Chapter 66

Zheng Ruyu stared at her viciously, Wen Boqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and then patted Wen Qiong on the shoulder, "You saw her too, can you leave the matter of rescuing Mo Ya to me?"

Wen Qiong pondered for a while, then nodded, "I'll send another letter to the imperial city."

The crown prince is so hot in pursuit of Zheng Ruyu, it can be regarded as a trump card in his hand.

Wen Boqing had just come back and had to say hello to Wen's mother, so he went out immediately, watching Ayao Qian help Wen Qiong back to the room, he suddenly remembered Yao Xuanci's previous explanation.

The door of the side room was opened again, and the young man in red came in with a boxy brocade box in his hand, and put it on the soft mattress. After opening it, he took out a piece of silk as white as snow, and suddenly realized.

"It turned out to be a three-foot white silk."

But Yao Xuanci never told him to kill Zheng Ruyu immediately, so what's the use of this white silk to scare Zheng Ruyu?

Thinking about it, peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and looked at Zheng Ruyu who looked wary.

Zheng Ruyu's back was chilled by him, and she moved back slowly, her back was pressed against the cold wall, she swallowed, "You, you want to strangle me?"

Wen Boqing glanced at the white silk in his hand, and smiled slightly, "How could that be, I am not such a person."

Zheng Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly heard him say, "It's really bad luck to do it yourself."

She froze in horror.

The young man threw the white silk on her lap, "Please trouble Miss Zheng to do it yourself."

"The place where the bones are buried is a spacious backyard of Biezhuang. The second girl doesn't need to be too anxious. The land deed will take two days to be delivered, but the second girl can think about what flowers and trees are planted in the backyard. Wen is so busy."It can still help."

After finishing speaking, Wen Boqing untied the ropes binding her hands, and glanced thoughtfully at her legs.

Zheng Ruyu suddenly had a sense of danger that he was going to break his legs, and quickly pulled the quilt aside to cover his legs, not daring to show a trace of fear and timidity, "Do you know that the sky is going to change in the imperial city now?The new emperor of Banyue will definitely ascend the throne, and then I will be the prince in my belly, the future emperor, you dare to touch me!"

Wen Boqing was really surprised for a moment when he heard the words. He has been busy dealing with the hidden guards these days, and he has not inquired about the news in the imperial city, but... Seeing Zheng Ruyu's stern attitude, he didn't care much, "Your Majesty in recent yearsAlways check and balance various parties, it is not certain who wins and who loses, the second girl should not be so confident."

Zheng Ruyu was furious, "Get out, get out!"

Wen Boqing obediently rolled away.

As soon as the door was closed, Zheng Ruyu immediately picked up the three-foot white silk and threw it out violently. When the white cloth fell to the ground in a ball, her chest heaved violently, and her eyes were scarlet.

When those hidden guards in Mo City rescue her, she will drain the blood of the two brothers and sisters, and feed them to the dogs one by one!

She has asked the dark guard to send a letter back to the imperial city, and when the crown prince wins the throne, he will definitely send someone to pick her up.

...

Wen Qiong sent two letters back to the Imperial City, and only a few days after the letters left Crane City, another letter from Bai Ya arrived.

Mother Wen, who also received a letter from her mother's family in Songzhou, read the letter and got up to write a reply, but turned around to find that she hadn't opened it while holding the letter.

"What's wrong with this letter?"

Mother Wen had already learned from Wen Boqing that the East Palace of the Imperial City was forced into the palace, thinking that Wen Qiong was afraid of seeing bad news from the letter, and comforted her, "Xuanci is not alone, he dared to publicize the crown prince's crimes to the court,There must be a party behind it.”

Wen Qiong heard her mother call Yao Xuanci so affectionately, so she couldn't help but go to see her, "Why did mother suddenly change her mind?"

On the way to Suzhou, there is still a mouthful of Yao Shizi.

Seeing her like this, Mother Wen said vaguely, "Isn't it just a casual shout."

