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It was a happy situation for everyone, but at night, another accident happened.

"Your Majesty, His Highness Ji committed suicide."

When he heard the news, Zhou Shuhe had just put Sui Sui to sleep, and was lying on the concubine's couch in Jiaofang Hall to nourish his skin, his face was covered with a thick layer of facial fat, and the small and warm white moon was rolling up and down on his face, Use to tighten skin texture.

She sat up abruptly, and the moon fell to the ground with a crisp crashing sound.

"What did you say!?"

Chun Ye replied: "His Highness Ji will be exiled from Beijing tomorrow, but today he committed suicide in the East Palace. Your Majesty didn't want him to die, but now he is furious, saying that he will make Chen and Ning and others who provoke their father and son pay the price."

It is ironic to say that during the Taiping period, the two princes committed suicide in name, but the person the emperor wanted him to die did not want to die himself, and the person the emperor wanted him to live did not want to live either.

Zhou Shuhe closed his eyes, his complexion changed several times.

The reason why Chu Chengji made this move is not difficult to guess. At the beginning, he broke the boat and led the troops to force the palace, relying on his solitary courage. Now that anger has dissipated, he is always worried about the future. .

"You don't have to keep this matter from Sui Sui, but you don't need to tell him specifically. After he wakes up tomorrow and knows about it, if he has anything he wants to ask or say, let him come to me."

Chunye nodded: "Then His Majesty..."

Zhou Shuhe's mind was running fast, and with the water brought by Jiyue in his hand, he took a towel and washed it indiscriminately.

"If Your Majesty wants to unleash the wrath of thunder, the Ning family will definitely not be able to bear it. I am afraid that Ning Chan will be forced into a hurry, and I will be dragged into the water by telling Your Majesty about my relationship with Qi Yu. It is about His Highness Ji, and I am inconvenient." Come out, you should first send someone to guard Zhongcui Palace, don't let her go out, then ask Zhu Xuanyue to hold back the emperor, then send Wu Xuan out of the palace, and tell Qi Yu the news, he knows what to do."

Of course Qi Yu knew what to do, not only Qi Yu, but even Ning Chan gradually noticed the strangeness of these days.

Monarchs, fathers and sons, husbands and wives are all connections written in black and white in the Three Cardinal Principles and Five Constant Principles. If we talk about affection, of course there will be no lack of it. Human hearts are all fleshy, but these affections must follow the two most basic principles.

The ruler can give, but the ministers cannot take; if the ruler wants to give, the ministers cannot refuse.

The emperor gave Chu Chengji the position of successor, but did not bestow the power of state affairs, and he asked for it himself. This is a big taboo;

But the dead are gone, whether it is said that the emperor is angry or sad, someone has to bear the anger of the emperor.

Right now, it's Ning Chan's responsibility.

In the dead of night, the deserted palace was lit with lanterns and dragons. Zhu Xuanyue failed to stop the emperor, and he strode into Zhongcui Palace amidst the uniform footsteps of the palace people.

Ning Chan was confined in the dormitory and knew nothing about the outside world. When the emperor came, she was still sleeping. After hearing the eunuch's message, she hurriedly got up and knelt in front of the emperor.

"His Majesty……"

Before she could finish the salute, she was kicked down by a strong force.

The emperor kicked her away, and let out a vicious "bitch" from between his teeth.

In such a huge imperial palace, the pavilions, towers and pavilions are all given nice and auspicious names. There has never been a palace called "Lenggong". It's just that when a concubine is rejected by the emperor, her nice and auspicious residence becomes a cold palace.

The cold wind on an autumn night swept open the glazed windows, and Ning Chan suddenly understood that this is the cold palace.

The emperor's lips were opened and closed, and he was saying something like "Ji'er", "death", "provoking", "you are the one who killed my son", but Ning Chan didn't hear clearly.All kinds of messy thoughts were intertwined in her mind. She thought that she hadn't put on makeup today, so she must be showing her old age, which is why the emperor detested her so much; she also thought about how old the emperor was, why did he despise her? ?

The rare treasures of the Zhongcui Palace are still shining under the lights, but the earth dragons in the palace no longer supply hot water heated with new charcoal, and the concubines in the palace no longer have the brocade and satin costumes of the new tribute.

Ning Chan got up and looked at him.That's right, the emperor hated her so much because he felt that she betrayed her husband and instigated right and wrong. If it weren't for her, Chu Chengji would not have rebelled, the emperor would not have punished Chu Chengji, and his son would not have died.

But it was the emperor himself who really scared the prince to commit suicide, wasn't he?

Ning Chan continued to think forward.It was Qi Yu who made her feel that the emperor's life was not long, and that she had to seek refuge with the new emperor as soon as possible to keep her position. It was Qi Yu who finally lured her into plotting against her step by step.

So who are the beneficiaries?

Regardless of whether Chu Chengji committed suicide or not, as long as the emperor did not die and the prince took the step of forcing the palace, the only winners would be the queen and the king of Chu.

For Ning Chan, Qi Yu lied to her and blinded her to this point, and even the final beneficiary was one of the people she hated the most in the past—all along, she hated Zhou Shuhe and Bai Xianxian the most, because they took away The emperor's love—but now, it's strange that she doesn't feel angry, and even has a sense of eager anticipation.

