treacherous beauty

"Master Xiang, everything is fate. If it weren't for the second son, we don't know where to start now." Su Muchen said.

Chen Ying was so angry that she almost jumped, after hearing this, she slowly let go of her emotions, talked with Su Muchen, and went to Zhu's room stroking her beard until it was dark.

In the early morning of the next day, Ah Qiang was carried by a small sedan chair, quietly went out through the side door, and was sent to a secluded courtyard of the Chen family in the suburbs of Beijing.

"Miss Nine, don't cry, Mr. Xiang is also doing it for your own good. Could it be possible that the Second Young Master has accepted you in the mansion?" The woman who followed impatiently persuaded her while making the bed.

Ah Qiangyou couldn't stop crying: "Auntie, please do me a favor and send a message to my mother, let her come and see me."

The mother-in-law gave her a sideways look: "Okay, okay, Mr. Xiang said that everything should be done according to Miss Jiu, and the old woman will go back to the house and tell Mrs. Zhu in a while."

Only then did Ah Qiang stop her tears, Chen Huan saw that she was hopeless, but she couldn't die here forever, she had to find a way with her mother quickly, otherwise who would she depend on in this life.

On the side of the Chen residence, Mrs. Zhu knelt beside Chen Ying crying, "I beg the master to spare Ah Qiang, she is still young and doesn't know anything..."

Chen Ying helped her up and said, "Hey, what are you talking about? I'm Qi Huan'er, that useless thing. I sent her out because I was afraid of ruining Ah Qiang's reputation. Okay, okay, don't cry. gone."

Mrs. Zhu said: "Ah Qiang can't tell, she can't tell she's pregnant with the Chen family's flesh and blood..."

Chen Ying was shocked and overjoyed, and asked anxiously, "Is what you said true?"

He originally planned to send Ah Qiang to another place. Chen Huan was rebellious, so he must find someone to meet secretly, come and go again, and ask the doctor to prescribe some medicines to help her conceive, so that Ah Qiang might not be pregnant before entering the palace.

But this is too coincidental. Could it be that God's will will help him?

Mrs. Zhu nodded quickly. A mother can guess whether there is any goods in her daughter's stomach.

It seems a little fast.

Chen Ying frowned. Jian Chengcong had been against him everywhere recently, and he was not so obedient. He sent Ah Qiang directly to the palace. Can he accept it?

unknown.

We have to go the hard way.

***

After taking a nap, Xue Yong heard rustling sounds in the room, turned his head and saw the dumb little eunuch came in with a food box, filled a table full of dishes, and was arranging the bowls and chopsticks.

Xue Yong: ...

What day is today!

Seeing Xue Yong wake up, the dumb little eunuch gestured with his hands and mouth: Your Majesty is coming to eat.

Xue Yong looked at the sun, squinted his eyes and said nothing.

Ok.

The dumb little eunuch gestured again: Mr. Xue, hurry up and get dressed, His Majesty will be here in a while.

Xue Yong: ...

Comb your mother's makeup, I am not a concubine.

Suppressing his anger, Xue Yong straightened his clothes, came to the table with his hair down, and asked him, "What happened outside?"

The dumb little eunuch shook his head like a rattle: No, there is a happy event in the palace, and His Majesty has a new Zhaoyi.

Xue Yong was confused by his screams, and thought: The emperor has never married, nor has he ever accepted a concubine, what kind of woman made the sun come out from the west.

The dumb little eunuch gestured again: Miss Nine of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she looks so pretty.

Xue Yong snorted, and then asked in surprise: "Your Majesty has newly accepted Zhaoyi, why did you come to my place for dinner?"

Besides, it's not lunch time.

The dumb little eunuch was about to make gestures when there was a light cough from outside the door, and a bright yellow figure flashed in. Xue Yong raised his eyes, saw Jian Chengcong's face was slumped, and waved to him: "Qingyan."

Xue Yong: "I heard that His Majesty was very happy with Zhaoyi. Congratulations to Your Majesty."

Jian Chengcong waved his hand to let the little eunuch back down, and Da Ma Jindao sat on the chair: "Zhen and Qingyan have been together for a long time, and I can't tolerate others more and more in my eyes."

Xue Yong also sat down under him, and smiled in a low voice with unknown meaning: "It can be seen how lovely this Chen Zhaoyi is."

The Chen family suddenly sent a daughter into the palace at this time, no matter how I think about it, I feel that this matter is not so simple.

It’s getting into summer, and the tall trees outside the window are full of green shade, with cicadas attached to them, and they croaked a few times as if they were practicing their voices, and then stopped abruptly, fearing that they were touched by the guards, and if they had accumulated too much, they would fry it in a frying pan. A plate of appetizers is ready.

Jian Chengcong picked up the teacup to moisten his throat, put down the cup and held it in his hands, and said without a tone: "It's a pity that I can't bear this good fortune. I have no choice but last night..."

He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

A while ago, the suppression of the Chen family was a bit ruthless, but this time, it can be regarded as a backlash.

Last night Chen Huan entered the palace again, and... the man said, since you don't want to be nice to me, you might as well accept my sister, no matter how stupid I am, I will definitely not get involved with my brother-in-law.

The shame of having nothing to say made him want to tear up the Chen clan immediately, throwing the corpses into the wild to feed the dogs, and then he felt relieved.

Xue Yong sighed lightly, took out the fan and folded it open: "Your Majesty has been too constrained to himself these years, since there are beauties coming to your door, you should enjoy yourself."

Jian Chengcong smiled wryly, a strand of white hair on his sideburns was a bit glaring, watching Xue Yong open the fan and close it boredly, while pouring a cup of tea, he turned a deaf ear to his words.

Xue Yong didn't speak, and cast his gaze out of the window leisurely.

