Chapter 2 Who does the sharp blade hate

The funeral of the little prince should have been simple, but Xiao Yuanqi wanted to be buried in the ceremony of the crown prince. Naturally, the burial of the prince has to go through some rules, and these times are the time that Shen Sirong can grasp.

The night was thick, and there was a bright and dark figure standing outside the Shangyang Palace. Standing in the dark is Qin Zheng, and standing in the dark is Xiao Yuanfeng. Qin Zheng came by order, and what he was talking about was the secret letter. But Xiao Yuanfeng should not appear here.

A purple light shirt, Xiao Yuanfeng's sleeves swayed with a wide arc. He quietly looked at the Shangyang Palace not far away. The wind at night was cold, and Xiao Yuanfeng's originally tough face showed a wry smile. It's naturally painful for this chill to pass by, but it's far less than her in the Shangyang Palace. How sad it is for her young son to die of a full moon...

He looked at the people in the Shangyang Palace from a distance, and the people he cared about were looking at the scenery at this moment.

Shen Sirong was taken around by Xiao Yuanqi. The people of the palace knew that today's emperor was furious and naturally would not disturb him. Shen Sirong, who is speechless, is like a ceramic doll. He can't cry or laugh.

"It's just me that you feel so uncomfortable." Xiao Yuanqi didn't know how to comfort her. Thinking of the look in Shen Sirong's eyes, he couldn't help but be afraid. He did not ignore it, and there was blame for him in the depths of Shen Sirong's eyes.

Walking, Shen Sirong stopped in front of a cluster of flowers. He squatted down and gradually touched the beautiful petals: "A flash in the pan, just for Wei Tuo."

The epileidium is extremely beautiful, but the flowering period is extremely short. Is this irrelevant? She is still Shen Sirong and has not changed at all, but now she doesn't want to be herself anymore. If she is to be herself, she will sacrifice her own children. She doesn't do anything to others and can guard against others, but she can't protect the children who are still in their infancy. She blames Xiao Yuanqi and herself even more. Everything is no longer important. She just wants to avenge her child...

"Then my child came in a hurry. And for what?" Shen Sirong had a little sad pain and slowly came out. But the sadness that made Xiao Yuanqi's heart calm down quickly disappeared. When she got up, her face was extremely cold and arrogant, as if it was not her who was a little sad just now.

She bowed coldly: "Your Majesty, Lord Qin has been waiting for a long time." Shen Sirong half lowered her face, and the moonlight shone on her big red dress. After removing the phoenix crown, she took up her hair at will, and her smooth neck couldn't help making life cold.

Xiao Yuanqi did not answer, but blocked the dazzling moonlight in front of her and blocked a dark place for her. On the way back to the hall, Shen Sirong followed him closely and stepped on the sycamore trees in the garden without saying a word.

In the inner hall. Qin Zheng stood alone in the center of the glorious and indifferent hall and looked at the people who came in one after the other. He bent down and bowed down: "I want to see the emperor, the imperial concubine."

"Lord Qin is exempt from courtesy." Shen Sirong answered before Xiao Yuanqizhi. Qin Zheng was stunned on the spot and looked up to see that the emperor on the dragon throne was not different before he got up and straightened his clothes. He also knew something about the imperial concubine. Tonight, her change was so abnormal that he didn't know the deep meaning. But since the emperor is not to blame, he won't say anything more.

Shen Sirong knew that he had surpassed it, but he couldn't wait any longer. Every night, her heartache deepens. She is going to deal with all the people who hurt her child one by one.

"Lord Qin, what have you found in the list and the handwriting on the secret letter?" Shen Sirong was very anxious, and his tone couldn't help but speed up.

Qin Zheng arched his hand and replied, "Yes, I found out that the handwriting of a person's left hand matches the handwriting of the secret letter."

"Who is this person?"

A man surnamed Muyi Yang is a relative of the housekeeper of the royal palace. He was originally a depressed scholar. Later, he was recommended by the housekeeper of the royal palace and entered the study of the royal palace to work as a handyman. More than 20 years ago, he disappeared from the royal palace. I went to his hometown, Yichun County, Lingzhou. Many of the manuscripts he once exiled to the countryside have disappeared, but Weichen's subordinates found the epitaph he wrote to his father in his ancestral tomb. Qin Zheng has been reported recently.

"Are you sure?" Shen Sirong's eyes moved and asked, "Then why didn't you report it before? If it hadn't been for today, if it hadn't been for the accident, would you still not report it?"

Qin Zheng bowed and replied, "Don't blame me. There is no definite news about this matter, so Weichen naturally dares not report it." After a slight pause, he continued, "But we can't find any trace of this person."

"I will give you three days, and I will definitely find this person." Xiao Yuanqi suddenly spoke at this moment and gave an order to Qin Zheng, which was different from what Shen Sirong said. One was an order, and the other was an imperial edict.

"I complied with the order."

The hall became quieter with a burst of footsteps. Shen Sirong wanted to turn his face and look at him as usual. There was a vague apology in his heart, but he suppressed it in the next moment.

