The rebirth of the evil woman is not easy to mess with

Chapter 389 Celebrate!Zhao Zhao is dead!
Pang Wenzheng frowned and said: "It is said that it was because the Obscure Moon and his wife saved her life back then, and they wanted to save her in order to repay her kindness. She said that even if there was only one wreckage left, she would take her away, so that she would not feel guilty. disturbed."

"Oh, conscience? Tsk tsk, that Nianxi is not the daughter of the royal family of Liang, but she can become the princess of Liang, and she will be an ordinary person when she is sent to Dazhou as an envoy? Grateful, repaying kindness? How can you say such naive words? Believe it too?"

Queen Qiao turned around slowly, came to Pang Wenzheng, stretched out her hand and gently hooked his shoulder: "Pang Wenzheng, have you become swollen recently? So everything is taken for granted?"

Pang Wenzheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in shock: "Do you think there is something tricky in it?"

"I just think things are weird. Princess Nianxi is definitely not so irrational, unless this Li Qingmu is very important to her, but it shouldn't be. Even if it is important, but everyone is like this, is there any value? Or, Li Qingmu itself is the value?"

Pang Wenzheng's expression became gloomy, and she didn't feel it until she said it. There seemed to be something really wrong when she said it this way.

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Qi Yun will elect a new General Xiping in the next year, you have to get ready?"

"Hmph, that's natural, as long as you get the Tiger Talisman..."

When Pang Wenzheng said this, he showed a deep sneer!

He already has no less than three forces in his hands. As long as he gets the command of the southwestern border, he will really be done!
He looked down at the woman beside him, and sighed endlessly: "It's a pity that you are only [-] years old, but you have to follow this old man. Don't worry, I will give you an explanation when I'm done!"

"Explain?"

Queen Qiao looked at him with a meaningful smile.

……

Fanlou, as the most prosperous restaurant in Shengjing City, the dishes inside are exquisite and delicious, elegant and full of appreciation, it is a place where rich and powerful gather, and ordinary people can't enter Fanlou to enjoy those delicacies.

Today's Fanlou is full of guests and nobles, and there are bursts of singing and dancing in many private rooms, which is very lively.

"Come on, do it!"

In a private room, several rich and powerful children gathered together, with a beautiful woman playing the piano beside them, and someone serving wine and serving dishes. It was a very happy day.

"Brother Xiang, drink, drink!"

A man handed the wine glass to Xiang Yin, raised his head and took a sip, the wine glass hit the table heavily, and sighed: "Unexpectedly, then Li Qingmu is such a person, in order to be with the Seventeenth Prince Just a little bit of personal grievances, killing more than 600 people in the whole village, it is really cruel!"

"Yeah, I thought I had a good relationship with him back then, but now that I think about it, it's really embarrassing! Hey, brother Zizhan, why don't you speak?"

There are more than a dozen people at this table today, among them are Qiao Zizhan and Xiang Yin.

Xiang Yin is just the son of an ordinary businessman, so it stands to reason that he can't enter the elite circle, but who made the Xiang family rich?
Money can make ghosts grind, and the powerful want money, and Xiang's father is good at communication. Over time, Xiang's family has entered the power of the powerful, but they belong to the last.

He has been in a low mood for the past two days because of Brother Qiao'er.

When Chai Tieniu came back a few days ago, Qiaoer asked him if the matter was really as he said, Chai Tieniu just nodded blankly, and immediately, Chai Qiaoer cried to death.

She doesn't care about other people, but those are her parents, and they just died like this...

Qiao'er cried and cried, Xiang Yin tried to comfort her, but she still couldn't comfort her well, she shed tears every day.

Because of this incident, Xiang Yin didn't know what to do, and he didn't know how to face Ooyue and Li Qingmu, so after Li Qingmu was put on death row, the couple never took a look.

He knew that Qian Yi and Li Qingmu had grievances, and he also knew that Li Qingmu was cruel, so it's hard to say whether he did this.

Today, the dignitaries gathered, and he was invited, so he came to relax.

As for Qiao Zizhan, he is a rich man himself, so he also came together.

When everyone gathered together, apart from drinking and having fun, they would chat about some current affairs, among which Li Qingmu obviously became a hot topic of discussion.

Even though it had been several days since his beheading, the enthusiasm remained undiminished.

After all, the tragedy in Qingshui Village was too tragic, and it was too difficult to forget it in a short time.

Qiao Zizhan drank the wine in the wine cup in one gulp, and said coldly, "He won't do that."

"Shh-"

Someone hurriedly made a silent gesture, and winked at him, signaling to him that his words were wrong, so he quickly retracted them.

Li Qingmu massacred the villagers of Qingshui Village. This was decided by the Seventeenth Prince. If he said he couldn't do it, wouldn't it mean that the Seventeenth Prince slandered him in disguise?

Do you want to die.

Besides, are you close?

Qiao Zizhan had no expression on his face, and took another sip of wine. He is an arrogant person, and he doesn't like to be influenced by others. In some places, he can understand with Su Shi, but no one can understand what he thinks is right.

He doesn't like Li Qingmu, but to be honest, this person is not like a vicious person, the massacre case is tricky.

But now that everyone is dead, there is no way to get to the bottom of it. Besides, it is not worthwhile to offend the Seventeenth Prince.

Qiao Zizhan knew what was going on in his heart and understood the importance, so he just said a word and didn't say anything more.

"Hey, a generation of favorite ministers are in admiration!"

Some people sighed, some people sighed, but they all took pleasure in other people's misfortune.

Li Qingmu has a bad relationship with the rich and powerful, because when Qi Yun assigned him the task of impeaching ten people for a month at Yushitai, he specifically impeached the powerful and dignified, and found evidence that they ran rampant in the countryside and acted as minions for tigers, which made many people feel ashamed .

The so-called dignitaries refer to those descendants of aristocratic families, and those whose ancestors have been high-ranking officials and have been sheltered from generation to generation. These people form groups of three or four, form cliques for private interests, and gradually form factions in the court to fight against the emperor.

They will form a tight bond, and will dictate some of the emperor's policies, behaviors, and even his private life. Some weak emperors in the past have examples of government orders not staying in the middle palace.

In all dynasties, the powerful and noble families were the targets of the emperor's suppression (this was the case in the Tang Dynasty), so some perceptive people immediately sensed that the censor was unfriendly to them.

It’s fine if you’re not friendly to the rich and powerful. People from poor families are hostile to the rich and powerful themselves, but you are deeply favored by the emperor, so there’s something wrong!
It's the same reason that everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty.

Such a person who is not friendly to the powerful but friendly to the poor, if we let him go all the way up, wouldn't we be miserable?

Therefore, when they saw Li Qingmu beheaded, many people were celebrating.

Today's table of wine has the meaning of celebrating success.

Everyone drank with high spirits, some people got too drunk, and even knocked on the mouth of the bowl and sang, while others were reciting poems and composing Fu, living a corrupt and luxurious life.

At this moment, a young man ran in and whispered something in the ear of one of the young masters, and the complexion of that young master changed instantly.

"Everyone, be quiet..." He murmured, and the crowd immediately stopped singing, and some frowned, "What happened?"

He said: "Jing Zhaoyin's son, Zhao Zhao, is dead!"

(End of this chapter)