In her opinion, although the two signed the divorce agreement, the child is about to be born, but Yao Shizi's feelings for Qiong'er are clear and cannot be ignored.

But Mother Wen didn't say this, and gestured to Wen Qiong to start the letter in her hand, with a smile in her eyes, "Your uncle wrote a letter saying that the Wen family's ancestral house no longer recognizes that old guy, and the Sun family has also been kicked out of the ancestral house.", I have to write a letter and leave the letter and send it back to the imperial city."

Wen's mother was able to leave Wen's mansion gracefully more than ten years ago, and her uncle and parents also persuaded her to take her children back to Songzhou, but she just couldn't swallow that.

As long as she is in the Wen family, the Sun family will always be a concubine, and the children under her knees can only be concubines.

It was this breath stuck in Wen's mother's chest for nearly twenty years, and it reached its peak when her children were plotted against by Sun. When He Li finished writing, she recalled that she had survived the previous ten years with this breath.Years of torment turned into nothingness, making Sun proudly ascended to the position of wife and became Mrs. Minister, she was even more unwilling.

Wen Qiong's eyes lit up slightly, "Mother figured it out?"

Mother Wen nodded with a smile, "I figured it out."

When she left the boxy place like a small cage, she realized that life was more than one feather, and the outside world was wide and comfortable, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and everywhere she looked was beautiful.

For so many years, she has guarded the ground under the gloomy and dark clouds as a prison, and foolishly wasted most of her life in order to fight for a sigh of relief.

When Mother Wen left, Wen Qiong looked down at the letter in her hand and opened it.

Almost the next moment, her breathing became messy.

Yao Xuanci was stabbed in the chest by the prince.

Although he was rescued in time by His Royal Highness An Wenqing, but the injury to the lungs was fatal, and now he is recuperating in a secret place.

What is Yao Xuanci thinking, can he kill another self with this knife?

This thought flashed through her mind, Wen Qiong managed to calm down, no, she shouldn't pay attention to this matter.

So what if the white crow sent this letter, expecting her to go back to take care of him and recuperate his injuries would not work.

She wanted to fold the letter paper and put it in the envelope, but found that her fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and a burst of anger came up immediately.

He already owed her his life, he asked for it all, why should she care?!

Wen Qiong pressed her hand with all her strength, looked sideways out of the window, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, lowered her head, tried her best to refrain from folding the letter paper.

But her fingertips were still trembling, and she couldn't fit the envelope even after trying a few times, so anxious and angry, she threw both the letter paper and the envelope on the ground, her eyes turned red with anger.

Looking at the letter floating on the ground, she felt a deep sense of grievance welling up.

She couldn't tell why, but Wen Qiong always felt that she had to move forward and leave the past grievances behind. This is a new life, and she shouldn't be trapped in the previous life and let the rest of her life be surrounded by hatred.

But Yao Xuanci did not stop her, and even helped her move forward. Every decision she made surprised her, but it was in line with what she thought in her heart and what she wanted in this life.

He was fulfilling her wish, unconditionally wanting her to be fulfilled.

Realizing his purpose, Wen Qiong was not very happy, she hated this man trying to change his appearance in her memory.

Let her always hate the Yao Shizi who killed her in the previous life, wouldn't it?

A Yao entered the room, saw her girl's eyes were slightly red, she quickly put down the things in her hands, and said distressedly, "Why are you crying, girl?"

Wen Qiong wiped it subconsciously when she heard the words, only felt the corners of her eyes slightly wet, and lowered her eyes, "I didn't cry, my eyes were just smothered by the charcoal smoke."

"The servant opened the cotton curtain to let in some air."

A Yao opened a gap, came back and found the letter thrown on the ground, picked it up and put it on the small coffee table, remembering that her son left a folding fan here, she hurriedly searched for it.

Wen Qiong glanced at the letter, stretched out her hand and pushed it aside so as not to upset her.

