince."

The man in blue resentfully stopped mentioning this matter, but asked about gossip.

"Your cousin works in the palace, did you see Mu Qingcheng? That half of her face she saw on the street that day looked like a fairy, isn't it true?"

The man in Tsing Yi touched his head and replied: "I don't know, my cousin said that she has never seen Mu Qingcheng."

Speaking of this, the man in Tsing Yi turned his head to look around again, lowered his business and said to the man in blue: "My cousin said that the prince has never entered Mu Qingcheng's room. After thinking about it, I must know that Mu Qingcheng must be hated by the prince."

The man in blue nodded frequently, as if he already knew it.

Qingcheng was watching the two of them, and Bikong had already come over with wine and food.

Qingcheng turned his eyes back and looked at the meals on the table, including roast duck, stewed quail, wormwood bamboo shoots from the south of the Yangtze River, fresh crucian carp in vinegar, and Jibei yellow flowers.

A combination of meat and vegetables, and a pot of green bamboo leaves.

Bikong persistently filled the glass with a jug of wine. The wine in the glass was still swirling. The color was golden and transparent with a hint of greenish green. Digest and promote body fluid.

Qingcheng picked up the wine glass, took a sip, slightly bitter, soft and sweet, with endless aftertaste.

This is the best bamboo leaf green, Qingcheng can feel the aroma of wine in his mouth, which has not dissipated for a long time.

"Call me if you need it, and don't disturb your son's meal." Bikong walked away with a cup of pastel flowers at the right time.

Qingcheng's eyes moved to the crowded place at the middle table again, listening to their discussion.

Qingcheng concentrated her attention and heard the word Dongling. The land style of Dongling is not much different from Canglan, but it is more forceful, likes aggression, and often has internal strife. Several things can happen every day, all about fighting.

What county and what town started fighting, and the second and third princes fought again over a trivial matter.

In short, Tang Ling's biggest characteristic is that he likes to fight, no matter how he wins or loses.

Many of Canglan's people like to call them barbarians, rude, uneducated, and low-educated.

However, Dongling's national strength in the Canglan Continent is second only to the Canglan Dynasty, which also proves that it must not be underestimated.

Regardless of whether it was outrageous or unreasonable, at least Tang Ling had strength.

Qingcheng recalled the books she had read and what she knew, and listened to their conversation.

"It is said that Tanglin Palace is in civil turmoil again."

"What's so strange about this, isn't it normal?"

"Emperor Dongling is on the verge of dying, but he hasn't established a crown prince for a long time, so the battle between the princes is getting more and more fierce."

"Isn't this something that Quan Canglan knows? The princes are fighting all day long."

"Yes, several princes framed the second prince together, saying that he poisoned the emperor Dongling's medicine, and the imperial concubine became a scapegoat for no reason. After finding out, the pain of the second prince's loss of his wife could not be calmed down, so he disappeared in a rage gone."

"Ah? What's the matter again? Tell me quickly, what happened at that time." These words aroused the curiosity of all the people on the side, and they didn't expect to hear the palace secrets.

The man began to talk endlessly, and it turned out that the matter was like this.

The old emperor of Dongling was seriously ill, and the second prince waited on him in the palace. The emperor's illness improved, but his life began to die again because of a bowl of poisoned medicine. Later, the other princes found evidence, each of which pointed to the second prince. .

The second imperial concubine saw that all the evidence was against the second prince, and the two were put in a dungeon and tortured.

For the sake of the second prince, the second imperial concubine voluntarily confessed to being poisoned, and then slammed her head to death.

Just a few days after the second concubine's death, the second prince produced evidence to prove his innocence, but it was the third prince who framed and framed him.

The emperor was furious, spat out a mouthful of blood, and put the third prince in prison.

And because the second prince couldn't bear the pain of losing his wife, he left Dongling in a fit of anger, and no one knew where he was going.

This matter was well known in Dongling, and the man who spoke had heard about it when his family was doing business in Dongling.

Qingcheng listened to all the words in silence, sorted things out, and then suddenly smiled, with an extremely weird smile on the corner of her lips, but with a clear understanding.

A plan is a plan, a game is in a game, I am afraid that the second prince's strategy is not as bad as Cang Lan's.

Dong Ling is not only good at using martial arts, he is still very smart when he uses his brain.

The bowl of poisoned medicine had been calculated by the second prince, and when the other princes started to make arrangements, he simply followed the plan and let the matter develop according to their plan. In fact, everything had already been arranged and operated secretly.

The second prince and the second imperial concubine are in prison, and I am afraid that the death of the second imperial concubine is also in his calculations. He has suffered unfair injustice and been imprisoned, and finally his wife died. His side.
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The information of Zhuyeqing is taken from Baidu
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