Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 676

I am the majestic fourth prince, and I have been prosperous and rich all my life, but I have fallen to this level!

I can only stay here, with my hands tied, waiting for others to send me.

The cycle of heaven, the retribution is unhappy.

Is this real life?

It's ridiculous!

Jin Wushu's mind was at a loss, and in his ears, the parachutist was casually correcting. Whenever he couldn't continue writing at a certain point, he would always correct him in time.

Finally finished.

Jin Wushu took out his personal seal and stamped it.

The parachutist casually glanced at the iron coupon in his hand, then took the faith, put it on, and shouted: "Yun Wu!"

Cloud Five comes up.

"Try to give this thing to Wu Qimai."

"Yes."

What he said was not handing it over to Han Chang.Wu Qimai is loyal to Jin Wushu, and his credibility is far higher than that of Han Chang.By showing the iron certificate, it means that the fourth prince is safe and sound, and only in this way can the Jurchen army be truly mobilized.

The parachutist glanced at him indifferently: "Fourth prince, you don't have to get angry. One hundred thousand military equipment and clothing cost only 10,000+ taels of silver. It's not as good as half of the silver that the Song Dynasty gave you a year. Your life is not worth it? Your fourth prince’s life is worth more than that, right?"

Jin Wushu's eyes were cracked, but he didn't say a word.

Outside the door, the wind and snow were blowing.

Another cold night is coming.

The parachutist walked out and closed the door behind him.

Turning around, outside the door is a simple camp, with a big dilapidated wooden table in the center.

He went and sat down.

The cold wooden stool almost penetrated into the bone marrow with chills.

The collected Xue Tao sign was placed on the table, and it was the only valuable thing for him.

Even, there is a faint, old fragrance, with memories of the past.

He sat down, speechless for a while.

The wind and snow are still blowing outside, the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dreams of the hometown are broken.

Royal Palace.

Everyone was immersed in sleep. At this time, in the middle of the night, the cold wind was howling, and heavy snow like goose feathers fell on the roof one by one. The entire roof was white, and the pines and cypresses on both sides of the road in the imperial garden were crushed. heavy.

There has not been such a heavy snowfall in Lin'an for many years.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year, but this year's snow made many people feel uneasy.

The landslides caused by the heavy snow, the blockage of mountain roads, etc., almost closed Lin'an and the outside world, turning it into a "snow disaster".

Even the vehicles transporting high-quality coal in Shanxi could not arrive on time and were blocked eighty miles away.

The weather in Lin'an is warm, which is different from the north. After Zhao Deji crossed south, he fell in love with the warm wind here and made the tourists drunk, so he lived and worked in peace and contentment, and never wanted to move again. , An'an steadily became the emperor of Taiping Merry.

Therefore, the charcoal storage in the palace is not too much.

This year, the mountains and roads were suddenly blocked by heavy snow, and some roads were blocked.Therefore, except for the emperor, empress dowager, and some noble concubines, the supply is still sufficient, and the other palaces are not so abundant.Zhao Deji had a sense of crisis, and had already ordered everyone to be frugal, so that those ordinary concubines simply didn't have any supplies, and could only huddle in their houses all day long, not going anywhere, and going to bed early.

The imperial palace, which used to sing and sing every night, was exceptionally silent.

Even Zhao Deji went to bed early.

This night, a new girl was serving the bed.In the past few years, Zhao Deji became the real emperor of Taiping. Every year, he would choose hundreds of thousands of virgins aged 12 to 16 to enter the palace, imitating his father Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty, in an attempt to use the fresh vitality of virgins to keep his body immortal.

Moreover, the more impotent he is, the more he wants to vent. This mood is directly proportional to his temper.

After the new beautiful maid went to bed, Zhao Deji was so tired that he fell asleep early.In the dream, I suddenly saw a bloody face, a pile of white bones, a piece of Tongzi... lit sky lanterns. It was the lamp oil boiled after the death of Emperor Song Huizong in Wuguocheng ...a pale face, that was Empress Xing, with a black neck, and traces of being strangled by a rope; Suddenly, his head fell off, and was severed up to the neck, leaving only a black corpse facing his face.

"Tianwei...Tianwei..."

"Ninth Brother, I'm so lonely, Ninth Brother, I'm so scared... Ninth Brother..."

He was trembling with fright, as if he was in a barren tomb, surrounded by lonely and wild ghosts, whistling past, all ethereal ghosts, with faint blue eyes shining.

"In the next life, Zhao Deji will be killed!"

"In the next life, Zhao Deji will be killed!"

"In the next life, Zhao Deji will be killed!"

……

He hurriedly got up and reached out to lift the sword beside the bed.The pale snow reflected the moonlight, and the bed rose brightly. Holding the sword, he slashed like crazy: "I will kill you, I will kill you, the traitor...the traitor..."

Poor girl on the bed, she let out a muffled grunt, and separated her body.

Hot blood splashed on his face, Zhao Deji was sober for a moment.

At this time, the palace eunuchs and guards who were waiting outside the door rushed in.

Under the bright lantern, everyone looked at the bed servant girl who was bloody and mutilated on the bed. Next to him, His Majesty was holding a sword and panting heavily. His face was covered with blood. On the sword, the blood was still flowing down.

Everyone was stunned.

