The girl in the coffin: Feng Jue Tianxia

Chapter 457 Wang Yuer's Conspiracy (2)

Prime Minister Wang stood at the door of the Buddhist hall, looking at the fallen woman in the Buddhist hall, his complexion gradually became gloomy, his eyes lost focus, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said flatly to the housekeeper beside him, "Wang Wang Steward, you will take care of Mrs. Liu Biru's matter, and give her a proper burial."

The man standing beside him not far from Prime Minister Wang had a slightly aged face and a sad look on his face. He lowered his eyes, a trace of sadness flashed across him quietly, and replied respectfully, "Yes, master."

Prime Minister Wang glanced at the woman in the Buddhist hall again, and immediately turned his eyes away. There was deep disappointment and hidden pain in his eyes. He turned and left resolutely without taking a look.

My heart ached, but I still said secretly, "Bi Ru, you really let me down. I didn't expect that you, who were smart all your life, would choose to leave like this."
An eunuch in scarlet hurriedly ran to the imperial study room and stood at the door, his lowered eyes were full of fear, he bowed his head, his voice was respectful but trembling, "Your Majesty—the Empress Dowager!" — gone."
"What?" The extremely majestic voice came from the imperial study room with a trace of anger.

Huang Pujue, who was sitting on the chair in the imperial study, had a serious face, wrinkled brows, and red eyes.

After a few days of finishing the memorial, Huang Pujue finally took some time out from the queen's place, and hurriedly came to review the memorial, but he didn't expect that the queen disappeared after he hadn't walked for a long time.

The eunuch standing at the door of the imperial study trembled, the expression of fear in his lowered eyes deepened, his voice became softer, and the trembling became more severe, "Qi--the emperor--the empress, she -- gone."

I only heard the sound of crackling and throwing things from the imperial study room, and then there was a roar of an angry hippopotamus, "Hurry up and find—"

Hearing that he was looking for him, the eunuch's voice was no longer trembling, but rather relaxed, and he responded respectfully, "Yes—the emperor—the servant will look for it now."
At the moment when he was relaxing, the voice from the imperial study completely tensed his nerves, "If you can't find the empress, none of you will be alive." The cold voice floated in the air. The imperial study room, slowly passed outside the study room, the eunuch at the door, his face was as pale as paper, his feet became limp in an instant, his figure was unstable, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

His eyes flickered more and more fiercely, the light in his eyes seemed to be gradually breaking apart, a glimmer of despair filled his gray pupils, and he appeared dead silent, his stammering tone showed a taste of dead silence, " Yes—the emperor—the servant will—find the queen—the empress.”

"Hurry up——" An impatient machine voice came from the imperial study room, mixed with strong worry.

He trembled again in fright, and quickly leaned back and stepped back.
In the imperial study room, Huang Pu stood upright, staring intently at the only painting hanging in the imperial study room.

It was an extremely beautiful painting. In the painting, there was a woman standing in the back garden of the imperial palace. Her appearance made all the flowers look pale.

Wearing a light red shirt and skirt fluttering in the wind, she moves gracefully, and her smile is elegant and gorgeous.

(End of this chapter)