After the rebirth, Aijia and Bamboo Horseshoe printed him

In the first month of the 24th year of Taiping, the emperor appointed King Ning as his heir; in May of the same year, the prince asked to marry the eldest daughter of Chen Changqing, the imperial historian.

As a gentle aunt, Zhou Shuhe naturally wanted to hold a grand wedding for them. The money was scattered into the East Palace like running water. The Ministry of Households and the Ministry of Rituals quarreled over it, but it was also the first time for the emperor to marry a wife for his son. The interest is high, and those dissuasion and opinions are whitewashed.

The prince stood up and demanded that everything be kept simple.

He really stood up.

Zhou Shuhe fiddled with the armor on his finger, and heaved a long sigh.

Jiyue was putting a beaded hairpin on her head behind her, and asked her with her head, "Why is your empress sighing?"

Zhou Shuhe raised his hand and rolled up the broken hair behind his ears, and said absently: "The prince is a good man, it's a pity."

It's a pity that his mother's womb was sick, and his life was short of life. If God doesn't give him a time to be a wise king, it's better not to be a king.

The emperor would not dislike a son who was extravagant and wasteful, nor would he care whether the prince would cause dissatisfaction among the courtiers because of his big marriage—in other words, it was the love and praise of the courtiers that would deepen his defense and disgust for the prince.

Zhou Shuhe wanted to do the killing thing, but she was just a small trigger, and it had to be the father and son who really ignited it.

The battlefield is left to others, and she escapes and hides herself.

With King Ning being made the crown prince, there is another undercurrent rising quietly in the circle of generals in Daning.

General Liang Zhang, Zhu Yu's adopted brother, wanted to rehabilitate him.

This is also reasonable, the Zhu family belongs to the mother family of the prince and son. From the outsiders' point of view, the emperor's appointment of King Ning as the prince must be due to the remaining anger towards the Zhu family. In addition, Qi Yu saved a hand in the past, secretly copied a file and changed it to pass it on. He went out, preparing to take the presiding interrogator Wan Min into the army after he gained a firm foothold.

Liang Zhang obtained the plausible evidence, and believed that Zhu Yu was framed to death by Wan Min. Now that he has sharpened his sword, he only owes Qi Yu a trick.

Wan Min is not a good person, but he has no grudge against Qi Yu, it's just that when a person walks on a narrow road, if he wants to climb high, he has to drag the person in front of him down.

The timing is right now.

He took a sip of the wine in his glass and said calmly: "I really don't understand what General Liang said."

Sitting opposite him was Liang Guang, the eldest son of Liang Zhang. He came to Beijing from the south of the country all the way. He originally wanted to use the excuse of visiting Qi Yu to complain for his old friend, but now he could only see people pretending to be confused.

Liang Guang's face was ashen, and the eight-foot man knelt down, and his knee hit the stone slab with a "dong" sound, which made the wine glass in Qi Yu's hand ripple.

"The lower official is dull, I really don't understand, why did you change your mind and refuse to present that copy?"

Qi Yuwen sighed, put down his cup and walked to him: "I was born on the southern border, and I have always admired General Zhu. What General Liang said is also my wish."

"That being the case, why do you..."

"General Liang," Qi Yu interrupted him with a smile, "God has eyes, and I can't bear Master Zhu being wronged. You should go back to Lingnan General Liang's mansion, and what you are looking for may be there."

"But this thing is your father Liang Zhang's investigation for many years, and it has nothing to do with you, do you understand?"

Liang Guang was slightly taken aback, and after a while, he raised his hand and solemnly clasped his fists: "Thank you."

"It's a little effort, why bother to thank you." Qi Yu said with a smile

He really admired Zhu Yu sincerely, and he really wanted to use this to get rid of Wan Min, and more importantly, he owed him a favor from the Liang family, which had been in the hairpin for generations.

On August [-]th, the moon was rounder than that of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the night was clear and cloudless.

