Chapter 98 97

However, there is only one answer to knowing or not knowing this kind of thing.

Fu Changxi said lightly: "I treat the queen mother like a sister-in-law, and I never have any concerns."

This sentence is more painful than a sword. Empress Dowager Zheng's face changed slightly, and gradually became pale.

However, Fu Changxi put his hand on the long sword at his waist, and then continued: "This king is here, in addition to the matter of Tzu Chi Temple, there is another important thing that needs to be reported to the Empress."

Empress Dowager Zheng turned her head slightly, her side face was tight, she asked coldly, "What else?"

"Since this king entered the capital, the late emperor Changmeng cried and cried underground, talking about the loneliness of the underground, and missing his relatives for a long time. This king asked Qin Tianjian for advice, and Qin Tianjian once said that relatives are better than his wife and children. However, His Majesty is young, and he is in charge of the society. , do not allow any loss, and ask the queen mother to go underground from the late emperor to comfort the spirit of the late emperor."

After he finished speaking, Fu Changxi raised his hand and drew his sword. Between the electric light and flint, the long sword was already on the back of Mrs. Zheng's neck.

The long sword's edge is fully exposed, and the sword's light is cold and severe, and it should be able to blow hair and short hair.

Empress Dowager Zheng gritted her teeth and looked at him, almost squeezing out a voice between her teeth: "Fu Changxi, how dare you?!"

Before the words could be said, the long sword was pressed even closer, the blade cut through Xue Nen's skin, and blood dripped down, and Empress Dowager Zheng's beautiful face finally showed a panic and bewildered look: "The country is governed by filial piety. The world, I am the queen mother, the emperor's mother, you..."

Every time she said a word, the blade pressed closer. In the end, she didn't dare to speak any more, she could only bite her silver teeth tightly, and looked at the man holding the sword in shock and fear. For the first time there was fear and remorse in his eyes.

It was at this moment that hurried footsteps could be heard from outside the gate of the hall, followed by the staggering and hurried figure of Zheng Cifu——

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Zheng Cifu shouted as he ran, describing himself in a state of embarrassment, without the steady and capable cabinet ministers. When he was near, seeing such a scene in the Ci'en Palace, the second assistant was not surprised at all, but immediately knelt down. He raised his head to face Fu Changxi, almost weeping bitterly, and his words earnestly, "Your Highness, you have been fighting in the north for more than ten years, and every battle must be the first, forcing the northern barbarians to retreat year after year, bowing your head and making peace, no one can compare your merits; The late emperor believed in you and respected you, entrusted him with his wife and children, and promised him with the position of regent.

"The empress dowager is the wife of the late emperor, the current mother-in-law, and the prince's sister-in-law. If you do it, how will you look at you from the inside and the outside? How will people in the world talk about it?"

The old man in his fifties, wearing a first-grade official uniform, his voice was mourning, as if he really felt sorry for Fu Changxi.

However, Fu Changxi just said coldly: "Tang Taizong's hand-to-hand brothers are still famous in history.

"Emperor Taizong Wen was a hero of a generation, killed his brother, killed his brother, robbed his sister-in-law, and forced his father to abdicate... But he had fought for half his life before, and after he ascended the throne, he worked hard to establish the rule of Zhenguan, which can be regarded as an example for the sage." On the ground, he looked up at Fu Changxi, and said word by word, "If Your Highness wants to imitate Tang Taizong and usurp the throne and seize power, the minister will not dare to stop it, nor will he be able to stop it. He can only die to repay the great kindness of the late emperor."

Fu Changxi looked at him deeply.

I have to say that although half of Zheng Cifu's position is due to his daughter, he is also somewhat capable.

At least, he got to the point-although since Fu Changxi, the regent king, entered the capital, the courtiers have been very guarded, and they are often worried that this prince will be disobedient. But in fact, Zheng Cifu, an old man who passed through Xiaozong's dynasty, is very clear: this prince has never had the idea of ​​usurping the throne and seizing power.

But if he really killed Empress Dowager Zheng in the Ci'en Palace, it would really be Huangpao's addition, and it would be unreasonable to say.

Therefore, Fu Changxi slowly put his blood-stained sword back into its sheath, looked down at Zheng Cifu who was still kneeling on the ground, and continued: "I can not send her to see the late emperor, but she is a widow and also You should look like a widow, you should close the door to thank guests, and pray for the late emperor day and night."

Zheng Cifu should simply say: "I should be like this."

Empress Dowager Zheng was unconvinced, her red lips moved slightly, and she was about to speak, but was restrained by Fu Changxi's bloody eyes.

