Chapter 34 Plague in the Palace

Qingmo never thought that it would be Feng Yuanhou who had always wanted to put the scene better than death. It was not wrong for Feng Yuanhou to think about Ye Yunyi, but it was a little too much to use such a means.

Thinking, Qingmo suddenly guessed whether Feng Yuanhou would have anything to do with the black hands of the southern country?

This idea only faded in an instant, and the most urgent thing is the safety of Jingsheng. As soon as Ye Yun repeatedly told Qingmo to take good care of Jing Sheng, she was sure to save Jing Sheng's life.

With certain thoughts in his heart, Qingmo got up and came to the side hall.

In the side hall, Jing Sheng was sleeping in the rocking bed, and his palm-sized little face slowly faded away the new ruddyness. The green ink tightened his girdle, and his chest beat faster and faster.

You can't run now, at least until it's dark.

"Miss Qingmo..." There was a cry outside the door of the palace. Although the voice was light, there was unconcealed anxiety. Qingmo turned around and walked to the door of the palace. As soon as he took a step, he turned back and held Jing Sheng in his arms.

"What's the matter?"

The internal supervisor outside the palace door said, "Miss Qingmo, Fengyuan left the palace just now, but she was assassinated in front of the palace gate. Now the marquis has ordered the palace ban."

"What?"

Qingmo's arm tightened, and the child in his arms whispered.

"How is the marquis now?" Qingmo asked quickly.

The internal supervisor Fu said, "The marquis was only slightly injured and had no fear of his life."

Qingmo nod when he heard the words, and Feng Yuanhou was assassinated? It seems that Feng Yuanhou has nothing to do with the black hands of the southern country. Could it be that this assassin is the person behind the scenes?

After thinking for a long time, Qingmo couldn't see the deep meaning, but secretly felt that Feng Yuanhou was unreliable now.

"Do you think the palace is banned now?"

"Yes."

Qingmo's heart sinks. If he can't get out of the palace, Jingsheng's life will not be saved.

"With the reminder of my father-in-law, Qing Mo knows." Qingmo hugged Jingsheng and just nodded back slightly.

"You're welcome, Miss Qingmo."

The internal supervisor closed the door of the hall, and Qing Mo's heart sank step by step. What a coincidence, she couldn't leave the palace after opening the palace ban. Even if you go out with Ye Yunyi's token, you can't hide it from everyone's ears.

Qingmo frowned and his eyes fell on the sleeping child's face.

......

On the day of the palace ban, Fengyuanhou sent someone to send a letter to Qingmo. A few hours later, "Ye Yunyi" issued a decree that the imperial army would clean up the capital, rest for three days, and ordered the Manchu Dynasty not to be a layman.

Qingmo made a decree according to Feng Yuanhou's mind, just to relax Feng Yuanhou's defenses.

She didn't know what Fengyuanhou secretly thought. Was it just to guard the palace or to trap her and Jingsheng, forcing her to give in.

At night, Qingmo settled Jingsheng and quietly changed into his night clothes to the court palace. The court palace is the palace where the demoted maid of honor lives, which is distributed in a quadrangle. Qingmo carefully avoided the moonlight, pushed open the window on one side, and took out the bamboo tube in his arms. The thin smoke was carried in and slid across each maid's cheek. The maid moved slightly and then fell asleep.

When there was no sound in it, the green ink turned inside and a little dust popped out of their fingers and fell on their arms.

After finishing these, Qingmo hurried back to Zhaoming Palace, and Jing Sheng in the shaking bed seemed to feel something. Suddenly, he woke up and cried loudly.

Hearing the cry, the inner prison outside the house asked, "Miss Qingmo, what's wrong with the prince?"

"It's nothing." Qingmo was shocked. Fortunately, she came back.

Before he could change into his black clothes, Qingmo put his swagger in his arms and shook them: "Jing Sheng, we will definitely go out." With that, Qingmo's eyes became particularly sharp.

Early the next morning, the palace became noisy, and there was a plague in the always peaceful harem. For the people in the palace, the plague is like death. Who doesn't know that when the plague rises, the inner prison of the palace must be expelled from the palace. Out of the palace, isn't it a dead end?

The palace was full of deadness. When it was early, the maidservants in the opposite room knocked on the door and no one responded. When they pushed the door in, they saw all the maids in the room showing different faces. Overnight, all the maids in the room had rashes and shortness of breath, and white pustules of different sizes bulged beside their cheeks.

The maid who pushed the door in was shocked and exclaimed. The stew manager in the palace quickly came. The room was locked up for a long time, and gradually smelled. The maidservant, who had been sleeping on the bed, woke up quietly and seemed to be unable to move all over her body, so she could only pour out a little lamentation from her lips.

"Come on, come on..."

The stewer just glanced at it faintly and pushed open the gate of the palace except for everyone. The gate was quickly sealed, and panic and howling inside continued.

......

When Qingmo received the news, he failed to break the porcelain cup. The stunned expression did not seem to be fake, and he was clearly seen by the internal supervisor beside him.

"Quickly... clean up the Zhaoming Palace. The prince has just been born and is weak. He can't withstand such a disaster." Qingmo hurriedly waved his clothes and hurriedly drove out the inner prison maids in Jingsheng's bedroom.

"I obey."

When there was no one else in the hall, Qingmo raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

......

As soon as the plague came out, the imperial doctor in the palace examined it carefully. Except for the maidservant in the palace, there was no one else in the palace who suffered from the plague, so he held a consultation with the courtiers and handed the folds to the Zhaoming Palace.

In Zhaoming Palace, Qingmo is now secretly supporting the overall situation, and it is naturally approved. The plague is different from general diseases, and the spark can spread.

After the imperial approval was passed down, there was a cry in the palace. The overall situation has been settled, and everyone's face is full of gray and dead breath. These maidservant can't stay in the palace for a moment. The door of the imperial palace was pushed open, and the imperial army with a white cloak held his breath and covered the maidservant's head with a cloth bag, leaving only two holes at the top. The group was pushed forward, and everyone's hands and feet were locked back and forth, so they could only go straight.

And the maidservant in the room infected with the plague covered her head with a straw mat, covering her body, and was carried by a special person without leaving any gap.

"It's fucking unlucky to bully us who have just entered the palace and let us do such a bad job." A new imperial army shouted and scolded the people around him.

"Okay, stop talking..." The former leader was naturally in a bad mood, and he couldn't help getting angry when he heard this muttering.

The back end of the queue slowly calmed down. Hey, on the side of the scolding Yulin army, a bodyguard hit his elbow and said, "Don't say it. Throw these scourges out of the palace quickly. Be careful that words can also infect diseases."

As soon as the bodyguard's voice fell, a row of people accelerated their pace.

"Wow..."

A soft voice sounded in the team. This sound fell, and the imperial army raised the sword in their hands, and the long team listened to it.

"What's the sound?"