Qi Yu followed the trail and galloped all the way, finally stopping at the outskirts of a county where the capital leads to the southeast coast.Going forward is the mountain forest, and it is inconvenient for horses to walk, so he sent a few hundred households who are good at lightness kung fu to investigate first, and he led a large team to stop at the foot of the mountain.

A figure like a big black bird jumped down from a short tree,

The person who came was dressed in the brocade clothes of the Overwatch Council, and he flew swiftly and without a trace, he replied in a low voice: "Master Qi, there are traces of fire in this forest, he must have not gone far."

Qi Yu nodded, and got off his horse first: "Leave 20 people to surround the mountain, and the rest follow me to search the mountain."

Wan Min has been in the position of Supervisor of Ceremonies for more than ten years, so he is naturally capable. If the capital is a paradise for his greed for power, then the sea is his escape route.

So on the second day after Liang Zhang entered Beijing and sounded the grievance drum, he quickly figured out the situation, without much hesitation, he immediately packed his bags, one person and one horse, and rushed out of the city at the last moment before the curfew.

Qi Yu was half a step behind him, but he didn't lose the opportunity.

A person fleeing lightly must follow the water, and he only needs to follow the water to find traces of Wan Min.

The autumn night was cold, and the forest was even colder and damper. Walking alone in the night, he dared not start a fire in case a wild animal attacked him. Wan Min described himself in a state of distress, and when he was brought in front of Qi Yu, he couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

"Can I have a warm fire?" he asked.

Qi Yu nodded and signaled the escort to let go: "Please do what you want."

Wan Min stretched out his hands tightly bound by the hemp rope, warmed up by the fire, and suddenly sneered: "This governor still underestimated you."

Qi Yu sat on the other side of the fire, the warm orange light reflected on his face, revealing a gentle and courteous fake skin.

"General Liang gambled the lives of his whole family, and he has evidence in his hands, so even His Majesty can't stop it. But this slave girl knows that you are doing things for His Majesty, but it's heartbreaking to end up like this. Han, so I don’t dare to be unsatisfied this time, I must take your head to protect myself, and I hope you will not blame me.”

If you want to take the lives of others, you should not blame others, this is really shameless.Wan Min snorted coldly, ignored him, and kept warming himself by the fire.

There was a dog barking in the forest, Wan Min followed the sound, and saw a small dog tied to a tree trunk not far away. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully: "It seems to be Wan Ping's dog."

"The governor has good eyesight." Qi Yu praised, "If it wasn't for the master's help and gifting this small dog that knows the commander's scent, I'm afraid it would be difficult for the servants to find you."

The fire crackled, the muscles on Wan Min's face twitched slightly, and the two grooves on the side of his nose sank deeply.

"The governor treats him well."

Qi Yu shook his head, seeming a little regretful: "But who told you to kill the Queen, he was first picked up by the Queen and raised in Kunren Palace until he was 13 years old, and then he became your godson."

Wan Min knew that he was going to die here today, now that he knew the cause of defeat, he was a little more relaxed, and sighed with a smile: "I actually forgot."

"Master, you forget things a lot." Qi Yu took down the wine jug that was warm on the fire, and without hesitation, Shi Shiran took out a bag of powder from his bosom and sprinkled it into the wine, shook it, and handed it to Wan Min.

"Master, his old man is still serving the funeral ceremony of the king and empress. It is not easy to go out of Beijing. Only the servants will come to see you off."

Wan Min took the jug and looked at him with a half-smile: "In the future, if you fall, who will be there to see you off?"

Qi Yu didn't speak, and watched him drink the poisoned wine.

The poison given by the emperor sealed the throat with blood, and the fire was still warm, but the person was bleeding from the seven orifices, convulsed and caught a cold. Qi Yu sent someone to pack Wan Min's body, led the horse in one hand and the dog in the other, and walked slowly out of the deep forest.

Since ancient times, it has been rare for power officials to end well, but the world is so big that there are so many people who do not end well. They are just a drop in the ocean, so where do they come from?

Floating life is like a big dream, he only hopes that there is wind in this dream, which can lift that person up ninety thousand miles.