Yuying replied: "The palace servant who came back only said that Mr. Yan's new disciple has been found, but when he inquired about it, he didn't know who it was. Mr. Yan's mouth is too strict. It is estimated that he will only know when the academy releases the list."

Empress Jiahe's heart is like being cooked on a fire.

She has not slept a good night because of her son's admission to the academy.

But it's done.

She took a few deep breaths, suppressed all the anger and jealousy in her heart, took a sip of tea, and raised her eyes again, her eyes became as calm and calm as when she was in front of people.

She said softly to Yuying: "On the day the list is released, send someone to wait at the bottom of the list, and see who Mr. Yan's new disciple is this year, no matter who it is—"

"It's bound to get in front of everyone and give him the first gift."

Even if she complained in her heart that the appearance of that person blocked her son's way, such a capable person and sage must never be sent to a hostile position.

Yuying nodded, taking the Queen's instructions to heart, and said, "Niangniang, what kind of gift do you want to prepare?"

Empress Jiahe thought for a while, "Give that student the set of the Shoushan Stone Moiré pen holder."

Yuying hesitated a little, "But that pen holder, isn't the little prince clamoring for it?"

It just so happened that the seventeenth prince came back and heard that Empress Jiahe was going to give away the Shoushan stone pen holder that he had taken a fancy to in the morning, his face immediately collapsed, and he shouted in dissatisfaction: "Mother, you agreed to give it to me!"

Empress Jiahe turned to him with a tired face, frowned, and said displeasedly, "Mr. Yan's new disciple has already been selected. Since it is destined to not be you, it is better to buy that person to our side early."

"But that pen..." The seventeenth prince's eyes were full of disappointment, "There is only one in the world."

Empress Jiahe also wanted to keep the pen holder made of fine jade, but it was precisely because this pen holder was so precious that she could show her attention and care to the student.

Afraid that Xiao Qi would value these external things too much, she taught her a lesson: "If you can succeed the throne in the future, you can have whatever you want."

"If you can get the help of a wise man, what is a pen? It's just a tool to buy people's hearts."

"Even if you have a woman you like in the future, when it's time to be willing, be willing."

The seventeenth prince lowered his eyes, seemingly letting go of his obsession with that pen holder.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Empress Jiahe rubbed his head and said bitterly, "If you can't bear it, you will make big plans. You can bear it first, and listen to your mother, there will be no wrong."

...

Wait until the list is released.

Empress Jiahe arranged for the palace servant who gave gifts to Mr. Yan's own disciple to return to the Splendid Palace.

He looked bitter as if someone had stuffed a mouthful of bitter almonds.

In the spring of April, the trees are full of greenery. Empress Jiahe and Xiao Shiqi are in the courtyard enjoying the flowers and seeing the greenery. They are in a good mood. When they see the palace person coming, they look up at him, "The gift, has it been sent out?"

The man from the palace hurriedly said, "According to the mother's order, it was sent out."

Empress Jiahe looked at his timid and timid appearance, and she murmured in her heart. She frowned and asked, "It's sent out, how can you change your face? Who is the new disciple Mr. Yan has accepted this year?"

When the palace servant heard Empress Jiahe ask this, he shuddered, hesitantly, and said, "It's the Ninth Prince."

Empress Jiahe was taken aback for a moment.

At that time, he heard it wrong and asked again, "Who is it?"

"Niangniang, it's the Ninth Prince, Rong Ting..."

After the palace man finished speaking, he knelt down with a thud.

Originally thought it was a good job, but after seeing the name of the top of the list after the list was released, he knew that he was on a job that was going to cut off his head.

Empress Jiahe heard clearly this time.

But he couldn't believe it in his heart, he shook his head and said, "Impossible."

"It's really the Ninth Prince Rong Ting." The palace servant said tremblingly, "The whole Jinling is discussing this matter. After all, the Ninth Prince is one of the princes and the first to be accepted by Mr. Yan as his son. The servants will not make a mistake."

Empress Jiahe's eyes were lost for a long time.

The light slowly condensed, and the eyes were not as bright as before. In the turbid eyes, there was a shock of confusion and disbelief.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant as if his throat had been torn.

"What's the matter? How could he have a chance to meet Yan Nanxun? How could it be possible?"

She collapsed, "You... put that pen over there?"

The palace servants knelt on the ground and kowtowed one after another, "It was the queen who told me thousands of times that no matter who it is, the servants should be the first to send the gift in front of everyone. what!"

With a wow, Xiao Shiqi's voice was filled with anxious crying, "Mother, that's my pen holder, how can I give that crippled one!"

Empress Jiahe pressed her chest, unable to hold back the successive blows.

There was a fishy smell in the throat.

It's a shame that she was complacent because Rong Ting overslept and didn't go to the exam!

