Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Chapter 361 The Domineering Princess Falls in Love with Me 22
Back in time, when the sacrificial ceremony had just started, after Lan Shuang finished saying that, the old emperor was about to shout, but after shouting for a long time, no one came in and said nothing, and there was no movement outside.

No matter how dull the old emperor was, he still noticed something was wrong.

He forced himself to sit up, pointed at Lan Shuang with his dry and thin fingers and asked in horror: "You... what did you do? Lan Shuang? You want to rebel? Have you forgotten who saved you and supported you to this day? Is it? If it wasn’t for me, the grass on your grave would be three feet high now!”

When he got excited, his throat itched, and he couldn't help coughing, his sallow face turned red from coughing.

Lan Shuang stood by the bed and looked at him leisurely, and asked back with a half-smile: "Your Majesty thinks it's me who wants to rebel?"

"Isn't it? You just said..."

Lan Shuang raised her hand to interrupt the old emperor's words, she put her finger on her lips and gave a soft "hush", "Your Majesty may wish to listen carefully."

The old emperor didn't understand what she meant. He frowned and remained silent for a moment. He didn't hear anything at first, but soon, a rush of footsteps came from far and near, and soon stopped at the door of the bedroom. Someone kicked the door and entered. A cool breeze blows in.

The old emperor couldn't help shrinking back again, wanting to ask Lan Shuang to escort him, but remembering her appearance just now, and didn't believe her, he felt that he was under the enemy for a while.

Lan Shuang turned around slowly, with no trace of fear on her face.

888 was nervous, but when he saw Lan Shuang, he couldn't help but act a little bit, "Host, why didn't you react at all? Is your composure a bit too much? Shall we cooperate appropriately?"

Lan Shuang raised her eyebrows: "This kind of scene where the prince turned against his ministers and forced the palace, I haven't experienced it ten times, but there are seven or eight times. I can't get into the drama at all. This battle is not the biggest."

888: "... I am short-sighted."

"What's more..." Lan Shuang said without a word, 888 was curious: "What's more?"

Lan Shuang shook her head: "Nothing."

There was a soft smile in her eyes, not to mention that she was not alone this time, and there was someone behind her to support her, so she had nothing to be afraid of.

The sound of unhurried footsteps approached, and Lan Shuang looked up, and saw the second prince who was supposed to be confined in the mansion, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a golden crown, coming with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his lips I mean, after seeing Lan Shuang, the smile became stronger.

"Nine thousand years old is loyal to the father, it's already this time, are you not in a hurry?"

The imperial concubine came in behind him, gave Lan Shuang a disdainful look and said, "What do you have to say to her? Hurry up."

"Don't worry, Nine Thousand Years old was so beautiful, she is about to die, why don't you let her die?" Although the second prince said so, he waved his hand the next moment, and two guards came in and grabbed Lan Shuang's arms and cut them back. Behind him, pushing her away from the bed.

Lan Shuang didn't resist either, and let them take her back to make room for the second prince.

The second prince came to the bedside and looked down at the old emperor. The old emperor was astonished and found it to be expected. If anyone among those princes had the ability and courage to rebel, it was the second prince.

After all, his mother clan is also very powerful.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the brightly made-up imperial concubine behind him.

"You...you are really good, you actually joined forces to deal with me!"

He stared at the imperial concubine bitterly, looking at that posture, he wanted to cut her into pieces with his eyes.

The noble concubine sneered, "Why does your majesty look at the concubine like this? At this point, the concubine is forced to be helpless. If your majesty hadn't listened to the slander and grounded Ye'er, our mother and son are at the end of the world, so we can only take this bad policy. If your majesty is willing Now that the decree is to grant Lan Shuang to death, and then pass the position to Ye'er, the concubine is also willing to serve His Majesty for a few more days."

She squatted down beside the bed, persuasively.

The old emperor wavered for a moment, and really looked at Lan Shuang, thinking about who was more credible, she or the imperial concubine.

The second prince showed a bit of sarcasm, and said to Lan Shuang: "Look, you are just a dog raised by the emperor, and you can throw it away at any time in a critical situation."

He looked expectantly at that little white face, wanting to see a panicked expression on it, so that he would let out a bad breath, but Lan Shuang was not only not afraid, but also smiled at him leisurely.

The second prince suddenly felt a lump in his chest, and his expression became stern, "Okay, okay, okay, you laugh, and when you cry later."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to ask for the imperial decree and jade seal that had been prepared earlier.

"Father, life or death is in your mind."

He stared at the old emperor with pity, and the old emperor trembled. He hated the rampant appearance of this rebellious son, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You have controlled the palace? Where are the Imperial Forest Army? Where are the Jinyiwei? Where are you from?" soldiers and horses?"

Before the second prince could answer the question, the old emperor guessed it from his eyes. He suddenly remembered, and blurted out in surprise: "Are you from Daying, Kyoto?"

The second prince chuckled lightly: "That's right, my father may have forgotten that the lieutenant general of the capital's camp is considered my cousin."

The old emperor really forgot.

He has been indifferent to the government for so many years, so he memorized the names of a few important ministers. He didn't know who the lieutenants were. He didn't expect to be taken advantage of by them. How could such an important position be given to the prince's mother Clan?

He really wanted to go back and strangle himself to death, but unfortunately there is no medicine for regret in this world, he looked at the second prince coldly, his lips twitched for a while but still couldn't swallow the breath, and cursed: "Bastard! Nizi!"

The second prince didn't take it seriously, and sent the imperial decree forward, "Father, don't try to delay the time, you want to wait for the people who worshiped the roof to come back?"

The little thought was exposed, and the old emperor's face became stiff for a moment.

"Your Majesty, you are really naive. Since we dared to rebel, we must have made perfect preparations in advance. There are hundreds of civil and military officials standing on the altar. If we can't get it done, how dare we come here?"

The old emperor trembled all over, "You...have you attacked them?"

"There are all the pillars of the court, and the courtiers and concubines are not discriminated against. They didn't do anything to them, but let them wait there for the new emperor to ascend the throne."

The imperial concubine stood up and dragged the old emperor to the ground, "No one can save you now, so you should obey obediently, so as to avoid suffering."

The old emperor struggled, and subconsciously looked at Lan Shuang for help, but Lan Shuang did not disappoint him. She stood for a while, listening to the movement outside, suddenly smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Second Highness, Empress Concubine, Have you killed the king and seized the throne, have you thought about what will happen if you fail? Or are you so confident that you will succeed?"

The second prince narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean? Could it be that you think that you still have room to turn around now? Who do you expect to save you?"

Lan Shuang laughed lightly, suddenly burst into a fit, the knife in her sleeve slipped into her palm, and wiped the guard's neck with her backhand, and before the other guard could react, directly inserted the dagger into his throat.

(End of this chapter)