The concubine is so charming

Chapter 450 The Identity of the Prime Minister Revealed

The officials couldn't help thinking about it seriously, and they shuddered at the thought: indeed, after the princes had accidents one after another, the concubines in the palace did not get well, except for those who were thrown into the cold palace, it was the evil things they did in the past After being exposed, he was ordered to die by the emperor, or committed suicide in fear of crime, and even the family was implicated. Thinking about it now, is it too much of a coincidence?
Su Yao frowned slightly: This Mu Cixiu used such a vicious ultimate move as soon as he came up!
"Master Chu, all the things I just said happened after your imperial examination entered the imperial court. Do you think it's too coincidental?"

The Seventh Prince suddenly turned his head to look at Mu Cixiu, with a gleam in his eyes, he echoed his words and said, "I'm also very surprised about these things, father, although the brothers have different ideas, they are extremely important to you. Filial piety, why all kinds of thoughts are born in a short period of time, so that they kill each other to death in the end, it is really unimaginable, and I heard from the servant who took care of me that I also became crazy in a short time Silly, I still haven't found out why..."

The emperor looked at Chu Feiyan coldly: "Prime Minister Chu, how do you explain these things?"

Chu Feiyan's expression was flat, as if Mount Tai had collapsed in front of him without changing his expression: "Your Majesty, according to Mu Cixiu, there have been quite a few officials who have been in court for the past ten years. Are those people also suspicious?"

Mu Cixiu said: "It is true that there are officials who have stood in the court for ten years, but those officials are loyal and patriotic, so naturally they will not persecute the prince and concubines."

Chu Feiyan smiled: "According to what you said, I have enmity with those princes and concubines?"

"It's natural."

"Then tell me, what enmity do I have with those people?"

Mu Cixiu stood up, and walked slowly in front of Chu Feiyan: "Prime Minister Chu... No, maybe I should call you Your Highness the Prince!"

As soon as these words came out, a thunderbolt was thrown over the quiet hall.

"What does this mean?"

"When did Prime Minister Chu become the prince?"

"Mu Cixiu, please speak clearly!"

The emperor stood up and walked down the steps step by step. His steps were slightly slow, but the aura around him was surprisingly fierce: "Mu Cixiu, what did you mean just now?"

Mu Cixiu looked at Chu Feiyan with a half-smile: "You should ask Mr. Ning Ge about this. If you think about Prime Minister Chu's true identity, Mr. Ning Ge should be clear about it."

Ning Yu looked coldly, and looked at Mu Cixiu calmly: "Mr. Mu, if you think it's interesting for a person to talk to himself, please continue singing, but this old man is not interested in acting with you."

"Heh, Mr. Ning Ge, what happened back then was extremely secretive. If I didn't know the whole story, how could I dare to tell it openly above the court. After all, this matter is very important."

The emperor looked at Mu Cixiu sharply, and said in a cold voice, "I ask you, what do you mean by what you just said?"

"Since Ning Ge doesn't want to talk about it, let me explain to the emperor. There were rumors in the court that a prince would be born at noon on the fifteenth day of the sixth lunar month, and the personality of the person born at this hour It is extremely ominous and will bring disaster to the Daan Dynasty..."

"I don't need to hear what happened. I just want to ask you, why do you call Chu Feiyan the prince?"

"Your Majesty, because of this prophecy at the beginning, the Emperor had no choice but to put the Empress and the newborn prince into the cold palace. Everyone thought that this was the Emperor's punishment for them, but in fact, the Emperor wanted to use this cold way. Let's save them? It's a pity that three years later, the Da'an Dynasty was still plagued by natural disasters. As a last resort, the people united and asked the emperor to execute the empress and the prince. In the end, the emperor had to burn them to sacrifice to heaven under pressure. The emperor thought that Both the empress and the first prince were burned to death, but in fact, the first prince secretly replaced by Mr. Ning Ge saved him abruptly, and that first prince is now Prime Minister Chu!"

The emperor took two steps back abruptly, his eyes full of disbelief: "You... what evidence do you have?"

"Your Majesty, after the birth of the first prince, have you been secretly watched by people? Then you should know whether there are any imprints on him. Why don't you let people check the body of Chu Xiangye to see if there are any imprints in your memory? Woolen cloth?"

The emperor's body trembled violently, his neck was as stiff as a stone, and after a while he smoothly turned to Chu Feiyan's direction: "You...you..."

Mu Cixiu's eyes were cold, and his voice became clearer and clearer: "If your majesty doesn't believe me, you can also ask your bedside concubine Zhenfei. Back then, Chu Feiyan had been helped by the Yue family. Concubine Zhen's mother's family, Concubine Zhen and Prime Minister Chu were about the same age, and had been in contact with Prime Minister Chu for a long time. Concubine Zhen accidentally discovered that there was a red mole on the back of Prime Minister Chu's neck, and Nanny Yuan once said, After the first prince was born, there was also a red mole on the back of his neck, Nanny Yuan, I don't know if what I said is correct?"

Nanny Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground, heard this and quickly raised her head: "Yes, after the birth of the first prince, there was indeed a red mole on the back of the neck, and the red mole was very bright in color, like a bit of fine cinnabar... Yes, it's like cinnabar, the color is pretty..."

Hearing this, the emperor looked at Chu Feiyan with more and more complex eyes: "You...do you have a red mole mark on your body?" He spoke very slowly, with fear, expectation, and awe in his eyes. There is a thick cautiousness that seems to be condensed into substance.

"Your Majesty, when did the blood of the royal family be identified so easily? Mu Cixiu, the deposed son of Prince Rong, was still full of resentment towards him a few days ago, and he wished to kill him quickly; Madam Yuan , an old woman who has gone crazy, her words are all upside down, but she dared to speak nonsense here because she used her status as a servant in the former empress's palace; plus Concubine Zhen... Your Majesty, why don't I elaborate on Concubine Zhen Have you said it? With such a few people, how can their words be trusted?"

"I don't want to care whether their words can be trusted or not. I just want to know if there is a red mole on the back of your neck?" The emperor's eyes were almost crazy.

Su Yao, who had been silent all this time, stood up, straightened the hem of her skirt, and walked straight to Chu Feiyan's side: "Your Majesty, what if there is this mark, so what if there is no such mark? There are thousands of coincidences in the world. How can the emperor be sure that the red mole mark can prove his identity? A little red mole can be artificially added or erased artificially."

Mu Cixiu's hands that were tucked into his sleeves tightened slightly. At this moment, Su Yao's disgust and rejection of him reached the extreme. The strong emotions were transmitted to his heart through the concentric Gu, causing his heart to constrict at the same time. Together, at the same time, a dense sense of pain flowed through his body, making his eyes deeper and harder to discern:

"Princess Zhaohua is right. A red mole alone cannot prove Prime Minister Chu's identity. If that is the case, then I will bring other evidence!"

(End of this chapter)