Quick Transmigration Goldfinger Trialist

"No one knows what His Majesty said to us just now, but there are records of our entry and exit!"

"It's over, it's over, the guards who went to get the blood from someone from the matriarchal line of the imperial concubine's family have already gone, and now maybe all the blood has been taken, I can't hide it..."

"Is something really wrong with His Majesty?"

"Shall we tell the truth later or what?"

"Or, let's run..."

"In order to avoid implicating the family and the sect, I will take the first step, you guys decide for yourself!"

Just a few words after the discussion, knowing that the informant would never dare to make up the matter of His Majesty's death at random, many thoughts flashed through his mind for a while, and then he decided to take out a few pieces from his arms in order to protect the family sect. The pills were mixed together and taken.

Within seconds, he vomited blood and died.

I was stunned to see the other Daoist masters around me, and I looked at each other for a while, my heart was in a mess, I didn't know whether I should follow the study, or whether I should use my life in exchange for the safety and security of the family and sect .

After a while, another real person wanted to make up his mind.

But he didn't bring any medicine, so he could only hit the wall.

But he didn't succeed, he was stopped by other real people nearby, and at the same time Xuande tried to persuade him:

"Slow down, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry to die.

Let's not be so panicky, take it easy, and reason, His Majesty is dead now, if we die with him, is it possible that others will think that we committed suicide in fear of sin, and even suspect that His Majesty's death is our curse Yes, although we know that we do not have this ability, others do not.

So the most important thing for us now is not to die.

But to avoid being misunderstood..."

"This... really makes sense!"

"But how to explain it, we can't say that we don't know about it, wait, I have an idea.

Although it is a bit immoral to say it, and a bit of a dead fellow, but it should be of some use, even if we don't have to die, at most we will suffer some troubles.

Can we put everything on Fellow Daoist Qi He, since he is already dead anyway, the most we can bear is the sin of not being able to persuade him in time, it should not be a crime of death, let alone implicate the family sect! "

Although Master Huai Ming showed guilt on his face, he really felt in his heart that his suggestion was quite good.

Let the dead play some waste heat.

Isn't that also a merit.

"You mean to say that we can push all the alchemy with human blood to Fellow Daoist Qi He, and even sell the royal family's face, turning what His Majesty ordered us to do into Qi He's bewitching His Majesty.

In this way, the name of His Majesty will be more pleasant after death? "

The thoughtful Master Xuande quickly understood what Huaiming meant, and extended it further.

It is hoped that this will maximize the benefits.

Anyway, it’s a shame to let the real person of Qihe bear one blame, and a few blames are also a blame. It’s better to let him recite more, so that everyone will look better. The empress and the new emperor see it because they help Emperor Jin’an modify his posthumous name. superior.

Should be able to forgive them more.

"If we were more ruthless and directly said that Qi He cursed us, would it be possible for us to be completely innocent?"

"Please, are you stupid? We are innocent in the first place, but we will inevitably be angered. We are together every day, saying that Qi He cursed His Majesty. Dali Temple asked why we didn't stop, and how should we respond!

Do you doubt that we are also involved in..."

"Forget it, don't expect to get away easily unscathed, as long as you don't suffer any serious crimes, just follow what you said just now, let's talk about it, don't talk about it."

"Alright, we must speak with one voice."

...

Qianqing Palace, sleeping in the back hall.

"His Majesty is really dead?"

Looking at the black and scorched forehead, the face and part of the exposed skin covered with lightning strikes, and some of the clothes and bedding that had been turned into fly ash, the lifeless Emperor Jin'an, the empress felt unbearable grief.

There was also a hint of ecstasy.

Her husband died, and she had been in love for many years, so she was naturally grieved.

The secret joy is that she finally doesn't have to worry about her son's position as the crown prince. If something goes wrong in the future, she can be promoted to be the queen mother, and she no longer has to worry about a certain concubine being favored, relying on her favor, and making troubles.

In recent years, she has often worried in the middle of the night, if Emperor Jin'an lives too long, will her son's crown prince be as unstable as some princes in history books.

It even aroused Emperor Jin'an's fear of targeting.

Don't worry now, the dust has settled.

But no matter what she thought in her heart, on the surface she still had red eyes, trembling and asked the imperial doctor in disbelief, as if she couldn't accept His Majesty's death.

"Morning Mother's Day!"

At this time, it was purely talking too much and making mistakes, and the president of Tai Hospital didn't dare to respond directly, and only expressed his condolences euphemistically.

Side-by-side approval of His Majesty's death.

As for the cause of death, I dare not say.

These days, even if a thunderbolt strikes the roof, it may be misunderstood and programmed, let alone kill someone.

In addition, the throne of Emperor Jin'an is still hard to come by.

Who knew that his first reaction after being struck to death by lightning was to be condemned by the gods, and if it was more serious, someone might even directly restore it, causing chaos in the world.

So anyone who has a little brain and doesn't want to die is basically afraid to mention the cause of his death now. The queen is actually very aware of this, so she quickly ordered that all people who knew about this matter be guarded and no news should be leaked.

Then it was to inform the prince and her father.

Let them quickly lead troops into the palace.

She can handle the affairs in the harem, and knows how to handle them, but she is really undecided about how to deal with the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, how to deal with the honorable clan, and how to announce this matter to the public.

She can only let her son figure it out.

As for when to notify the civil and military officials and officially announce the death of His Majesty to the public, it has to wait for her to solve the hidden dangers in the harem and completely prevent the news from spreading.

And her son wants to talk to the outside world.

Then there was the inner court of the harem who was very busy, the prince and the uncle rushed into the palace, a small number of eunuchs and court ladies risked their lives to spread the news, and some ministers and other princes who were well-informed rushed into the palace gate, wanting to enter the palace to meet Emperor Jin'an and make sure Jin Did An Di really die?

Especially the ministers who supported the other princes.

They were almost dying at this time.

A good emperor, never heard of any disease or hidden disease, how could he die suddenly, it doesn't matter if he dies, but the death is so urgent, it's too late for them to change to the prince!

It's not hard to ride a tiger, it's a wrong vote.

The harem concubines also sensed that something was wrong at this time, and they started to move one after another, passing on news.

Inquire about the situation.

Only Ding Yun, still pretending to be ignorant, went to sleep. After all, he was not going to sleep now. After a while, the news of Emperor Jin'an's death was officially announced.

But it's not easy to sleep so peacefully anymore.

Although the process does not require her to guard the spirit.

But she had to express her condolences no matter what.

In short, it was quite troublesome, so troublesome that Ding Yun felt a little regretful when he thought of keeping the country's filial piety, if he had known earlier, he would not have killed him, and only made him a living dead or something.

That solved the problem.

It's not as troublesome as it is now.

But it was too late to regret it at this time, and it seemed that the influence of cheating the corpse would be even worse, so Ding Yun could only let himself be careless, and let's get a good night's sleep first.