Fu Changxi looked at Empress Dowager Zheng's unwilling face, his eyes were as sharp as nails, almost piercing the flesh.

His voice was still cold and indifferent, but he slowly added: "The lavishness of the Ci'en Palace will inevitably affect the sincerity of the Queen Mother in praying for the emperor. Please ask the Queen Mother to move to the Nangong and pray with peace of mind."

Hearing this, the Queen Mother Zheng was still frightened, but she couldn't help but refute: "The Nangong is deserted and has not been repaired for a long time. Is it the place where the Queen Mother of a country stays?"

Zheng Cifu responded immediately, "Your Highness has considered it carefully, and this minister dares not to obey."

Fu Changxi didn't even look at Empress Zheng again and was interested in having another word with her. He just looked up at Zheng Cifu in front of him, and said word by word, "Take care of your daughter! There is no next time!"

Zheng Cifu fell on the ground and kowtowed, reaching the ground with his head, extremely respectful.

Fu Changxi didn't speak anymore, got up and walked away.

Zheng Cifu breathed a sigh of relief until he heard the voice of the palace servant respectfully sending the Prince Regent. After the excitement, his already old and frail body also trembled, and he almost fell to the ground.

Empress Dowager Zheng touched the wound on her snow neck, and she felt both pain and hatred. In her life, she was born in a prominent family of officials, grew up in the court, and was favored by three thousand people. She had never suffered the slightest bit of suffering or suffered the slightest bit of sin! Except for Fu Changxi!

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. She couldn't help clenching her fists, and said angrily: "Why does my father have to be so servile?! The current commander of the Imperial Army, Song Yuan, is his person. If he really wanted to kill me, why would he put on such a posture? She acted meticulously, let alone let my father know, and gave my father a chance to come!"

Empress Dowager Zheng is not a fool, even though she was frightened by the blade that Fu Changxi held on her neck at first, but in retrospect, she has seen through the secrets and hated her weakness and timidity even more.

Zheng Cifu's voice was restrained and sober: "He really doesn't want to kill you. Because as a real vassal king, he holds military power and enters Beijing as the regent, which has already made the courtiers fearful and vigilant. If he kills you, the queen mother, he is sitting on the throne. It is true that he has no intention of being a minister, unless he immediately seeks to usurp the throne, the Manchu Dynasty will not obey him!"

"I knew it!" Empress Dowager Zheng clutched the wound on her neck, ignoring the dripping blood on her face, walking back and forth in the hall with resentment on her face, her voice was hurried, almost mad, "I am the empress who was married to the first emperor, the emperor's first-mother, yes Today's Empress Dowager, although the emperor is young, is still the emperor in the end, and the righteousness is on our side! The Zheng family has been an official for generations. Just from the Xiaozong Dynasty, there has been a first assistant and a second assistant, and it has deep roots in the dynasty. He has a wide network of contacts! Even if he is the regent appointed by the late emperor, what if he has soldiers and horses from the northern border? Compared with us, the courtiers are more afraid and vigilant of him as the regent; the soldiers and horses in the northern border cannot quench their thirst! And he himself He went to the northern border when he was young, and has not returned to the capital a few times since, I am afraid that only a few old officials of the three dynasties still recognize him!"

"How dare he kill me?!" Empress Dowager Zheng was almost hoarse - in fact, when Fu Changxi put the sword to her throat just now, she was really scared and remorseful, and that's why she wanted to Find thousands of reasons to question and deny.

Zheng Cifu asked coldly, "Why didn't he dare to kill you?"

There was a momentary blankness on Empress Dowager Zheng's beautiful face.

Zheng Cifu got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body weakly, and then continued: "He killed you, directly questioned the Lord Shaoguo, and abolished the emperor, wouldn't it be better?! Anyway, he is also a parent and son of Xiaozong, He was also raised at the lap of the Queen, and is the heir to Emperor Xiaozong’s long-term preference. Now, he is young and strong, holds military power, and has excellent military achievements. Do you think those courtiers will really fight desperately for the so-called righteousness?!”

Empress Dowager Zheng was speechless and her face changed suddenly.

Zheng Cifu looked up at her, those turbid eyes were full of sharp gleams, almost making people dare not look directly.

His wrinkled face had a cold expression, and his voice was particularly cold: "I tell you, there will be a day when at least more than half of the ministers of the dynasty will finally kneel down and become ministers, thank you Lord Longen. Maybe our Zheng family has to put aside those old grievances and follow them on their knees."