"His Majesty……"

"Get off... get off... get off... you rebels, you are all rebels..."

Everyone immediately realized that something was wrong, because His Majesty had rushed over with a sword.

Some eunuchs and guards who reacted quickly turned around and ran away.

Poor some court ladies are still kneeling, and their reactions are not so quick, Zhao Deji rushed over, they couldn't resist at all.Especially Zhao Deji is tall and burly. Although his body has been hollowed out by wine and lust these years, he is more than enough to deal with ordinary weak girls. run away...

The house fell silent in an instant.

Zhao Deji wailed, swung around wildly, finally got tired, and then collapsed on the ground, the sword almost hit his instep with a thud.

After a long time, he stumbled up and shouted loudly: "Come here, come here..."

There was no response at the door, and everyone ran away in fright.

"Come on, come on..."

At this time, two guards finally came in tremblingly.At the door, the eunuchs came in one after another.

Seeing that His Majesty has no sword in his hand and his whole body is like a puddle of mud, everyone stepped forward to help him up.Then, the maids came in one after another to clean up the room, and the guards quietly pulled the dead body out.

Zhao Deji sat for a while, felt scared when he saw the corpse being pulled out, suddenly jumped up, and said sharply: "Go, go..."

He rushed out immediately.

Next door is the Royal Study Room.

He came to the imperial study and sat down, lit a brazier, and the floor was tidy, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back on the chair, his forehead still covered with cold sweat.

"His Majesty……"

Zhao Deji said to the personal palace: "Quickly, go and open that box... above, the second grid on the third floor..."

The eunuch trotted to get the box out.

"Open!"

A very old black box, opened, there are several things inside.After many years, the blood stains on it have long since dried up, but, I don't know if it is due to psychological reasons, but I always feel that there is still a faint smell of blood reverberating.

That is a hairpin!
A jade bracelet!
A close-fitting bookmark with "Manjianghong" written in Gongli's lowercase letters.The paper has turned yellow, but the ink is still fragrant. Each handwriting is beautiful and neat, comparable to a first-class master. It is obvious that the person who wrote it, how much painstaking effort did it take to express this calligraphy so radiantly.

This is Hua Rong's own handwriting, he recognizes it, completely recognizes it!

These things were all found from Yue Pengju's "corpse".It was also because of this that he was completely relieved - Yue Pengju was dead.Because, around other people, this kind of thing will not appear.

And he also recognized the hairpin.After Yue Pengju and his wife returned to Lin'an, he saw Hua Rong several times with the same hairpin in them.

All the evidence is there.

What does the mysterious man have to do with Yue Pengju?
Or, is it Yue Pengju who came back from the dead?
Is this possible?

"Your Majesty... this is?"

Zhao Deji grabbed the jade bracelet and was very anxious: "Who buried Yue Pengju's body back then?"

"This, the villain doesn't know..."

"Quick, hurry up and find Dali Siqing."

Half an hour later, the Minister of Dali Temple hurried over. At this time, it was no longer Wan Qixiu, but a newly appointed official.

Zhao Deji hurriedly asked after seeing it: "Do you still remember who took Yue Pengju's body back then?"

Dali Siqing knelt on the ground.Back then, he was still a deputy, and he was promoted later.

"Returning to Your Majesty, it was Master Wancheng who was in charge... everything was arranged secretly by him, and no ministers are allowed to intervene..."

"Quickly call Wan Qixi..."

"But……"

The Minister of Dali Temple tremblingly said, "Lord Wan Qixiu is dead."

After participating in the encirclement and suppression of the naval battle, Wan Tuyu was injured, frightened all the way, and was reprimanded by Zhao Deji, went home to recuperate, his old heart disease relapsed, and he soon passed away.

Zhao Deji was startled, and then remembered that Wan Qixiu was dead.

At this time, a feeling of sadness for the death of the rabbit and the fox was quite felt. The minions of the year, from Qin Hui to Wan Qixiu died of illness, Zhang Jun lay down, one by one, hurting others.

These are the chief culprits who framed Yue Pengju, but fortunately, they rushed to go one by one, leaving him alone, living a long life.

Now, is it true that the messenger of death is here?
"Go down and investigate right away, if you find a clue, report it immediately..."

The Minister of Dali Temple said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, there are rumors outside that the old jailer Guo Wei secretly buried Yue Pengju. In order to hide his eyes and ears, he buried him in a random grave in the north of the city and wrote a letter to Jia Yiren's tomb..."

"Upload Guo Wei immediately!"

"However, after Mr. Guo Kui retired, he returned to his hometown in Jianghan. Now... I have traveled thousands of miles, where can I find it? Moreover, I can't find it for a moment..."

It's really hard to find it after traveling thousands of miles and the mountains are blocked by heavy snow.

The more Zhao Deji thought about it, the more doubts he had.

Back then, Guo Kai secretly buried Yue Pengju. Of course, only he knew about the clues.

"Go to the mass grave immediately, dig up Jia Yiren's body, and identify it!"

"This……"

"go immediately!"

"Yes!"

On the morning of the second day, the corpses of the mass graves in the north of the city were excavated.

At this time, there was only a pile of dead bones.Judging from the proportion and length of the bone and the remaining trivial things inside, the corpse must be Yue Pengju without a doubt.

(End of this chapter)