A Yao unfolded the folding fan and slapped it lightly beside Wen Qiong a few times, wanting to take away the smell of charcoal smoke, looked into Wen Qiong's reddish eyes, "Is the girl feeling better?"

Wen Qiong took the bamboo bone fan in her hand and said softly, "It's much better."

"Outside, what's wrong with Miss Zheng Er today?"

Just looking at Bai Ya's letter, it is obvious that the East Palace is nothing to be afraid of in the imperial city, and it is only a matter of time before the new emperor ascends the throne, and then Zheng Ruyu will become a hot card.

If she goes back alive, she, Wen Qiong, will not have a good life. If she dies, the new emperor will definitely avenge her.

Wen Qiong couldn't help being a little annoyed, no matter in the previous life or this life, Zheng Ruyu had brought her countless troubles.

Feeling angry, Wen Qiong still calmed down and thought about the chess game she should play in the future. After a long time, she put the folding fan lightly on the coffee table, wondering if the white crow could receive the two letters she sent back.

Yao Xuanci received a fatal blow, can he survive?

If he survived, which one would he stay in this life?

...

Imperial City, East Palace.

The tall man dressed in dark red brocade adjusted the jade pendant around his waist, stepped out of the palace gate with long legs, and walked towards Kunlong Hall.

Once out of the palace gate, a soldier in light helmet will come up to him, "Your Highness."

He lowered his voice, "The general sent a message that if the imperial seal can't be found, find someone capable to forge the decree, so as not to have long nights and dreams, and delay the auspicious day of enthronement."

The man glanced at him casually, probably because he was busy these days, his voice was hoarse, "No need."

"There will be no accidents in the matter of ascension to the throne. There is nothing to be afraid of those brothers being trapped in the palace alone with no help. Tell my little uncle to reunite with my aunt and rest in peace, and wait for the order of the orphan."

He took the reins from the groom, and quickly got on his horse. The soldier stopped, "Your subordinate takes orders."

The horse then turned around, and when he was about to head towards the Crouching Dragon Palace, the man suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes cast on the soldier who had retreated aside.

"Gu has arranged the political affairs properly in the past two days. I want to leave the city to pick up someone back. Let my little uncle wait patiently."

"Your Highness is leaving the city at this time?" The soldier was startled immediately, and quickly realized who the so-called 'acceptance' refers to.

"The second girl is far away in Suzhou. Your Highness may miss New Year's Eve on the way back and forth. The general..." definitely disagrees.

The man's tone was low, "I've decided my loneliness, you can just send a letter."

After finishing speaking, he raised his whip and threw it down, and rode his horse to Crouching Dragon Hall.

Now the imperial palace is in the pocket of His Highness the Crown Prince, but it is just a horse riding in the palace. As the future emperor, no one will comment on it.

In the Crouching Dragon Hall, it happened to be the turn of the Fourth Highness, An Wenqing, who was sitting on the side of the dragon couch, and quickly pulled up the brocade quilt when he heard footsteps.

He backed away two steps and turned his head sideways. Just in time, a man in a dark red brocade robe walked around the Jiangshan poetry and painting screen. When he saw the prince's face, An Wenqing breathed a sigh of relief, "It's you."

The man hummed lightly, took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to him, and at the same time glanced at the dragon bed covered by the black gold bed net.

"Your Majesty hasn't woken up yet?"

"No, but it should be soon."

An Wenqing took the booklet, glanced at it twice, then put it away, walked to the dragon couch and raised one side of the bed curtain, revealing a father and son lying peacefully on the couch.

"You stabbed too hard, Brother Huang almost died, and his pulse stabilized a little yesterday."

"At that time, I wanted to kill her completely, but when I did it later, I thought it was better to save his life, and wait for His Majesty to wake up and deal with it personally, so as not to blame you and me in the future."

An Wenqing nodded, "Indeed, after all, my father is still awake, and I still don't know that my brother was responsible for my fall."