Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Haotian is not fair, my king is restless

Young Master Sui said: "After only a short period of torture, Concubine Fan was recruited. Concubine Bing was injured and took medicine, she poisoned the medicine, and the remaining medicine was mixed with honey water and given to the second brother." Yan Wei was shocked and felt dizzy for a while. King Yang asked again, "Where did the poison come from?" Young master Xuan said: "She confessed that she came from the ghost market." King Yang snorted softly: "Who made preparations for her to go to the ghost market?" Young Master Yu said respectfully, "It's Xiong'e."

Yang Wangdao: "Which party does she have? Who else has she poisoned?" Young Master Sui said: "There should be no other henchmen. The poison had been used up at that time. The second brother took a very small amount of poison, so his life was safe, but he suffered from a hidden disease. Concubine Fan couldn't resist the punishment and started to bite at random. Tell the truth...and even though she doesn't like the seventh brother, she will definitely not poison him. As for the poison that the second brother suffered later, it seems to be different from what he suffered when he was young."

King Yang hummed, and then asked, "What about Xiong E and Xiong Ying, mother and daughter?" Young Master Xuan said: "Xiong Ying claimed that the fetus in her womb was the flesh and blood of her second brother, so she was not tortured. Then Xiong E couldn't be tortured, so she bit her tongue and committed suicide." "Trash!" King Yang was furious, picked up a scroll of bamboo slips from the case and smashed them down. Young Master Yu didn't dare to dodge, but turned his head slightly to avoid the vital point. Jane crisscrossed the ground. Yan Wei shrank her shoulders, and secretly exclaimed in her heart, but she didn't dare to cry out.

Young Master Su still calmly replied: "Both sides were interrogated at the same time. I personally supervised Concubine Fan's side, but neglected Xiong's mother and daughter. It was my fault. Father, please forgive me." go down. King Yang calmed down a bit, and said sharply, "Abort Xiongying's fetus and interrogate her severely! Be careful this time, don't let her die again!" Yan Wei's heart trembled when she heard the words, she felt her scalp go numb and her body covered in cold sweat. Seeing that Young Master Yu had a peaceful expression, he answered loudly: "Yes."

King Yang asked again: "Where is the other maidservant and a man who went to the valley with Cong'er the first time?" Young Master Sui replied: "The other palace maid died suddenly due to illness on the way back to Huaidu 20 years ago, and Jing Liang, the sorceress, was also exiled for crimes shortly after his return, and his fate is unknown." "...Exile? What crime?" Yang Wang asked, a little confused in his tone. Young Master Sui said: "The fifth younger brother was born in that year, and died as soon as he was born. Therefore, the father dealt with many Zhanren, Dioren, and Guiren. Jing Liang was among them. At that time, he had just returned from Qigu soon."

King Yang pondered and said: "At the beginning, he said that Cong'er had a special constitution and was suitable for recuperation in Yin Valley... right?" It seemed to be talking to himself or asking. Young Master Sui didn't seem to understand the matter, so he didn't answer. King Yang sighed softly, and said: "People are looking around, we must find him!" Young Master Sui answered "Yes" again. King Yang asked again: "Whose hands is Cong'er now? Do you have any clues?" Young Master Sui replied: "The servant in black, Shoutian, stole the tiger talisman, went out of Huaidu privately, passed on the king's order, hijacked the second brother and withdrew to the garrison of Qigu privately, and then returned home under the pretext of keeping filial piety. I'm afraid he has gone far away."

King Yang said angrily: "He ordered his family to be detained for strict interrogation!" Young Master Xuan nodded and replied: "Yes, I have already ordered it." King Yang said again: "Let Jun Yuean go back to Huaidu quickly! Wasn't Cong'er taken care of by him in the first place? How did it become such a mess later?!" Young Master Sui replied: "Yes. That year when Jin State invaded our border, half of the country was lost, Lord Yue An led his troops to the north, and handed over this errand..." King Yang gave a "hmm" and asked again, "Who is in charge now?"