Since Qi Yu had helped Zhou Shuhe so much, of course their childhood sweethearts could not be faked.Hey, look at this soul-stirring and deep friendship, this deep-seated lovesickness, tenderness, mingling, rendezvous, love, poor Majesty, you are still kept in the dark.

It's ridiculous.

Ning Chan is obsessed with such jokes.

The stupidity and pity of the emperor will make her 30 years of wrong payment appear a little less stupid and pitiful.

She looked at him obsessively, her chest trembled, and she laughed loudly little by little.

"Bitch, what are you laughing at? Tell me, what are you laughing at!?"

The emperor's eyes were red, and he picked up a precious sword on the stand. The blade was pulled out of the sheath with a "chuckle", and the jade sword grid was pressed against his tiger's mouth.

The sword used to be a murder weapon, but with the change of dynasties and the passage of time, the murder weapon gradually became a sacrificial weapon, decorated with emeralds and gemstones, and became a plaything in the hands of the concubine of the deep palace.

But playthings can also become weapons again.

Under the rage, the emperor made big and urgent movements in his hands, and the gold and jade hair crown held by the flying dragon hit the Baibao Pavilion. He supported the scattered crown with one hand, and raised the sword with the other to stab Ning Chan.

"Miss!"

I saw the point of the sword piercing Zhuang Baolin's chest, and a little blood oozes from the light green robe. The court lady Hong Yao at the side let out a short exclamation, and fell limp in fright. Everyone back off.

There was no one else in the hall, he panted heavily, and asked through gritted teeth: "Ning Chan, what are you laughing at?"

She didn't reply, just kept laughing, shaking all over from laughing, the shaking body drove the sword edge to stir up the wound, and the blood stained into pieces in a blink of an eye.

Ning Chan looked down at the murder weapon on her chest, and her face that was no longer young was reflected on the blade.

That face is relaxed and happy, no longer foolishly in love with anyone, and will not be distortedly jealous of anyone.

"I laugh at His Majesty's pitiful and hateful, it's really ridiculous."

She took one last look at the emperor, raised her hand to grasp the blade, and drove the point deeper into her chest.

Blood flowed like running water, flowing from Ning Chan's heart to the emperor's hand. He let go of his palm as if being scalded, and the hilt and the blade of the sword were straight on the woman's chest.

The emperor was still angry, and felt a sense of sadness. After all, he had had a good time with this woman who died by the sword. Others have more affection.

All kinds of thoughts crossed my mind, and suddenly I felt a scratching itch in my throat, I couldn't help but bow my head and curl up like a shrimp, until I lay down on the ground, coughing heart-piercingly.

The itching was like claws scratching his heart, he coughed so sweetly that the root of his tongue was so sweet that he wanted to vomit out even his internal organs.

The emperor hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, the scarlet stained on the wrist bone rubbed against his face, and the vomited blood mixed into his already bloody palm.

He secretly thought that it was not good, and shouted loudly between coughing: "Come on! Come on!"

However, his throat was torn and bleeding, and his voice could not be uttered. Just when he was desperate, he saw a pair of cloth boots slowly approaching from the corner of his eye.

The emperor looked up and saw that it was Qi Yu.

In the lonely autumn night, there is a circle of orange-red lanterns in the dark night outside the palace. The palace people holding the lanterns stand outside. They seem to have not heard such a big movement in the house. They are silent and ferocious, far away. It looked like a group of beasts waiting for an opportunity.

Qi Yu knelt down and saw that the emperor's face was flushed from coughing, and blood was overflowing from his mouth and nose, but his eyes were full of hope and joy.

"Qi Yu, cough cough, call He Jieyu quickly, cough... elixir, save, save me."

He looked at the emperor quietly for a while, and wondered, "Did Ning Chan not tell you anything?"

"You said, cough, what?"

Qi Yu heard the words clearly, and a sarcasm curled up on the corner of her lips: "I was afraid that she would say something she shouldn't say and cause me trouble. Now it seems that even Concubine Zhuang... no, even Zhuang Baolin I don't want you to be a fool."

"What are you talking about! A mere lowly slave! Cough cough, how dare you—cough cough cough."

The voice was lost in the unstoppable coughing.

Qi Yu was not annoyed, but thoughtfully grabbed the emperor's neckline and wiped off the blood from his mouth and nose with cloth. The bright yellow brocade was stained red, but it was only a dirty dark orange.

Death was like a viscous black whirlpool, pulling the blood out of the emperor's body. He just coughed up blood at first, and then slowly coughed up small pieces of meat that looked like broken internal organs.

Qi Yu stood up and watched him gently, seeing that the real dragon emperor coughed up blood, vomited out flesh, and finally twitched all over his body, and slowly stopped breathing.

He crawled beside Ning Chan, whose body had not completely cooled down.

Qi Yu stepped over the dirt on the ground and walked out of the palace smoothly.

"Your Majesty is dead."

Only then did the palace people outside the hall seem to come alive. Some ran to ring the bell, and more people looked at the figure on the steps.

Everyone shouted in unison, breaking the silence of the long night.

"Your Majesty—death—"

The autumn was crisp, and the night wind blew away the bloody smell sticking to his body. Qi Yu looked up and saw the bright moon hanging in the sky. It was the time when the breeze was clear.

The author says:

A chapter of double kills.