Happy pastoral concubine

Chapter 888
Murong He looked at Murong Ze whose expression was still calm, and felt a little bit of fear in his heart.

The emperor probably had guessed Han Jianming's disobedience, so he had already made arrangements early.

The royal father's scheming is so unpredictable, then everything I did back then...the plans that I thought I made were seamless, but in fact, the royal father never paid attention to it at all?

He thought that he had forced his father to abdicate as a last resort, but now it seems that his father did it deliberately...

Thinking like this, beads of sweat kept dripping from Murong He's forehead.

He looked at Murong Ze with more and more awe.

As if sensing his gaze, Murong Ze also took a deep look at him, but the emotions in that look were all-encompassing, more deeply disappointed.

That look in his eyes made Murong He shudder.

In just one hour, the soldiers and horses led by Han Jianming were completely dealt with by the Dragon Guards.

The cloud that had shrouded the palace for many days finally dissipated.

It's just that in the huge palace, no matter which corner you walk in, you will always smell a strong smell of blood.

Jianjia Hall.

After two days, Murong Ze opened that door again.

A strong smell of blood came to the face.

Han Jianming, who had been shot by several arrows, was still alive, but he was already dying.

"Gu always remembers the agreement reached with Aiqing back then. For so many years, Gu has been keeping that promise." Murong Ze looked at his stern eyes and smiled slightly, "If Aiqing didn't have such a disobedient heart, then How nice would it be?"

"Isn't Southwest bad?"

"Murong Ze, you despicable villain!"

"Despicable villain?" Murong Ze suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his throat, and watched him completely die in front of him, and then he was completely relieved, "Han Jianming, it's not good to live Why? Why do you have to seek your own death? Seeing you die like this, Gu is still a little bit lost!"

Duke Han died quietly in the palace like this.

Concubine Xian was also given a glass of poisoned wine.

Those courtiers who were involved with the Korean government were all sentenced to death.

For a time, Caishikou in Kyoto was filled with bright red blood every day.

Murong He fell ill, and the government once again fell into the hands of the Supreme Emperor.

At the same time, the Supreme Emperor carried the eldest son, Murong Xi, to the Jianjia Hall to teach him personally.

Even though An Xiuhui felt a little bit reluctant, she still let go.

It was Xi'er's luck to be chosen by the Supreme Emperor.

With such a huge change in the situation in the capital, even Tang Huanxi, who was far away in Wintersun City, couldn't help being a little sad when he suddenly heard the news.

"Korea Han is dead, what about her?" Tang Huanxi silently put down the basket of needlework in her hand and sighed in a low voice.

Nanny Gui looked at her, her eyes filled with distress, "Everyone who had anything to do with Mr. Han was cut in half, and she... was no exception."

"That's it, that's all."

Sometimes Tang Huanxi wondered if the kinship between herself and her parents was too weak?
I heard from Xiaocutie that she was an orphan in previous lives, but in this life, she has a father and a mother.

It's just that talking is better than nothing.

"Ma'am, think about it." Nanny Gui was afraid that she would feel sad, and persuaded her softly, "If she is just He Dongxue, I am afraid that her life will not be much better. Although it is already...but no matter what, it has been Enjoyed."

"En." Tang Huanxi responded sullenly, without further words.

"The emperor is back?" Tang Huanxi raised her eyes suddenly, and said in a low voice, "The weather is dry these days, so let the small kitchen make more fire-reducing food when you are free."

"The old slave knows."

"I'll go take a look at Wuyou."

Ever since Xiao Baorui revealed the last emperor's edict to ascend the throne in Wintersun City, he has become more and more busy.

In the past, he still had some leisure time, but now that the capital has undergone such a big change, he has become more and more busy.

But no matter how busy he is, he will come back to rest.

"It turned out to be roast duck today?" Xiao Baorui smelled the aroma of food as soon as he entered the room, and he became even hungrier even though he was hungry.

"Well, it's for rewarding my husband." Tang Huanxi smiled coquettishly at him, "I heard that my husband has done a very remarkable thing today!"

"What does the lady mean?"

"Chen Zheng is a general. With him, my husband is like a tiger with wings." Tang Huanxi smiled.

"The Chen family has been loyal for generations. Chen Zheng's father, Chen Ming, used to be the right-hand man of the ancestor emperor. He has been guarding the Northeast all these years. I never thought that he would be willing to help me." Until now, Xiao Baorui still feels a little unbelievable.

"The Chen family is loyal to the Murong royal family. Now that he knows that Murong Ze is not of the orthodox royal blood, how can he sit idly by?" Tang Huanxi grabbed a piece of roast duck and put it in the bowl in front of him, "My lord, although we With two generals, Uncle Qin and Zheng Chen, but Murongze was too scheming, and even Han Gonggong, who had been planning for many years, was killed by him... I think you want to get back your own Everything is not easy."

"I also understand in my heart." Xiao Baorui nodded lightly, "Uncle Qin is in charge of 15 soldiers and horses, Chen Zheng also has nearly [-] soldiers and horses under his command, and the total number of soldiers and horses of the Xinzhou Army is about [-] to [-]. , but even so, our influence is still too small.”

Compared with the nearly 60 soldiers and horses of the imperial court, their soldiers and horses are only about [-].

If they confront each other head-on, they will inevitably suffer heavy losses.

"Now that you have ascended the throne, there has been no news from the capital. This matter is really strange." Tang Huanxi had a vague premonition in his heart, as if there was something bad going on. To happen generally.

"I believe it won't be long before there will be news." Xiao Baorui looked into the distance and said with serious eyes.

Kyoto, Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Murong He coughed for several days in a row, and even summoned the imperial physician, who took the bitter soup and medicine, but he still hasn't recovered.

An Xiuhui brought the freshly brewed soup in front of him, "My lord?"

"Hui'er? Cough..." Murong He looked at her, forced a smile, "Hui'er, I don't know how many times I will see you again."

"Your Majesty has great blessings, and he will be safe and sound." An Xiuhui looked at him, her eyes gradually turned red, "Xi'er and Ming'er are still waiting for Father to teach them how to read and write!"

"Hui'er...cough cough..." Murong He coughed desperately, then stretched out his hand to gently hold her hand, and said earnestly, "I know that my time is numbered, so I have something to say, I have to tell you."

"Holy..."

"Hui'er, I know that the Supreme Emperor has taken Xi'er to his side, but I don't want Xi'er to grow up exactly according to the trajectory given by the Supreme Emperor..." Murong He coughed a few more times, looking at her eyes, and said sincerely, "If I guessed correctly, the Supreme Emperor is no longer the former Supreme Emperor."

(End of this chapter)