Happy pastoral concubine

Chapter 880
May 29, early morning.

Accompanied by Xiao Baorui's roar, five thousand elite soldiers and one thousand cavalry left the capital in a hurry.

Half an hour later, in a black carriage, Tang Huanxi was humming a song while holding Wuyou.

"Second Miss hasn't had a good rest these past two days, and she seemed to have caught a cold last night." Nanny Gui wrung out the handkerchief and gently put it on Xiao Wuyou's forehead, her anxious tone was full of worry .

"Don't worry, Mommy, Wuyou will be fine." Tang Huanxi smiled slightly, "This low-grade fever will only improve Xiao Wuyou's immunity, which is a good thing for her. She should have a fever."

Nanny Gui nodded reassuringly.

"Mommy, has Xiao Baorui taken over Yijin?"

"The general set off a quarter of an hour ago, I believe he will be able to pick up the young master in less than an hour."

"Yeah." Tang Huanxi nodded and continued to take care of Wuyou in her arms.

At that time, the imperial palace, the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Mr. Han, you are so brave. You dared to enter the palace without my notification. What crime should you deserve?" Murong He pointed at Han Jianming's nose and cursed angrily!
"Why should the Holy One be angry? The old minister discovered the whereabouts of the third prince, so he forgot the rules when he was in a hurry." Han Jianming stood straight in front of him, without the slightest fear in his words.

"Hao'er? Have you found Hao'er?"

"Well, found it."

"Where is Hao'er?"

Although Concubine Rui betrayed him, in Murong He's heart, he still loves the third prince very much.

Sincere love.

"The Holy Majesty likes the third prince so much, why doesn't he give the most honored emperor in the world to the third prince?" Han Jianming looked at him and smiled slightly, but the smile was full of sarcasm.

"Han Gong, do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course, the veteran knows that the veteran has lived for 45 years, and there is no time when he is more sober than now."

"Gu is not dead yet, is Han Gong going to renege on his promise back then?"

"Promise?" Han Jianming suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "If time could be repeated, I would definitely not make such a promise!"

"You!" Murong Ze's eyes turned red with anger, "Han Jianming, what are you going to do? Do you want to rebel?"

"Rebellion? Not to mention." Han Jianming narrowed his eyes and smiled like a treacherous old fox, "I just want to set things right! Murong Ze, do you think you are really of the authentic blood of the Murong royal family? Don't be such an idiot!"

"Bastard! What the hell are you babbling about?"

Han Jianming ignored his exasperation, but raised his hands above his head and patted hard.

Soon, a group of Yulin soldiers came in uniformly with long knives.

"Do you really want to rebel?" Murong Ze's mood is not as anxious as before when the matter has developed to this point.

"I said a long time ago that I will not rebel, I just want to set things right."

"Come on, bring Wang Yong up!"

If Xiao Baorui remained in the palace at this time, he would find that Wang Yong in front of him was Wang Yong, the village head of Hekou Village.

"Who is this guy?"

"He is the son of Lord Wang Tu. I don't know if the Supreme Emperor still has an impression of the name Wang Tu?" Han Jianming suddenly put away the smile on his face, and his tone became more serious, "Wang Tu was originally in the respect room. For work, his daily job is to transcribe the location and time of the emperor's monthly stay in the harem, I believe the two of you must be very clear about this, right?"

"Han Jianming, what trick do you want to play?"

"Trick? I just want to expose a lie that has been lying for many years! Murongze, do you really think you are the heir of the former emperor? You are not. Although you are the eldest son of the empress, the empress has already had other things I love you, your father was just a guard in the palace. The former empress had great power back then, so she tampered with the records of the respect room. You are not a descendant of the Murong royal family at all. You and your son are not worthy Become the monarch of this Great Yong Dynasty!"

boom--

Murong He angrily smashed all the items in the case!
All the servants in the Hall of Mental Cultivation lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound, but hearing this news in their ears was really terrifying!
The Supreme Emperor is not of the orthodox bloodline!
In other words, His Majesty is not of an orthodox bloodline!
"Han Jianming, it's clear that you're the one who plotted against the law and spouted lies. What evidence do you have?" Even Murong Ze, who had already calmed down, was very angry at the bomb he threw out!

How could he be just the son of a guard!
He is clearly the biological son of the first emperor and empress!

"The evidence is in my hands!" Wang Tu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took a step forward and raised a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand.

"This is the evidence left by my father. It clearly lists the real birth time of Empress Xian. In order to be consistent with the files in the respect room, Empress Xian threatened my father to generalize the birth time of the eldest prince, Murong Ze. One month earlier!"

"Now, do you believe it?"

"Han Jianming, these are still your one-sided words, and no one will believe them."

"Really? Until now, is the Supreme Emperor still so confident?" Han Jianming smiled confidently, and then winked at the servant behind him, who immediately understood.

As the servant opened the screen on the west side of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, all the ministers who had retreated stayed here.

The reason why the courtiers were silent was because each of them had a long sword hung around their necks.

When two courtiers were struggling just now, their necks had already been wiped by the long sword, and they had already lost their breath.

Even the corpses were dragged down.

It's just that the bright red blood is still flowing on the marble floor, reminding these courtiers that what happened just now is by no means illusory.

"Han Jianming, what are you trying to do!"

"Everyone," Han Jianming suddenly smiled, then pointed at Wang Yong and said with a smile, "Everyone, I believe you must have heard what this person said just now? I don't know everyone, what do you think?"

All the courtiers looked at each other, not even daring to vent their anger.

The upright Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites said in a low voice, "It's hard to verify just based on this person's one-sided words, not to mention that the appearance of the Supreme Emperor is almost the same as that of the previous emperor..."

Before the last word was spoken, the head of the Ministry of Rites has already been separated!
"you!"

"My colleagues, do you have any questions?"

According to this trend, once someone questioned Wang Yong's words at this moment, his head would fall, and who would dare to speak?
The huge Hall of Mental Cultivation was completely silent.

Murong Ze walked to Han Jianming's side step by step, and quickly grabbed his throat!

"The emperor, do you want to kill someone?"

"Wouldn't it be cheaper to kill you? Han Jianming, I warn you, don't rush everything!"

"Come on!"

Following Murong Ze's furious roar, countless Dragon Guards wearing silver armor quickly and neatly surrounded the entire Hall of Mental Cultivation, which was completely impenetrable!
"Han Jianming, let's see who wins the battle today!"

(End of this chapter)