Shen Sirong knelt down and went to interrogate Concubine Li. Looking at her more and more distant figure, Xiao Yuanqi didn't know what to do.

No one could sleep in the palace this night, and Lanxi was even more panicked and dared not be alone. This nephew was also her beloved, and she couldn't help but regret it when tears fell. She left a maidservant to talk to her in the bedroom. Shen Sirong, who lives in Fengming Palace, has not yet returned. She doesn't know if her royal sister-in-law can bear it.

Really, she couldn't sit in the hall. Lanxi's mind moved and went to the little prince's room. There seemed to be a faint smell of milk in the room. With the door on her back, the nursing Mother was lying on the bed and crying. The cry reached Lanxi's ears and gave her some strange feelings. Something seemed to come to my mind, but it flashed away.

After an order close to the maidservant's ear, Lanxi stepped into the house...

Shen Sirong came in the night star. The mother had cried and fainted. Lanxi leaned under her pen and whispered in Shen Sirong's ear: "Sister-in-law, the little prince never spit milk and is very clever. Tonight is very strange, and the mother has been crying, crying very strangely. I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't say why. Lanxi's suspicion has long been left in Shen Sirong's heart. She nodded, blocked all the palace people behind her, and then sat down in the house with Lanxi.

There was a shallow breath beside M Mother's ear. Shen Sirong took the unembroidered clothes on the table: "Do you think you pretend to be dizzy, and that person will let you go?"

The deep voice floated in the empty hall, and the Mami moved invisibly.

"You are a person in the palace. Naturally, some things are clearer than me. I can naturally send someone to protect you, but let's see if you have this value." With that, Shen Sirong lowered his eyes with a sneer.

It seemed that this said something in Mami's heart. She stood up and still had tears in her eyes: "Mother, save me. I really didn't know that such a thing would happen." The Mami fell to the ground and grabbed Shen Sirong's skirt.

"Is it a cold plum? What did she ask you to do? Shen Sirong's faint tone appeared.

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Soon, news came from Qin Zheng that the man was not dead, but was abandoned and hid in a temple. It's just that the man's eyes have been dug out and his throat is hoarse. He wrote a letter with confused handwriting, and on the second day after receiving the letter, Xiao Yuanqi took Shen Sirong to the court.

Today is the day when the Wang family is doomed to be destroyed. Xiao Yuanqi entered the Taihe Hall and looked at the Wang clan above the court, which actually occupied two of the ten positions in the court.

"Prince Mo will be buried as the crown prince tomorrow, but I am not willing to let him go inexplicably. God bless me, Changli, and the murderer should be arrested. Xiao Yuanqi's eyes are clear, and his cold and majestic face is even colder in the eyes of ordinary people.

"What the emperor said is very true." The ministers could only respond, but they couldn't help guessing who the murderer was in their hearts.

Soon, they watched a team of imperial troops enter the palace and suppressed all the royal clan.

"Your Majesty..." shouted in the hall, and the royal courtiers were tied up. Except for Wang Chu, the leader, all of them changed their faces.

The rest of the ministers are also unknown.

"Do you not know why I arrested the Wang family?" Xiao Yuanqi raised his eyebrows and then took a deep look at Shen Sirong sitting behind the curtain.

"That's why I went to court with the imperial concubine today. I don't know if you still remember the fact that the emperor was excluded? In that rebellion battle, the Su family was clearly a royalist, but they became a member of the Zhang family because of a letter. My mother also died in childbirth. Xiao Yuanqi gritted his teeth and repeated what had happened in those years. The faction seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but the ministers below were very frightened.

"Your Majesty." The ministers shouted, and Wang Chu, who was kneeling on his head, couldn't help changing his face. He looked up at the high golden throne, where the people sitting there were staring at him. The thin lips continued to open and say, "Wang Chu, that secret letter was your masterpiece. You harmed the Su family for the power of the Wang family."

"Your Majesty, the old minister asked himself that he was loyal to Changli. In the disaster of foreign relatives in those years, the old minister was the person who followed the emperor. The emperor said that it was a great joke for the minister to slander the Su family." Wang Chu's face was extremely serious, and his respectful face was a little disrespectful.

Xiao Yuanqi did not refute, but took out the original secret letter and put it on the imperial case: "Really? Have you ever known this?

"Come on, bring Yang Mou."

Hearing the name, Wang Chu trembled heavily and his legs collapsed unconsciously.

Xiao Yuanqi patted heavily on the imperial case. Yang Mou, who had been tortured into a human shape, was carried next to Wang Chu. As soon as Yang Mou landed, he threw himself on Wang Chu and bit him down. Wang Chu was in pain and slapped Yang Mou's back. Seeing that the palm of his hand was about to hit down, he was bounced away with a force.

The blood stains of Yang Mou's mouth were pulled away, and Xiao Yuanqi coughed softly and said, "This matter will naturally be investigated by the Privy Council. In addition, the murder of the prince is also related to your royal family. According to investigation, the prince was poisoned by a silk handkerchief, which was made by Concubine Li.