As a medical concubine

Chapter 309 The Truth Comes Out (5)
Liao Zicheng's fingers resting on the table suddenly bent.

The queen understands that this man, who is not afraid of power and danger, has walked from the coffin step by step to today, has already put his own life and death aside, but what about the Nianhuazhu?Will he be willing?
"Mother, please speak."

It was Huazhu's voice.

Liao Zicheng's pupils moved.

Hua Zhu didn't look at him, but turned to the queen and said, "Your Majesty, you don't need to scare us, you've already reached this point, no matter whether we continue or not, you won't be able to withdraw. Please tell us the truth about 22 years ago, Your Majesty."

The queen stared at them for a long time, this girl really sees clearly, when did she become unable to hide even a pair of children?The queen sighed faintly: "You guys, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, no matter what, you must seek your own death, don't blame me for not being kind enough to remind you."

With that said, the queen stood up and walked out.Come back in a quarter of an hour: "I'll ask you one last time, do you really want to jump into the fire pit? Once the truth is revealed, there will never be a way out. What awaits you...is very likely to be doomed."

Is it beyond redemption?It's not the first time anyway.Huazhu smiled lightly, and bowed calmly: "Please tell me the truth, Madam."

The queen frowned, turned her face and sighed: "Dyeing like smoke... She was drugged, and if she didn't have sex with others, she would die. The person who forced her... was a helpless act."

Feeling a sudden burst of coldness from Liao Zicheng's body, Hua Zhu's throat slipped, and asked: "The person who drugged her is..."

The queen took Huazhu's little hand and wrote a word on her palm.

After leaving Fengqi Palace, Hua Zhu was drenched in sweat. The hot weather was one thing, but on the other hand, the closer she got to the truth, the more she felt that she was walking on a cliff.

Taking a few deep breaths, Huazhu asked softly, "What do you think?"

Liao Zicheng's deep eyes were full of shadows: "She lied."

"Huh?" Hua Zhu stared with almond eyes!
Liao Zicheng explained with a cold expression: "I asked her, why she shed blood and tears on the white marble Guanyin after the murder? I asked this sentence twice, but she didn't remember it. The blood and tears were dripped first, and then the murder happened. of."

Huazhu opened her mouth, no wonder she felt something was wrong just now.

"Then... she said that mother was drugged, is it true or not?" Huazhu wrote Liao Zicheng the words written by the queen on the pamphlet, "Look, this is the answer given by the queen."

"This is the third possibility I mentioned before. My mother was drugged and she couldn't escape." Liao Zicheng's eyes suddenly became far-reaching, as if looking at the boundary of the sky. He didn't answer her question, but Said: "The Queen didn't kill anyone, but she knows who the murderer is and is willing to take the blame for him."

Huazhu blinked her eyes, her thoughts were so chaotic that her mind was running wildly, and one popped up after a while, and she didn't know which one to believe: "The person who can make her take the blame is..."

In the inner hall, a man in Tsing Yi was leaning on the rattan chair, his skin was pale and weak because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time.He seemed to frown frequently, and the lines between his brows were very deep. Apart from that, the years only carved a faint trace of vicissitudes on the corners of his eyes and lips.From the outline of the facial features, it is not difficult to deduce how magnificent he was when he was young.But at this moment, his face was ashen, his eyes were dull, and at first glance, he looked like a soulless zombie.

In front of him, there was a low rectangular table, on which there was a light smoke of sandalwood in the incense burner.Beside the smoker, a flipped Nirvana Sutra stopped at the page of the third newspaper.

There are three newspapers in the industry.

One, the present retribution, the present retribution of suffering and happiness.

Second, birth retribution, or past life work and present life retribution, or present life work and future rebirth retribution.

[-]. Quick report, work in front of you, receive report now.

With his jade-like long fingers, he casually picked up a pile of memorials for the dethroning of the prince, his eyes darkened, as if lost in memory, and then he said with a faint smile, "Which newspaper do you and I belong to?"

"Your Majesty, Marquis Dingguo is asking Madam Hou to see you." An eunuch whispered softly outside the door. The Majesty was afraid of noise, so they dared not speak or walk loudly.

The folders in the emperor's hand slapped a few times, and they all fell to the ground. The indifferent and indifferent face, as well as the dull and dull eyes, suddenly had a different look.

He sat up and looked at the old eunuch who had been with him for decades, a trace of nervousness trembled in his eyes: "Am I ugly and embarrassed like this?"

Seeing that the Holy Majesty, who has been muddled like a living dead for so many years, has emotional fluctuations, the old eunuch's eyes turned red with sadness: "The Holy Majesty is very good, not ugly, not embarrassing."

The emperor didn't believe it. He walked to the dressing table and pulled back the cloth that had been covering it for more than 20 years, revealing a gorgeous and exquisite bronze mirror. Every mirror was covered, but now, he wanted to see it.

He stared at the face in the bronze mirror that had not escaped the giant hand of time, and sighed disappointedly: "I am so old, alas, I still have white hair. Why didn't you tell me that I have gray hair? How old am I?" ?”

"The Holy One is 43, in the prime of life."

"You're only 43, why do you have so many white hairs? Pull them out!"

The old eunuch felt sad again when he saw the emperor whose hair was born prematurely. He pulled out all of them. How much would it take? "My lord, it hurts."

"Unplug."

The old eunuch turned around, wiped away his tears, and began to pull out the gray hair for the emperor.One, two, three... I don't know how many were pulled out, and he felt that the emperor's thick hair suddenly became thinner.

After pulling it out, the emperor smiled: "You will be much younger this way."

The old eunuch took out a yellow dragon robe from the cabinet: "My lord, put it on, spirit."

The emperor glanced at the dragon robe in disgust, walked to the wardrobe, picked out a silver brocade suit himself, and then sat in front of the bronze mirror: "Comb my hair, and be more energetic."

The old eunuch did not dare to be negligent, and tied the emperor's long black hair on top of his head, and put on a golden crown.

The emperor nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, call Ding Guohou and his wife to come in."

The old eunuch walked out, and just two steps away, the emperor grabbed his whisk, and the emperor asked nervously, "I'm really not ugly, am I?"

(End of this chapter)