The next morning, Mrs. Jing Yi personally came to invite Jiang Gui to move into the quiet room, and the Taoist Wuwei who was waiting in the quiet room stood up to greet him with more respect than ever.

This respect is five points true and five points false, so that the Wuwei Taoist priest who has fooled the emperor by pretending to be a ghost immediately believes that Jiang Gui is enlightened by immortals, and it is not so easy.

Daoist Wuwei prefers that this concubine concubine is also pretending to be a ghost, but the method is more superb. With the few things she brought out, Wuwei believes that there is a very powerful force behind her. In her identity, what she wants is nothing more than the position of the queen or even the prince. The interests are not conflicting, and they can cooperate completely and get what they need. Taking a step back, if she is really enlightened by immortals, then she has to cooperate even more.

Therefore, Daoist Wuwei had a very friendly attitude and bowed his head: "Fu Concubine Niangniang is well."

"Hello Daoist." Jiang Gui was also polite.

Daoist Wuwei said, "Pindao has already learned from Junior Sister Jingyi about what happened last night. Congratulations to Niangniang for her enlightenment.

Jiang Gui pretended and said that he had the blessing of Qinglianguan, and business praised each other.

After complimenting each other, Daoist Wuwei asked Jiang Guiduo to give some advice on the contents of the pieces of paper. It is impossible to make a real object with just one drawing.

Of course Jiang Gui knew that it couldn't be done, otherwise she would have to show her ability, and she would have to prevent this unscrupulous old Taoist from crossing the river and demolishing the bridge.

"As long as I understand, I must know everything and say everything, everything is for your majesty, for the people of Limin."

Daoist Wuwei said, "It is my great fortune to be blessed by the gods and gods, and your majesty knows that it will definitely be a great joy."

"The Daoist's good intentions, I understand it," Jiang Gui shook his head, "The Daoist often goes in and out of the palace, and I know that the harem is treacherous. Live up to the good intentions of heaven and man. In case one day man will no longer be in the future..."

Nothing more, Jiang Gui didn't go on. Shitai Jingyi made a complete addition in her heart, what if Tianren no longer manifested spirits, she never thought, why can't there be a second time when Fubi Niangniang can communicate with Tianren for the first time? Thinking about it, Master Jing Yi was too emotional.

The same words that fall into the ears of Wuwei Dao's long-term analysis mean that it is not yet time for a high profile. Thinking about it, it was only a few days after leaving the palace, so there was no need to show the mountains and dew immediately.

Daoist Wuwei, who thought he knew what he knew from his heart, politely said a few words. He was satisfied and took this great credit. In return, Daoist Wuwei took the initiative to mention Jiang Haitang in the palace. Wuwei Daoist is a personal essence, and to be able to mix into the national teacher is naturally a first-class human relationship.

"Yesterday, Pindao entered the palace and learned that His Majesty has ordered to take away the titles of Concubine Xian and Concubine Ning, demoted to commoners, and entered the cold palace."

The emperor couldn't find any traces of man-made, and was tortured by the more and more serious and itchy ghost sores that he wanted to die. Finally, he couldn't bear the pain. Eliminate the so-called perilla grievances.

Jiang Gui had a sad look on her face, "Sister she." She hesitated for a moment, but she still didn't say anything after all, only her face was full of sadness.

Daoist Wuwei understood, she believed that Concubine Xiangui was the real master behind Zisu. Maybe it was her and the people behind her who were behind her. Even the Taiyuan Hospital was helpless. It was really unfathomable. Daoist Wuwei once again raised his level of attention, and he despised her because she was a weak girl. She was only afraid of being a beautiful snake who eats people and doesn't spit bones. Just look at Concubine Xian Gui's end today.

"How is your majesty's dragon body? Daoist priest." Jiang Gui looked concerned.