Young Master Yu murmured: "It seems that... there is no special person to manage it." Yang Wang was furious: "You are too careless about Cong'er's matter. So many things have happened, and none of them have been reported to the widow! Are you all dead?!" Young Master Su bowed his head and kowtowed, and replied loudly: "It's my servant's fault." King Yang sighed again: "It's not about you, you just took over the government affairs, alas..." To overwhelm the king with virtue and transform it is great loyalty; If you are angry, you are loyal; you don't care about the honor and disgrace of the king, you don't care about the pity of the country, and you are just stealing Gourong to keep your salary and support your friends. You are also a national thief." , and none of them are successful."

Young Master Sui just lowered his head, not daring to answer. King Yang paused for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Da Sima, the soldiers of the whole country must find Cong'er's whereabouts!" He said, throwing a piece of pure gold tiger talisman. The young master took two steps on his knees, held the tiger talisman in both hands, and replied: "Yes." After a pause, he asked, "Should we send another person with four pillars of pure yin to guard the cold lake in the valley? And send troops to guard it?" King Yang seemed very tired, and waved his hand: "Let Dazhu handle the matter of finding someone quickly, and you can decide where to send the soldiers..."

It was the first time Yan Wei saw the situation of government affairs being handled by the court, especially this kind of decades-old case, and she felt thrilling and out of breath. A single word in the classroom determines the life and death of a family, and many major events are decided in just a few words of conversation. Who has the energy to care about the feelings of every humble and insignificant civilian in these major events.Yan Wei began to gradually understand what his father said. Li Qichen's fate was really nothing. Even the son Cong was insignificant among the many complicated government affairs. A son who was sick and couldn't share the government affairs might not be Don't attract too much attention from the king.