"So, I hope you can take it easy too, and stop thinking about your ridiculous ideas and stop taking chances. If he can put a sword around your neck, it can kill you. He said no Next time, there will be no next time." Speaking of this, Zheng Cifu sneered, "Since you always think that the phoenix seat of Ci'en Palace is uncomfortable, didn't he arrange Nangong for you?!"

"If you can calm down and pray for the late emperor in the Nangong, there may be a day when you come back."

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At this time, the situation in the palace was changing, but no one in the Tzu Chi Temple knew about it.

In fact, when Zhen Yiyun screamed in the wing, the matter had already become a big deal - even though the backyard of the Tzu Chi Temple is generally only a female family staying, there are few people in seclusion, but Zhen Yiyun's scream directly caused a lot of idle people in the yard. They all called.

Although Zhen Tingyun and Fu Nianjia searched for the monks in the temple and blocked the flow of people, after all, they could not stop people's mouths or hide things.

Zhen Yiyun, who was only wearing a single coat, had lost her mind. She used both hands and feet to beat the monk beside her desperately, and her mouth was even more scolding. Anyone who listened to it would be surprised. Can the talented women in Beijing be able to scold them? !

However, the monk who was beaten to death by Zhen Yiyun probably knew that he had sinned deeply, and he bit the poison sac in his mouth the moment he was caught, and died without leaving a word.

As for the Huitong who led Zhen Tingyun the way, according to Mrs. Zhen, who hurriedly arrived with Zhen Hengzhe, Huitong also committed suicide on the spot.

The old lady Zhen was also very frightened. Seeing Zhen Yiyun's appearance, she cheered up and rushed up to hug Zhen Yiyun with red eyes, coaxing her, "It's alright, it's alright..."

Zhen Yiyun was coaxed by others, but instead, he was more and more looking for death to live.

In these years, although "starvation to death is a small dishonest thing", women's famous festivals are still important, and Mrs. Zhen is a villager, so she values ​​this even more. Now that this happened, she was stunned and panicked. She dared to stay in the Tzu Chi Temple any longer. She immediately held down Zhen Yiyun and asked someone to help her on the carriage, thinking that she should go home and beg her son. idea.

As for Tzu Chi Temple, there is Fu Nianjia on the side. Abbot Yuan Ku of Tzu Chi Temple came forward in person, saying that it was necessary to investigate the matter thoroughly, and the Zhen family would be cleared of innocence.

However, even if something is found out, what's the use?

After all, Zhen Yiyun had lost his body, and no matter what, he could never find a good marriage, and the rest of his life was almost over. And her full of ambition has naturally become an unreachable dream, and it has turned into ashes.

When Zhen Yiyun was taken home by Mrs. Zhen, she saw Mrs. Pei and Zhen's father who were waiting by the door, and finally regained her senses. She got out of the car and hugged her parents, crying bitterly, almost crying blood.

Father Zhen reluctantly cheered up to appease the frightened mother and young son, and told them to go down to rest for a while before pulling Pei Shi and his two daughters into the main courtyard.

Pei looked at her eldest daughter's tear-stained face, and felt deeply distressed. She hated her daughter's life even more in her heart: she managed to solve the matter of the surname Zou, and she saw a bright future, and she wanted to give her surname Zou a bright light for peace of mind. Why did the Tzu Chi Temple went to suffer such a big disaster? My daughter has just reached her wedding age, and she is still so young, what will she do with the rest of her life?

The more Mr. Pei thought about it, the more sadness came from it, and the more he cried.

After Zhen Yiyun cried bitterly, she became a little more rational. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and cried bitterly: "Mother, I, I was killed!" She hurriedly stretched out her hand and pointed to Zhen who was standing beside her. Tingyun gritted his teeth and said, "There is medicine in the tea that the second sister poured me, yes, she harmed me!"

Zhen Tingyun, who was watching the play next to him, heard this, and couldn't help but sneer: Zhen Yiyun is really still Zhen Yiyun, and it's time for her to be able to put things on her head and slander herself without changing her face!

I really don't give up until the Yellow River! Disgusting to the end!

The last trace of pity in Zhen Tingyun's heart was gone. She took a few steps forward and looked down at Pei's arms, crying with tears. The poor looking Zhen Yiyun asked bluntly, "You said it was my medicine?"

Zhen Yiyun gritted his teeth: "Of course it's you!"

Zhen Tingyun took out a light blue veil and placed it in front of Zhen Yiyun: "This is your veil, and it still smells of potion. What do you think is going on?"

