The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 376: Adding a Sword (1)
Seeing that Emperor Jingyuan had issued an order, the officials, Nie Ziling and others could not say anything more, and the debate was suspended because Bai Zhan was taken into custody.

When the crowd dispersed, only Emperor Jing Yuan was left in the entire Zichen Palace. As an emperor, he was aloof, but it was the most difficult to guess people's hearts. Whether it was the envoy of the Western Qin Dynasty, the Jinyang Palace, or the kidnapped assassin, he didn't believe any of them. !

All the eunuchs and maids were outside the palace, and Du Gaoxian was waiting on the side. Seeing that Emperor Jing Yuan's face was as frosty, he said softly: "Your Majesty, don't worry, you have become much haggard after a few days. This old slave will die now." The Imperial Dining Room prepares a medicinal soup that clears the heart and nourishes the spirit."

After speaking, Gao Xian walked outside the Zichen Hall.

Just now he ordered the little eunuch to go to the imperial dining room, when Gao Xian raised his head, he saw Uncle Li standing under the shade of a tree, seeing that he saw him, Uncle Li nodded and smiled, and walked towards Gao Xian.

It was not a day or two for Uncle Li Guo to show his affection to Gao Xian, and all the outlandish gadgets outside the palace were sent to Gao Xian. As an old slave who had never left his body for decades in front of Emperor Jing Yuan, Gao Xian had the greatest face.He often walks by the river, how can he not know that Uncle Li Guo intends to make friends with him?

However, already occupying the high position of the uncle of the country, he still wants to curry favor with the old slave in front of His Majesty, what is he thinking?
Thinking of this, Uncle Li Guo had already arrived in front of Gao Xian, with a smile on his fleshy face: "Gao Gonggong, how did you think about the old man's discussion with you last time?"

"This..." Gao Xian was silent for a moment, and responded with a smile: "Uncle Guo ordered, how dare I disobey this old slave? Thanks to Uncle Guo, if there is anything that can be convenient in the future, Uncle Guo just speaks up." That's right."

Uncle Li Guo saw that the matter was more than half completed, and his small eyes shone with light: "Everything will be accomplished every day, and I will never forget Eunuch Gao's success! As long as His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince is here for a day, he will have the glory of Eunuch Gao for a day." Wealthy!"

When it comes to winter, the autumn leaves fall in the deep palace, and the eyes are full of desolation, even more gloomy and cold. Someone is secretly planning a shocking event, but the Seventh Prince's bedroom is extremely lively.

"Your Highness Seventh! Stop messing around!" The maid chased in the courtyard, but she couldn't keep up with the Seventh Prince Baili Mingxu's footsteps.

He held the shadow puppet bauble in his hand, and ran all the way to the depths of the corridor, turning his head and making funny faces at the maids: "You can't catch me! You can't catch me!"

"Your Highness Seventh, if you let the empress know that you don't study hard, he will kill the slaves! I beg you to go back quickly! It's windy here, be careful you're freezing!"

Baili Mingxu didn't want to listen, he finally got rid of those annoying homework, he was as free as a bird flying out of the cage, he speeded up and ran forward, and suddenly bumped into a little eunuch rushing over On him, the little eunuch hugged him: "Oh, His Royal Highness, why are you here!"

The court lady who was chasing Baili Mingxu hurriedly shouted: "Little Fuzi! Stop His Highness the Seventh Prince quickly! Hurry up!"

The little eunuch named Xiao Fuzi was holding on to Baili Mingxu, while panting, "Sisters, I just heard that the teacher of His Highness the Seventh Prince... the number one scholar Mo Yu committed suicide in prison last night! "

Baili Mingxu was still struggling at first, but when he heard Xiao Fuzi's words, he was frightened and froze. It's true that he didn't like studying with Mo Yu, but he never thought that Mo Yu would die.

The maids in the Seventh Prince's bedroom are not as constrained as they are in other places. After hearing this, one of them sighed: "Why did you die? There is no sign at all."

The other snorted: "Killer pays for his life. If he dared to kill Jing's son-in-law, he should pay for his life! In my opinion, even if he committed suicide, he should be flogged!"

Baili Mingxu didn't understand punishments, and judged wrong and right based on a child's reasoning, and then echoed: "It turns out that Mo Yu is a bad person! He died well!"

He thought about it, and then laughed: "I don't need to study in the future! He died so well! I can play in the future!"

He smiled, broke free from Xiao Fuzi's shackles, and ran forward bouncing around.

"Your Highness the Seventh!"

"Your Highness the Seventh!"

The palace people started chasing and shouting in a hurry. It can be seen that the life and death of others is actually nothing in their eyes. Whether it is Jing Consort or Mo Yu, it is just a topic for a while.

Bai Lijing was waiting, waiting for Mo Yu's verdict. Even if he committed suicide in fear of crime, he still had to be convicted.

However, there was no news on the first day. The Ministry of Punishment meant that His Majesty was too busy to take care of this matter.And the people from the palace have already started to pack Bailijing's things, preparing to let her move back to the palace.

From getting married on the [-]th day of March to Mo Wen's death on the [-]th day of October, for seven months, the couple lived in a corner of the Xiangfu, but their memories were left everywhere here, hurting the living people every step of the way...

In "You Feng Lai Yi", she was busy cleaning up, and Bai Lijing was walking aimlessly in the garden of the West Wing. When she first married into the Xiangfu, the begonias in the garden were so beautiful. Now it is winter, and all the flowers and plants have withered defeat.She is a useless person, unable to guard her lover, unable to avenge hatred, she is useless.

The peach grove in the side courtyard is only bleak, the lotus leaves in the pond are all withered and yellow, no one sits and fishes by the pond anymore, and no one hugs her anxiously, writing "Don't leave me behind".The reason why her heart fell was sometimes extremely absurd. Before she went to the Northwest, Mo Wen played the piece for her and held her hand in the peach forest late at night, and she suddenly began to miss him.She has been looking forward to someone who can hold her hand and walk through the dark night, the barren and fettered thorns...

Unfortunately, in the end, Han Ye let go of her hand, and she shook off Mo Wen's hand.No matter what she discarded or what she discarded, it was her heart's place of peace.God doesn't seem to want her to have a peaceful life.

Sitting by the pool for a long time, this is the seat where Mo Wen used to sit. She always turned her head frequently in the faint tree shadow, thinking that he would suddenly come to her side. Her hand, she just knew.

Regret, remorse, and bewilderment, just as she lost Han Ye suddenly for no reason, she also lost Mo Wen suddenly for no reason, she couldn't find Han Ye's theory, let alone Mo Wen's confrontation, even the murderer who killed Mo Wen It is also impossible to ask clearly in person.She blamed herself, hated herself so much that she was going crazy, she couldn't tell anyone, it was all her fault, in fact, she was the one who forced Mo Wen to death.People all over the world may laugh at her or sympathize with her, but no one knows that she is doing it on her own.

In a trance, she walked along the path in the forest they had walked through, crossed the stone bridge, and came to the hut in the side courtyard, but she didn't even dare to take another step.If a person really has a soul after death, does Mo Wen's soul hide in the hut?
Bai Lijing stood still in front of the house, looked at the closed door, and finally turned around.She took a deep breath, the cold winter wind made people's breath stagnate, once she came here, she remembered the hysterical quarrel they had the night before Mo Wen's death, no, it was her hysterical questioning alone, Mo Wen couldn't speak, he never quarreled with her.

(End of this chapter)