As for myself...isn't it worth mentioning?The so-called princess is worthy of the king's distraction, maybe there are only two times in a lifetime, one is at birth, and the other is at marriage. After a long time, Yang Wang said dejectedly: "You guys go..." Yan Wei followed Young Master Sui out of the hall, the bright sunlight made people's eyes hurt. Yan Wei looked up at Young Master Su, and saw that he was also very tired, it seemed that he had been tense just now, and now that he was relaxed, he couldn't hold on anymore. Yan Wei asked softly, "Have you ever hurt your shoulder? Let me see." Young Master Sui said: "It's okay..." Seeing Yan Wei's eyebrows frowned, he comforted, "Father Jun is also in a hurry after such a big event, don't worry... I have important things to do, I can't send you back , I'll see you again in two days." Yan Wei returned to the door of her residence under the guidance of the eunuch. It was sunny and sunny just now, but suddenly there was a wind, and the wind swept the black clouds, and the sky and the earth darkened in an instant. Those bells on the turret were shaking in the wind, as if they were heads, shaking their heads desperately , the jingling messy noise made people feel like a ball of cotton wool was stuffed in their hearts. Maybe it was because the wind was blowing, and there was no one in the courtyard, Yan Wei slowly approached the door, and heard the conversation of several palace maids inside. "Didn't Jiang Guo's envoys just leave? Why did they come again?" The voice was soft and soft, and the face of the shortest maid appeared in Yan Wei's mind. "Who knows, but this time the gift is much richer than last time. Last time I was at Princess Mianfu's place. I only had a few pieces of silk handkerchief, which was not enough." It was the round-faced maid who spoke. "What do you know! This time there are only a few veils on the other side, and we alone have more things than others." The voice was high-pitched and thin, and it should be the tall maidservant with fair complexion. Then came the voice of the round-faced maid again: "Oh? Have you gone to the other side to inquire?" The shrill voice sounded again: "Of course, I went to look at it early in the morning. We don't know what it is, it's a big face." "I heard that Princess Wei has been to Jiang Country, and I don't know if she knows the Prince Jiang Country, maybe it was specially given to her..." It was the soft voice of the short maid. "Hmph! She was just a girl at that time, how could she know Prince Jiang? Even if she knew Prince Jiang, he wouldn't think highly of her, so he specially gave her a gift!" It was that shrill voice again. The voice of the round-faced maid came: "Don't chew your tongue, Princess Wei is decent, and we naturally have a bright face. What's wrong with that?" The shrill voice argued: "Where is she decent? If she is really decent, she won't live in this side palace that has been inhabited for many years. The tinkling of the bell all day is so annoying that people can't hear clearly... ..." When Yan Wei heard this, she coughed lightly, and the inside immediately became quiet. Yan Wei pushed the door open, and the three of them stood up respectfully, and looked at Yan Wei with six eyes. Yan Wei swept her eyes away, and then her eyes fell on a few cases piled up with silk and satin of various colors: "What are these things? Who sent them here?" The maidservant with a round face quickly replied: "It was sent by Gong Zheng, who said it was a gift from Jiang Guo's envoys." "Oh?" Yan Wei said lightly, sitting down and flipping through those things.There are various kinds of cloth, clothes, embroidered shoes, handkerchiefs and other small things.Yan Wei turned it over and said, "What were you guys talking about just now? It sounds so lively..." The maidservant with a high-pitched voice rushed to reply: "We didn't say anything, it's just that these things are rare, and some of them are the first time I've seen them." She said while looking at Yan Wei's face. Yan Wei didn't respond, and took out a pair of embroidered shoes, light blue in color, with a pair of cranes sleeping cross-neck embroidered on the upper, and the material was exactly "Three Flying Satin".Yan Wei smiled lightly: "Don't you know this? It's called 'Three Flying Satin'." Yan Wei said, gently took the shoes, pointed to the remaining things and said: "You pick what you like, take one each, and keep the rest." After finishing speaking, she went out. The three palace maids looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Yan Wei's gourd, but then put aside their doubts and picked around the pile of gifts. Yan Wei carried the pair of embroidered shoes and hurried all the way to the gate of the small courtyard where Concubine Fan was imprisoned. It was late at that time, and with the cloudy clouds, the surroundings were dark. Yan Wei put her face close to the crack of the door, but she couldn't see anyone in the yard, so she patted on the door lightly, stopped for a while, and heard that there was no movement inside.Then he patted the door vigorously, and the word "mother" rolled on the tip of his tongue a few times, but he couldn't get it out. Finally, there was a dull knock from the door, and a person's face appeared in the crack of the door. The forehead hair, eyeballs, cheeks, and dimples were pressed into a line by the crack of the door. It looked a little scary in the dim yellow twilight. "Who are you..." The voice trembled with fear. "I..." Yan Wei thought about how to phrase it, but she still said something like this, "I am Yan Wei, the daughter of Yan Changchu, and I come to see you..." "Yan Wei..." The people inside were stunned for a moment, and then there was another bump, "Let me see you! My child... let me see you!" Yan Wei took three steps back and stood still so that Concubine Fan could see her whole picture. After a while, Yan Wei said: "I have a pair of embroidered shoes and a bottle of medicine. I put the medicine in the shoes and throw it in for you." Saying this, she put the two shoes together and took them out of her pocket. A bottle of jade paste was stuffed into the shoe, and with a wave of his hand, he threw it along the wall. "I don't want medicine, and I don't want shoes, please! Give me some poison! Let me die!" There was a shrill cry and the sound of slapping the door, and in an instant, a bloody and shapeless finger Passing through the crack of the door, through the crack of the door, one could also see a smear of blood on the side of the door, and a faint smell of blood floated over, making Yan Wei feel disgusted and want to vomit again. "Don't be like this...don't be like this, heal your injury first, and then make sense..." Yan Wei comforted softly. "My hands and feet are useless, I really don't want to live anymore! Give me the poison! Let me die!" There was another burst of mournful crying, which made people's heart palpitate in the dim twilight. "Don't...you don't do this, don't let people hear..." Yan Wei was a little panicked, she didn't know the rules of the palace very well, she didn't know what would happen if someone found out, so she was a little at a loss. "Please, give me some poison? You know medicine, right? Give me some!" The inside lowered its voice and kept begging. "You... Take care, think about it, I'm leaving..." Yan Wei said weakly. The moment she turned around, Yan Wei suddenly saw a shadow behind the boulder by the river, which looked a bit like Young Master Heng, but when she looked closely, it disappeared. Yan Wei was walking quickly in the wind, and there were bursts of wailing from behind: "Let me die... let me die..." It was like a curse and a grievance, lingering.