Zhen Yiyun's eyes changed slightly: In order to take the medicine, she melted the secret medicine that the eunuch gave her at that time, dipped the medicine with a handkerchief, and rubbed a little bit on the inner wall of the tea cup. So, this handkerchief is indeed stained with potion...

The thoughts just turned around, Zhen Yiyun lowered his head, and the tears fell like beads with a broken thread: "The potion in the tea cup is on the table, if the second sister is interested, she will directly pick up my handkerchief. If you dip it, it will smell like a potion. Is it possible that this can be used as an excuse?"

Having said this, Zhen Yiyun cried again and again: "I, no matter what I do, I will never poison myself! On the contrary, it is you, the second sister, how can it be so coincidental - when I was taking traditional Chinese medicine, you and Yan The prince went out?!"

Zhen Tingyun took out another half-empty sachet: "This is your sachet, and it contains your medicine."

Saying that, Zhen Tingyun handed the sachet to Mrs. Pei: "My sister's clothes and accessories, my mother was the most concerned in the past, she must have recognized this sachet, right?"

Compared with the handkerchief dipped in the potion, this sachet containing the secret medicine is naturally more suspicious.

Pei shi glanced at the sachet and recognized that it was indeed the eldest daughter's sachet, with suspicion in her eyes.

Zhen Yiyun cried loudly, "Could it be that I would give myself medicine and harm myself?! This happened suddenly, but the second sister was able to hold the sachet and handkerchief in her hand and use it to identify me, I'm afraid Are you already prepared, thinking of drugging me, hurting me, and then blaming this on myself?!"

Having said that, Zhen Yiyun looked at Zhen Tingyun with hatred in his eyes. Just listen to her word by word: "Why is the second sister so vicious? Where is the love between you and my sister?"

Zhen Tingyun just sneered when he heard the words: "Big sister, why should the thief shout to catch the thief?! Of course you wouldn't drug yourself, you wanted to drug me, but you misused the medicinal tea, and now it's just self-inflicted. I'm just guessing. When you are sure to frame me in turn, I deliberately found sachets and handkerchiefs as evidence to show my innocence. I was really prepared, after all, I've had enough of your false accusations!"

Zhen Yiyun's face turned pale, then he lowered his head and wept, and said aggrieved: "Yes, I'm just a **** person, I deserve to die to show my innocence, how can I frame the second sister, you, the future princess with a bright future?! It's me who is not self-sufficient, it's me who deserves it..."

Having said that, Zhen Yiyun crouched in Pei's arms and cried, "Mother, you don't know how scared and hurt I was at the time, I really wish I could have died at that time. Now I have to be told by the second sister. It's self-inflicted. I might as well die..."

Pei's heart was broken by her crying, so she quickly comforted her in a low voice.

Father Zhen couldn't help whispering to Zhen Tingyun: "Your sister is already like this, this matter... It's not clear what it is, why is it so aggressive and clinging to it?"

Zhen Tingyun raised his head slightly, his black eyes were crystal clear, reflecting the face of Zhen's father like a mirror.

Father Zhen felt that he had lost his words, and was about to speak.

However, Zhen Tingyun asked back: "Is it me being aggressive? Is it me holding on tight?"

Recalling that the youngest daughter had been standing silently on the side, if the eldest daughter had not opened her mouth to point out that it was her medicine, I am afraid that the youngest daughter would not have spoken... Father Zhen felt even more dry in his throat, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

He hesitated, and said in a low voice, "Tingyun, your sister...she's already like this. You should have pity on her and put up with it, right?"

Zhen Tingyun listened to Zhen's father's seemingly reasonable but absurd words, his snow-white face was the same as before, but his eyes were as cold as ice, calm and emotionless.

Father Zhen felt something was amiss—before going to the Tzu Chi Temple, although the youngest daughter was a little farther away from them as parents, she was not so far away from them, but now she looks farther away.

Facing the young girl's look and gaze, Zhen's father couldn't say any more, his heart seemed to be torn in two, half was distressed for the eldest daughter, and half was guilt for the young girl..

Zhen Tingyun couldn't help sneering, she looked directly at Zhen's father, and asked in a calm voice: "So, my self-certification is not patient, not restrained? Should I stand on the side and let her slander?!"

Father Zhen should be silent.

At this moment, the hurried voice of a servant girl suddenly came from outside the main courtyard—

"Master, ma'am, here comes the regent! He, he remanded a eunuch in..."

Zhen Yiyun, who was lying in Pei's arms in agony, trembled all over, and finally remembered the eunuch who gave her the secret medicine and told her that she should arrange it.