The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

A prince, a hopeless prince, wanting to kill the emperor is as difficult as a sow going up a tree.

There must be no chance to kill the king, he can't even see his father's face now.

Raise soldiers? Don't be kidding, he only has so few soldiers attached to the East Palace, it's hard to get things done.

The prince pulled his hair.

It seems that it is too difficult to solve the father's emperor in a serious way.

How to do it?

The prince sitting on the chair as if boneless, stared at the roof worryingly, thinking hard.

Qi Wang also pondered this question.

He is also very curious about what the prince would do.

Inspiring the prince to be desperate, but he didn't know what way his stupid brother could come up with.

This is what Qi Wang feels regretful.

He is outside the palace, it is difficult to reach into the palace.

The reason why the two little servants in the East Palace are so easy to buy can also be attributed to the precarious situation in the East Palace.

He promised to promote them well in the future, and the two of them would naturally be tempted.

There is still a future in doing things for him. There is only a dead end with the prince. Anyone who is not a fool knows how to choose.

The prince was worried and was in a daze all day, seeming to be thinking about something.

Looking at the appearance of the prince, the princess was inexplicably uneasy. Although she was very disappointed with the man, she still persuaded: "His Royal Highness should still cheer up and don't give up on yourself."

Go ahead, let the father get better, and have the spirit to deal with the abolition of the prince, so that their family can spend the rest of their lives in peace and stability.

The prince heard what the prince said, and he became more upset: "How to cheer up? You still have the mind to cook porridge every day to please the emperor. What's the use of it? If the emperor abolishes me, you think you can still be the princess ?"

The princess couldn't bear it and said: "I am not rare to be a princess——"

The prince was so embarrassed that he pinched the prince's chin, gritted his teeth and asked, "Then what do you want to be?"

Don't want to be a princess, don't look down on him as a princess, do you want to be princess Yan?

He knew that this **** was not ordinary to the old seven!

The princess did not know where the prince's hostility came from. She trembled her eyelashes and pursed her lips, "I just want to be Chun's mother for a long time."

Even the flat-headed people she recognized, she was afraid that she would not end well with a man like the prince, and would not be able to watch Brother Chun grow up, even Brother Chun--

The princess's face was as pale as snow, and she dared not think about it anymore.

This answer made the prince stunned, then furious, and slapped the princess' face with a slap: "Broom Star, you curse me!"

The princess held her hot cheeks and looked at the princess incredulously.

The relationship between her and the prince has always been at odds, but this is the first time the prince has acted on her.

Seeing the princess like this, the prince was inexplicably happy, and sneered: "Anyway, my father has been so disappointed with me, do you think I still care?"

The princess's heart grew colder.

It turned out that this man didn't hit her before, just because he was afraid that his father would know that he was angry, but now he is smashed and unscrupulous.

"Don't say bad things in the future!" The prince put down these words and walked away.

The prince concubine stared at the prince's departed back without saying a word, with a thought circling in her mind: Since the prince has realized that the position of the prince is difficult to maintain, where does his hard spirit come from?

The prince left from the princess and lifted his foot to the favorite little palace lady.

The little palace lady asked cautiously: "Your Highness is not happy?"

The prince glanced at the little palace lady, and said nothing.

"It hurts you to get angry, so please drink a cup of tea to calm your anger." The little palace lady offered the prince a cup of hot tea.

The prince took a sip of tea, still upset, put the teacup heavily on the table, and muttered, "How can you kill someone without knowing it?"

"What did your highness say?"

The prince has been "chatting" with this little palace lady for a few years. In his opinion, he is reliable, and he can't help but ask, "You said, how can you kill a person without being noticed?"

The little palace lady's face was pale, she bit her lip and said, "Poisoned?"

The prince shook his head: "Poisoning can't work, it can still be found out."

First of all, he has to get poison, and second, he can poison his father, but neither of these two points is possible.

The prince was a little discouraged.

He was so sad that he asked a little palace lady. He couldn't think of a way, could the little palace lady think of it?

At this moment, I heard the little palace lady say two words: "Witch Gu?"

The prince was agitated, and suddenly looked at the little palace lady: "What did you say?"

The little palace lady turned pale and said timidly: "A witchcraft technique is popular in the slave's hometown, which can kill people unknowingly..."

"How to do it?" the prince asked with a trembling tone.

The little palace lady bit her lip and said: "It's not difficult. Make a puppet from paulownia, write the person's birth date and spell, and just bury it somewhere..."

The prince's eyes flickered and his heart moved.

Sickness comes like a mountain, and goes like a thread. Emperor Jing Ming was ill for a while, although he was a little lackluster, he decided to go to court.

It's not a good thing to leave it for a long time.

The officials waiting outside the gate of Qianqing were summoned by the emperor Wen and couldn't help being overjoyed.

The emperor's body is finally well, and their hanging hearts can finally let go.

These days, the ministers were still waiting outside the gate of Qianqing as early as usual, but they were all waiting for news that the emperor’s illness had not healed and would not be able to go to court, and now everyone was happy to see the emperor.

There is no way, although the prince is in the year of standing, but who is so indifferent, if the emperor falls at this time, Da Zhou might be in danger.

Emperor Jingming was supported by Pan Hai and sat down on the dragon chair. After the officials had seen the ceremony, he slowly said, "All the Qings are flat."

The ministers straightened up, took a quick glance at Emperor Jingming, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his expression was fair.

The emperor does look good, thank goodness.

"What's the matter with Aiqing, please report one by one." Emperor Jingming missed the court for many days. He returned to the familiar environment with a smile on his face unconsciously.

It's been a long time since he heard these old guys blushing with thick necks.

A minister stood up and reported recent important matters.

Then another minister stood up.

They have been waiting for Emperor Jingming to go to court, and all the ministries have accumulated a lot of things.

Emperor Jingming listened patiently to the performance of the courtiers, and secretly pondered the abolition of the prince.

The second waste prince is not a trivial matter. It is better to slow down, at least not when his body is just right and the mind of the civil and military officials is not stable enough.

The ministers understood that Emperor Jingming had recovered from his serious illness, and did not take the troubles to the table. The scene where the officials missed by Emperor Jingming blushing with thick necks did not appear.

"If you have something to play, you will leave the court if there is nothing--"

The ministers bowed: "The ministers will send the emperor to the emperor."

Emperor Jingming took Pan Hai's hand and walked forward two steps, suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he staggered forward and planted.