The first daughter is poisonous, the lord goes to bed obediently

Chapter 267 Spring Rain Begonia
"Mother..." Ji Shiliu woke up and immediately stopped talking after seeing so many people.

He stood up, looking at the ruins in front of him, his eyes were full of desolation.

Ji Shiliu ran over uncontrollably, Gu Fan desperately grabbed him and said, "Sixteen, don't go, it's too dangerous!"

"Besides, people can't be resurrected after death. She hopes that she can live in your heart forever."

Ji Shiliu's legs were stiff, she knelt down on one knee, and punched the wet soil after the rain.

The mud stained his robe, and he waved his hand in mid-air, and his fingers were rubbed with thorns to produce bright red blood, but he didn't even notice it.

Looking at the address he just blurted out and his gaffe, the detectives from the Ministry of Punishment couldn't help wondering, "Who is the queen mother, Mr. Ji?"

They thought of the ice coffin they saw in the cave, and they were all curious about who the woman in the ice coffin was.

As a result, they never even saw each other, and her body disappeared along with the cave.

Feng Xihe said softly: "What mother queen? Probably Mr. Ji was confused for a while."

The policemen were taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Gu Shiyin, but there was no response, so they took the dejected Gu Jincheng away first.

"Prince Yu, Concubine Yu, I will take my humble leave first."

If Ji Shiliu had a special status, these two people in front of him probably knew about it.

It was almost time for everyone to disperse, and the fire in the cave completely disappeared, leaving only a puddle of scorched earth.

"Gu Fan, help me get a jar." Ji Shiliu looked over blankly, got up slowly, walked to the edge of the cave, and digged the scorched earth vigorously, trying to separate the ashes of his mother.

"Mother..." Ji Shiliu lowered her head and murmured.

There were many sharp weapons in the scorched earth that could not be burned to ashes, but in a short while, the back of his hands was already dripping with blood, mixed with the original wounds, making his hands look bloody and bloody.

Gu Fan couldn't persuade him, seeing him like this, he twitched in distress.

She squatted silently, put a porcelain jar aside, and helped him, regardless of the dirty coke and hard sharp tools, her fingernails were broken, and there were bloodstains on her pale wrists.

After one or two hours, they finally put a pile of ashes mixed with coke into a porcelain jar.

Ji Shiliu held the porcelain pot in her arms like a treasure, and no one would ever try to take away his mother.

Gu Fan glanced at it and responded silently.

"Gu Fan!" After a while, Ji Shiliu came back to his senses and asked, "Is Fei Fei injured?"

Even though he knew that all of this was arranged by them alone, he still worried about her safety.

Gu Fan's heart was suffocated, and then she lowered her eyelashes to hide the sadness in her eyes, and squeezed a smile from the corner of her lips, "Don't worry, before coming here, the princess gave us the antidote to the poisonous miasma , and secretly brought Miss Zhao here."

"Later, when Ms. Rong ordered people to take her away in the chaos, our people mingled with them and stuffed Ms. Zhao into a sack."

Presumably, at this moment, Qian Feifei should have arrived home safely.

Qian Feifei was hiding behind a towering tree, the thick trunk covered her slender body, only the corners of her goose-yellow clothes were exposed.

Qian Feifei watched for a long time, seeing Gu Fan and Ji Shiliu looking for something together, she felt far away from them.

She always felt that Ji Shiliu hid something very important from her, and this matter, Gu Fan knew, maybe he and Gu Fan were people from the same world.

At this time, Qian Feifei felt someone patting her on the shoulder, and when she turned her head, she saw Feng Xihe.

"Xihe, you haven't left yet?" Qian Feifei turned her eyes away to hide her strange emotion.

Feng Xihe didn't say anything, but said with a smile: "If you want to leave, you can come with us."

Emotional matters need to be resolved by themselves, and she can't help much.

Qian Feifei took another look at Ji Shiliu who was not far away, then turned her head again, and said softly, "I'll go with you."

On the wilderness outside the city, a piece of ashes buried everything, as if nothing had ever happened.

The spring rain falls one after another, as dense as weaving.

In Jinling City, in a remote alley, a carved window was slowly opened.

On the table by the window is a withered Begonia.

A woman wearing a black jacquard veil looked at the Begonia flowers for a long time, then poked her head out slightly, but she didn't dare to be too conspicuous. This is Mrs. Yu as others said.

Her Danfeng eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of autumn water, flowing slowly.

And her eyes were clouded, making it hard to see what was in her heart.

Not long after, the little servant girl came over and told her: "Ma'am, His Highness the Second Prince has been thrown into prison. His Majesty is very angry because of his collusion with the Poison Sect and his arbitrarily supporting the dead."

"Ma'am, look, if there is no way to save His Royal Highness the Second Prince, after all you..."

"I already know about this." Madam Yu's eyes were slightly closed, as if she was not moved at all.

"The prince didn't die back then, and he had to deal with not only Prince Yu, but also the idiot of the third prince." She said indifferently: "If he can't even get through this hurdle, how can I expect him to be able to fight with him?" Is there a former prince supported by Prince Yu to contend with?"

Hearing this, the little maid immediately fell silent and retreated silently.