The Chen family can't achieve great things, their spies, hehe, have long been secretly bought by the emperor.

With a scoff in my heart, I thought again, the Wei family is the same.

If Jian Chengcong didn't kill himself, his throne would still be safe and sound.

"Qingyan." Jian Chengcong rolled up his sleeves and took a pair of chopsticks, lowered his eyes and said warmly: "Have a meal with me?"

Xue Yong was slightly stunned, unable to see his eyes hidden under his eyelashes, so he had to take a spoon too: "I have eaten too much at noon, let me have a bowl of soup."

He picked up some soup in the spoon and brought it to his lips. He suddenly smiled, put the spoon back into the bowl, and his eyes blurred with fleeting desolation: "That's when I remembered that I haven't taken the medicine in the morning."

Suddenly, he took out a veil to cover his lips, and when he took it away, it was already stained with blood, and he lay there gasping for breath.

Jian Chengcong frowned imperceptibly, put down his chopsticks and helped Xue Yong up himself: "Qingyan, is your body so weak?"

Xue Yong forced himself to stand up, suddenly dizzy, and slammed into Jian Chengcong's body heavily. Through the heavy fabric, impetuousness and heat came from underneath, sometimes mixed with forced suppression and forbearance, which was not normal.

Jian Chengcong didn't feel anything, he frowned and helped him onto the bed. Seeing that his eyebrows were lightly closed, his face was also dark blue, and his condition was not good, he sighed softly and called someone to come over to remove the dishes, and ordered the imperial physician to come .

After such a tossing, the meal was naturally unfinished. Jian Chengcong paced out, squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. Clouds piled up on the sky, blocking most of the sunlight. He raised his hand and tapped his forehead, and walked away from the Shouhuang Palace.

***

Xue Yong took the medicine, and as soon as the imperial physician left, he immediately sat up from the bed, spread out his palms, and found that a silver needle inside had already turned green——

The poison is extremely subtle and powerful, as long as a plopper drinks a few sips, within five days, he will go mad and die.

His lips were pursed into a line, and after much deliberation, he couldn't figure out why Jian Chengcong planned to poison him.

No, if it wasn't for his sudden dizziness just now, Jian Chengcong might have already drank the soup, could it be...

Someone planned to have him and Jian Chengcong together.

Xue Yong accidentally clenched his palm tightly, bleeding profusely from the silver needle, he quickly pressed it with a handkerchief, tested his voice, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is anyone there?"

The dumb little eunuch ran in briskly and looked at him inexplicably: You are awake.

Xue Yong made a gesture of pen and ink to him, withdrew the last trace of clarity from his eyes, and said with a sigh of relief: "I will die soon, and there is something I can't let go of before I die."

He paused here without saying anything, staring at the little eunuch, his brows raised a little coldly: "These days, you can sleep peacefully, the ghost of the late emperor will not harass you anymore, right?"

The dumb little eunuch blushed, avoided his gaze, waved his hands and nodded, which was a tacit consent.

"I said little eunuch, where are you from?" Xue Yong stared at him closely and asked.

The dumb little eunuch pulled his skirt and gestured, probably speaking of his hometown, with a missful smile on his face.

"Shaanxi Mansion." Xue Yong smiled thoughtfully, squinting his starry eyes and said, "It's a good place, the beef Yunying noodles there are delicious."

The smile on the mute little eunuch's face froze, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, as if he was homesick.

Xue Yong's heart trembled.

The Yunying noodles with mutton are from Shanxi Prefecture, and the Yunying noodles with beef are from Huaizhou Prefecture.

The dumb little eunuch is from Huaizhou Prefecture!

The imperial dining room has not changed cooks or errands for many years, so it is absolutely impossible to tamper with Jian Chengcong's meals!

Xue Yong twisted the blackened silver needle with his fingers, and his thoughts locked on the dumb little eunuch.

Heh, it turns out that Duke Huai's eyeliner has already penetrated into the palace.

Duke Huai, he didn't intend to let the emperor live from the very beginning, he couldn't wait any longer.

What kind of cold and sickness are all fucking blindfolds.

If Jian Chengcong died tonight, King Huai might come to the city tomorrow, faster than anyone else.

Xue Yong laughed in his heart, they were plotting against Duke Huai, and Duke Huai was plotting against them, they were all in each other's trap, none of them could escape.

Don't wait any longer, it's a certainty that Duke Huai will raise troops on the side of Lord Qing!

He was still wishfully waiting to persuade Jian Chengcong to change his mind... His thin lips were slightly pursed, and a murderous look flashed in his lowered eyes. This time, it's time for him to make a move.

Assassins, assassinations, poisoning... which one of these three indiscriminate methods does he not know, and which one is not good at?

His Highness Duke Huai, long time no see.

The assassin brother in his hand has been raised for many years, and it is time to use it.

The fragrance of ink floated, and Xue Yong's pen brushed away for a while, with cold sweat dripping on his forehead, he stared at the nib of the pen in thought, his eyes dimmed, until the shadow of the sun turned and the brilliance in the hall disappeared before he let go and plunged into the brush washing.

He got up and looked outside, then pushed himself back into the seat, the early summer wind passed through the hall, making the rice paper pressed by his wrist rustle, in the broken light and shadow, he turned his eyes sideways, slightly stunned.

In the scorching sun, he saw a partridge circling low in the sky, whining desolately, as if it was eagerly looking for something...

Xue Yong touched the jade pendant on his chest, and there was a fragrance of succulent floating up. He took it off and held it in his hand, thinking to himself: Feiqing, come earlier.

He is leaving the palace.

ASAP!

The author has something to say: update!Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: 1 crab across the River of Forgetfulness;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

3 bottles of Balcony;

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