But don't know, he has already arrived, and she desperately wants to

The position that Little Seventeen held up.

And she changed and rushed to give him a gift! Change it to Little Seventeen forbearance and forbearance!

All kinds of things today, I am afraid that she will lose ten years of her lifespan.

...

Just when Queen Jiahe was in a daze, she went to find someone to find out how Rong Ting got Yan Nanxun's favor.

Before the people she sent out came back, they first waited for Emperor Zhaowu's reward.

——The imperial silk is 19 zhang, and the spring silk is 19 zhang.

They are: plain blue and purple.

Emperor Zhaowu saw that Empress Jiahe did not like to be public on weekdays. Except for formal occasions, he always showed off with light makeup and rough clothes. In exchange, he claimed that he liked these plain colors, so simple.

So he did what he liked, and specially asked Shang Yijian to choose the purest color to reward her and reward her for her good teaching.

Let's not talk about these plain-colored materials that are not really liked by the Queen Jiahe, let her see how annoying it is.

These materials did not match her complexion at all, and she was five years old, but she pretended to be happy to wear it to please Emperor Zhaowu.

Just that teaching

It made her feel that she was being ridiculed, and she vomited a mouthful of blood, her chest was stuffed with suffocation, and she couldn't breathe.

...

The only consolation in my heart now is that Rong Ting is indeed disabled with both legs.

Even if Emperor Zhaowu paid more and more attention to this child now, he would not choose him to inherit the throne.

In the future, Rong Ting will at most be a prince with more power, and will not threaten Xiao Shiqi's ascension to the throne.

She was just worried that Rong Ting would rebel when Little Seventeen was enthroned.

...

The moon is full and the wind is sinking, and on a spring night, the wind blows and blows the chill of late winter.

Si Ying slept halfway, woke up, looked at Huai Qing who was sleeping soundly beside him, tried to shout a few times, saw that he hadn't woken up, and crept out of bed.

Going all the way, on a small road not far from the Splendid Palace, met a palace maid.

That palace maid is Yuying who is being reused by Empress Jiahe now.

Yuying handed Si Ying a powder packet, and in the spring breeze of the cold night, he said to Si Ying, "Put it into the ninth Highness's breakfast tomorrow."

"Since you were able to successfully administer the medicine last time, this time, you will be able to succeed as well."

Si Ying weighed the small medicine bag that he could hold with his palm, "What kind of medicine is this?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Yuying said impatiently, "You just need to know that if you do this, the Queen will transfer you out of Shouhuai Palace and into the palace of His Highness the Seventeenth. The seat of the eunuch in charge of the palace is yours."

In the face of Si Ying, there was a hint of

The greed comes, "The slave knows."

...

Meal on the second day.

Si Ying did the same as last time, and put medicine on Rong Ting's breakfast, on the rim of the bowl, and on the tip of the chopsticks.

Then, stand by.

The slightly swaying eyes revealed his nervousness.

Rong Ting picked up the chopsticks.

Just like last time, he paused for a while.

Si Ying waited for him to take a light pause like last time, and then put the dishes into the bowl.

But he didn't expect Rong Ting to be different this time.

His fingers moved, and the two chopsticks spun in a circle between his slender fingers, and with a "pop", they were buckled on the table by him.

The sound of wood colliding with wood was very clear in this empty room.

Si Ying's heart also "popped" as if he had landed from a height, and his eyes were fixed on Rong Ting.

I'm afraid he sees something.

Rong Ting narrowed his eyes and said, "Today's porridge doesn't smell right."

Si Ying's expression changed, he stepped forward, leaned over and smelled it, and said, "The servant didn't smell anything."

"Maybe I'm mistaken."

Si Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally got confused.

Just when he raised his head slightly, there was an extremely fierce force on the back of his head, smashing his head directly into the porridge bowl.

The porridge bowl was turned over.

Si Ying's mouth and eyelids were covered with porridge. It's like a fish with its head pinched, unable to writhe on the chopping board.

His eyelids were too hot to open, and his entire face was trembling.

A low, hoarse voice resounded from the top of his head, "I was indeed mistaken. The poison given by the queen is odorless and colorless. How could it make me smell strange?"

Rong Ting tugged at the back of Si Ying's head, pulled him up, pinched his chin tightly with one hand, and pressed his fingers against his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth and slowly feed the dishes on the table. , pressed the acupuncture point again, making the little eunuch's eyelids open in panic, but he had no choice but to swallow the poisonous food.

Rong Ting let go of his hand, and with a disgusted expression on his face, wiped his own fingers with the towel.

On the face of the little eunuch, red finger marks, one after another.

He scratched his throat desperately, trying to spit out all the poison.

But it was too late.