Madam Yu looked at the passers-by with oil-paper umbrellas on the street for a while, and suddenly frowned again. She picked up the wilted crabapple flower from the table, and cut off the stem at once.

"Sister, I didn't expect your son to live so long. Even I didn't know he was still alive..." She sighed leisurely, her eyes filled with irritability and weariness of this turbid world.

In the evening, the majestic palace wall towers in the night wind, exuding a soft yet majestic brilliance under the moonlight.

In the Dragonsong Palace, with fluttering curtains hanging down to the floor, Emperor Changde was lying on the dragon couch in bright yellow pajamas.

He tightly held the corner of the brocade quilt embroidered with Double Dragon Playing Beads, his face was pale, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead to his cheeks.

Emperor Changde felt as if he was walking in a vast mist. Suddenly, the clouds and mist in front of him dispersed, and he returned to the bright palace with red soft tents inside.

A woman in gorgeous neon clothes is sitting in front of a bronze mirror with a lotus leaf and phoenix pattern. She is picking up an ivory comb and doing her makeup in front of the mirror.

"Yuxin..." Emperor Changde's lips twitched, and a name that he hadn't mentioned for a long time slowly flowed out of his mouth.

He walked over with strides, and couldn't wait to look at the bronze mirror, only to see that the reflected woman's face was peerless, like a flower, warm as a jade, with beautiful eyebrows, and the moment she lowered her head, she was charming and charming, Rao is even more yearning than the snow lotus in the snow-capped mountains.

This is the woman who made him miss countless days and nights. Emperor Chang De couldn't help picking up the ivory comb and combing her hair clumsily.

He felt the feeling of regaining what was lost, and then, he put down the ivory comb, turned her over very gently, and hugged her in his arms.

"Your Majesty..." the woman called out shyly, and then timidly buried her head in her arms.

He held his breath and closed his eyes slightly, wanting to cherish this moment forever.

However, the next moment, his heart ached.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the woman in his arms holding a sharp dagger and stabbing him in the heart.

Her face became ferocious, and she shouted hoarsely: "Gu Ziheng, you are sorry for me!"

He covered his heart, widened his eyes in horror, and kept asking: "Are you Yuxin or Yulan?"

The woman didn't answer him, and she disappeared in a blink of an eye. He seemed to see a snow-capped mountain full of corpses, and countless innocent souls were reaching out to him.

He kept backing away, trying to find the figure of the woman, but he couldn't get rid of the countless wronged souls...

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?" The bright palace lanterns were turned on one by one, and several personal eunuchs rushed over seeing Emperor Changde's body trembling constantly.

Emperor Changde suddenly opened his eyes, and with a "huh", he got up from the dragon couch.

"Yuxin..." He suddenly grabbed the corner of a eunuch's clothes.

The eunuch was frightened to death, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the late queen has passed away for many years."

Before Emperor Changde came back to his senses, he read again: "Yulan..."

The eunuch was scared out of his wits, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Concubine Xi has passed away for a long time."

Only then did Emperor Changde gradually come out of the nightmare, he felt the sweat in his palms, and took a breath.

After a long time, he recalled the scene in his dream, and then came the father-in-law again, who sighed and said, "Help me get ready, I'm going to go out of the palace soon, and go to the outskirts of the city to pay homage to the late queen. Remember, don't say anything about this."

The father-in-law's body trembled, and he knelt down after listening.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid you won't be able to go." There was a little panic on his face, "A few days ago, a thunderbolt struck and split open the tomb of the former empress. Corpses are gone."

Emperor Changde was quite frightened, he clutched his chest tightly, his heart throbbed, and he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Your Majesty, I beg you to take care of the dragon's body." The father-in-law hurriedly patted him on the back to help him calm down, and at the same time, he was busy sending someone to call for the imperial doctor.

The imperial doctor came to see him, and prescribed some recuperating medicine for Emperor Changde, and Emperor Changde felt better.

He didn't feel sleepy anymore, and he didn't dare to fall asleep easily. He just leaned on the jade pillow, stared at the ceiling in a daze, and kept thinking about what happened many years ago.

After a while, a young eunuch who was on duty at the entrance of Longyin Palace shook his whisk, ran in, and said through a curtain, "Your Majesty, Lord Yu and Princess Yu are asking to see you."

"Also... the Empress Concubine De has been kneeling outside the door for a long time."

Concubine Zhang De came here because the kidnapping of Qian Feifei was exposed, and the Ministry of Punishment participated in a copy of the Governor's Mansion. She came to plead guilty, and she knelt from afternoon to night.

Emperor Changde was depressed and didn't want to see her at all.

But when he heard that Gu Shiyin and Feng Xihe had come, Emperor Changde was puzzled, it was so late, why did they come.

"Let Prince Yu and Princess Yu come in." After Changde changed his clothes, he left the curtain and came to the Nuan Pavilion to meet Gu Shiyin and Feng Xihe.

"Ziyu, it's so late, why don't you go back home to rest?" He smiled brightly.

The maid came to watch the tea, Gu Shiyin held up the teacup, looked at the young leaves floating on the tea, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, this king came here to tell you that the Qishan Imperial Mausoleum needs to be opened."

(End of this chapter)