The killer concubine of the sick prince

Zhao Ruixi will never forget that day, when he smashed into Prince Xi's mansion, when the fire was shining in Zhengjin Palace, when he bid farewell to Jiang Jiuyi, and there was no news of him anymore.

He woke up, and under the double rescue of Jiang Jiuyi's blood and Feng Zhiyan, he finally woke up.

But he woke up too late, facing his great father who wanted his life by any means, and the whereabouts of his princess was unknown.

Jingrong Pavilion was deserted and deserted. After the fire, only a dry bone was left, and even half of the bone was blackened.

11 years ago, Jingrong Pavilion took away his mother's life, and 11 years later, Jingrong Pavilion took away his favorite person again.

A heavy rain in late autumn extinguished the fire. Standing in the courtyard, Zhao Ruixi looked at the burnt black ruined walls, with only the charred skull in his arms.

God is cruel, he thought.

His happiness and happiness were taken away in such a tragic way in less than a year.

But the days are still moving forward, he wants revenge, he wants to take good care of his concubine's family, and he still carries with him the last wish of God's army and the hope of the Yun family.

On October 28th of the 27th year of Meng Qing, a sudden fire burned in the Jingrong Pavilion in Zhengjin Palace City. This is the place where the former empress died. Now the fire broke out, causing many people to discuss.

On the night of the 27th of the same year, Prince Xi's mansion was suddenly attacked by thieves, Princess Xi died, and Prince Xi was seriously injured. After waking up, the grief-stricken Prince Xi took Princess Xi's body and set off for Liuyang Jiufan to recuperate three days later.

Jiang Mansion is plain, thanking guests behind closed doors.

Coincidentally, not long after this, some of the family members of important ministers in Beijing contracted ventilation problems one after another. In severe cases, they even lay paralyzed on the bed and became ill.

In previous years, there was always heavy snowfall in Xidu, but unexpectedly it rained all winter. The wet and cold rain seemed to be playing a sad song, singing a story that no one could understand.

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"My lord, I'm leaving Beijing soon."

There was a sound in the carriage, and there was some movement. Zhao Ruixi raised the curtain of the car and watched the familiar scenery retreat. Yuantian, whom he had described to Jiang Jiuyi countless times, was walking towards him, but he was the only one who saw it.

He still held a ghost ball in his hand.

This is the one Jiang Jiuyi gave him.

Jiang Jiuyi didn't leave him anything, or his things were pitifully small, he was an unfavored child in Jiang Mansion, and he only took what he deserved when he came to Prince Xi's Mansion.What was really left to him, apart from the ball in his hand, was his blood.

He rejected others' offer to say goodbye, and quietly left Xidu in the middle of the night.

Zhao Fuqing didn't want to keep him, and even wanted his life. It was the fire in the Zhengjin Palace that called him back, and even made him let go of Prince Xi's Mansion and let him go to Liuyang's fiefdom.

It is unknown how the process will be—but he knows that it must be an extremely tragic price.

What kind of suffering and torture did Jiang Jiuyi suffer during these half a month?

He pretended to be arrogant and noble, but Jiang Jiuyi was the one who saved him in the end.

That night, he stopped Nan Duo who was about to enter the palace for revenge, and told her Ru'er's true identity. Nan Duo slapped him, planted a love gu in his body, and then took Ru'er away without a trace. .

Once love Gu is planted, he can only love one person in his life.

It just so happened that he had no intention of accepting anyone other than Jiang Jiuyi.

Feng Zhiyan came to persuade him, Wang Hengqi came to see him, looked at the dead bones in his arms, and looked at him like a walking dead.

He said, "I won't do stupid things now, I want his life, and the life of every sinner who was stained with Yi'er's blood."

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Inside Zhengjin Palace,

The towering palace wall is a natural barrier. While isolating the prying eyes of the outside world, it also seals the dream of freedom of the people inside.

Zhao Fuqing was furious at this time, he never expected that it was Jiang Jiuyi from the beginning, and Princess Xi was really a man!

But now, people were burned to death, and people from Nanjiang even sneaked into the underground palace and took Nanzhi away!The most exasperating thing is that now his mother is guarding Qianyi Palace and never leaving her, and he is not allowed to trouble Zhao Ruixi!

What's the point of what he, the emperor, did!

Southern Xinjiang, Southern Xinjiang!

One day he will completely eradicate southern Xinjiang. What kind of place is so mysterious. For so many years, every emperor in the past dynasties wanted to own this place but they all failed. Could it still be able to stop Darong's iron cavalry?

Immediately, he summoned He Lin, "He Lin draws up an order! Send me an order to command General Ren Fengqi to enter the palace!"

"Ren Fengqi won't come." The old lady who was sitting on the grand teacher's chair spinning the beads said without opening her eyes, and her voice calmly stated the facts.

"Queen, I am the emperor!"

"Da Rong doesn't need an irrational emperor." The old queen stopped her hands, her eyes were still sharp and clear even though she was old, "Your majesty, you made a mistake."

This sentence touched Zhao Fuqing's bad luck, and he was almost furious: "I am the master of this great honor, why did I do anything wrong? It's all those untouchables who dare to offend me!"

"Your Majesty!" The old empress slammed the prayer beads on the table with a "snap", her eyes glowed brightly, "You are sick."

After finishing speaking, the old lady stood up and walked out, no matter how much her son yelled behind her, she didn't look back, because a guard stopped the "Master of Great Glory".

The palace gate of Qianyi Palace was closed, and the old queen came out, and said to the palace people waiting outside: "The emperor has been in a hurry and got sick, please take care of him carefully."

As she walked forward, someone naturally followed her steps, and the one following behind the old lady turned out to be Zhao Fuqing's caring eunuch He Lin!

He turned out to be the Empress Dowager's man!

In the Qingdeng ancient temple, Empress Xia was sitting on the futon and quietly copying the scriptures. There was a lot of noise outside these days, and there were waves of people who came to her, some she saw and some she didn't.

She knew that Nanzhi must have escaped, otherwise Zhao Fuqing would not have been so demented and did such a mindless thing, but Jiang Jiuyi didn't seem to be well, the palace people saw her being taken away by the old queen, and then she was taken away in Jingrong Pavilion There is no follow-up in the fire.

If—the emperor can be replaced by another person...

Empress Xia gently put down the pen in her hand, looked up at the gloomy sky outside, the pattering winter rain was still falling, chilling her heart.

She got up, no longer copying the scriptures, but started to embroider, and saw that a piece of linen was densely embroidered with blue threads, which looked like clusters of flowers.

"Zhao Fuqing, you need to know the truth about blood debts..."

And far away in the outskirts of the western capital, Nan Duo, who should have disappeared without a trace, reappeared, and there were three more strangers in her courtyard...

A blind old Taoist priest passed by an alley in Xidu, muttering, "Break and then stand, reborn from the ashes..."

"Finally there will be peace..."

volume three finale