His face gradually turned red because of the poison attack, and his limbs started to cramp. He trembled on the ground and looked at Rong Ting's Shura who wanted to kill him. There was no expression on his face, it was as cold as a piece of ice.

Welcome to the little eunuch

After looking at him with extreme hatred and fear, he raised his eyebrows, his thin lips slightly parted, and his eyes were as cool as water, "The poison that I poisoned took my life, how do you feel?"

Last time, he deliberately got into the condom and pretended to take a supper mixed with fainting medicine, and he knew that there would be another time. Sure enough, waited again.

Si Ying was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word.

"Today is destined to be your day of death." Rong Ting changed there, slowly wiping his fingers.

The face was like a fairy, but the eyes were full of anger, "Even if you can kill me, Queen Jiahe will push my death on you. Saying that I usually scolded the servants and told you to hold grudges and cast Poisoned me."

Si Ying lost his breath little by little under his whispers.

Rong Ting stopped wiping his fingers and looked at the wall.

Huai Qing, who was already trembling with fear, trembled even more when she met his sullen gaze.

What happened just now was too fast, he didn't realize what happened, Si Ying had fallen to the ground.

Rong Ting looked at him for a long time.

How long has Huai Qing been shaking.

After a long while, Rong Ting finally spoke slowly, "Do you know what happened today, what will you say after you go out?"

Huaiqing shivered, and reluctantly joined the words into a sentence, "Emperor... The queen bought Si Ying and poisoned the master."

Although he was afraid, he also knew that this was because Si Ying betrayed the master and poisoned him.

It was only before that he bumped into Si Ying sneaking around and whispering with the maids in Jinxiu Palace. Si Yinghuan fooled him and said that it was the queen who was asking him how his Ninth Highness was doing in Shouhuai Palace.

No matter what, Huai Qing never imagined that the gentle and dignified queen, who was the queen of the world, would be the one who bribed her servants and poisoned her son to death.

Tiger poison does not eat children.

Rong Ting smiled sarcastically.

The fox-like beautiful eyes blinked, and the tone was slow, "No hurry."

"You don't have to mention the queen."

"We have no evidence."

"The father and the emperor will not easily depose the queen. Since he thinks that our mother is kind and filial to the son, he will deceive him for some more time. If he said it today, he will be slandered by the queen instead."

There was absolutely no shock on his face to see a person dying in front of his eyes. When speaking, no matter from which angle he looked, he was a clean, beautiful and handsome young man.

"You said that Si Ying was bribed by someone unknown to murder his master, but he ate the poison by mistake."

A very faint smile suddenly appeared on the lips of the little boy, "In a moment, send Si Ying's body out."

"Where?" Huai Qing asked with a pale face.

Thin lips, a deepening smile.

"Send it to the Splendid Palace." Rong Ting said, Jun's face showed a bit of a carefree look, and he sneered coldly, "Let my mother take a good look at how useless the person she is looking for is."

...

Si Ying's body was wrapped in white cloth, and according to what Rong Ting said, it was sent to Jinxiu Palace to show Empress Jiahe.

Rong Ting was leisurely, manipulating the wheelchair, and followed behind Si Ying's corpse unhurriedly.

The expression on his face was calm.

Along the way, the palace maids who saw them changed their expressions one after another, avoided them in horror, and said, "Shouhuai Palace, why is someone dead again?"

"It's not really haunted, is it?"

Although the maids were afraid, more and more people came to see them.

Jiang Rao was holding a box of cinnabar in her hand. As soon as she came out of Shuxiang Palace and went to Shouhuai Palace, she saw that the road was crowded and overcrowded.

When heard that a eunuch died, and it was the eunuch of Shouhuai Palace, her expression changed slightly.

Hurry up there.

Ming Shao stopped Jiang Rao, "Girl, don't go, be careful to get bad luck."

At this time, the voice of a palace maid fell in their ears.

"The ninth prince's face is so terrifying."

"Someone died, how can he change to be a normal person?"

The young man sitting in the wheelchair has long eyebrows and long eyes, and his face is cold and glamorous, but his eyes are extremely indifferent and dark.

It's just that his eyes moved slightly when he saw Jiang Rao standing behind the palace maids.

He stopped for a while, turned his head, and came towards Jiang Rao.

When he arrived at Jiang Rao's side, the indifference and coldness that he had just disappeared had disappeared from his pupils.

On the contrary, the water light flickered slightly, and the amber eyes showed a fragility of the rest of his life.

"Yinian, I almost... died."

He stretched out his hand, as if trying to grab Jiang Rao's sleeve. Halfway through, as if realizing something was wrong, he retracted it again. Instead, he seemed even more flustered and at a loss.

He looked terrified and said, "I'm a little scared."

The pale face was slightly raised, and the face was covered with a layer of light sunlight, and the expression and tone were all afraid.

Long dense eyelashes, trembling.