"The ghost sore is getting worse and worse, and His Majesty has been tortured so much that even the morning court stopped." Daoist Wuwei sighed helplessly: "If the grievances persist, the ghost sore will be difficult to heal. Only Your Majesty attaches great importance to love and righteousness, and does not give up the virtuous concubine and Ning concubine. "

Jiang Gui also sighed: "One night husband and wife one hundred nights of kindness, not to mention the relationship between the fifth prince and the tenth princess." If it were replaced by a childless concubine, it is impossible to say that the emperor has already killed the killer, such a creature as the emperor. , not much conscience. However, even with the Fifth Prince and the Tenth Princess, the Emperor's patience is limited. After determining that there is no other way, the Emperor will definitely kill for himself. How can two women be as important as his dragon life.

"You bastard, what's the use of raising you!" The angry emperor smashed the medicine bowl, the sores on his face split open because of the twisted face, pus and blood flowed out, and it brought a burst of itching, as if there were thousands of An ant burrows on the wound. The emperor couldn't help scratching, scratching a hand of blood, disgusting and frightening.

"Your Majesty!" The palace servant did not dare to stop him, so he could only kneel down and beg.

"Your Majesty, this is a ghost sore, and it's not a human being." The helpless imperial doctor's order could only insist that it was a ghost sore. Either the ghost sore or the incompetence of the hospital would kill people.

The Imperial Physician ordered the misfortune to lead to the east: "The emperor forgives his sins, but the ministers are incompetent. Inaction, the Taoist leader, the road is profound, and there must be a way."

Wuwei Daochang, who was called into the palace again, had a face full of sympathy and compassion. Facing the emperor who was asking questions, it was still the same sentence: "The resentment is gone, the ghost sore is healed."

The emperor endured the pain of ten thousand ants and shouted: "I have already demoted Concubine Xian Gui and Concubine Ning as common people and sent them to the cold palace, and also killed the few palace maids and eunuchs who harmed her, can't this solve her problem? Resentment." The life of a palace maid in a mere mere fact that two concubines and concubines should take their lives for it is not so much reluctance, but more unwilling. His dignified 95-year-old was actually blackmailed by a palace maid.

Daoist Wuwei only said: "She is too angry."

The emperor clenched his teeth and wanted to curse, but he didn't dare. He was really frightened by the ghost sores on his face these few days. He was born a prince, and he has been an emperor for 20 years. How could he have suffered such inhuman sins.

"Is it possible that as long as Concubine Xiangui and Concubine Ning die for her, she will be able to dispel her grievances, or does she want Zhen to die for her."

Daoist Wuwei flicked his whisk: "Your Majesty is the real dragon, how dare she."

The emperor sullenly glared at Daoist Wuwei: "If I give death to Concubine Xian and Concubine Ning, this ghost sore will not heal, I only ask you."

Daoist Wuwei froze for a while because of the ruthlessness in the emperor's words, but he didn't show anything on his face, and he didn't move in all directions.

The emperor couldn't help but be a little more convinced. Could it be true that by giving the death of Concubine Xian and Concubine Ning, the sores on their faces could be healed without medicine. To be honest, the emperor was very moved. His feelings for Concubine Xian Gui and Concubine Ning had disappeared as early as these days of torture, especially after finding out the good things they did. How many of his sons died.

When Empress Dowager Chen heard the emperor's intention to kill, she immediately became anxious. She wanted Jiang Haitang, who was in the way, to die, but Concubine Ning couldn't. Concubine Ning was the hope of their Chen family. She also hoped that Concubine Ning would give birth to a prince of the Chen family. Queen, continue the glory of their Chen family.

"In case it doesn't work, why don't you keep your cousin first, and use Jiang Haitang to find out the truth. In the end, Jiang's is the culprit. If it wasn't for her, the palace maid wouldn't have lost her life."

If I had said it a few days earlier, the emperor's spirit hadn't collapsed under the itch at that time, maybe he could have heard it, but now the emperor has endured to the limit and just wants to get rid of it quickly: "In the eyes of the mother, Concubine Ning's safety is more important than that of me. It's important, for the queen mother, my suffering is nothing, is it?"

Empress Dowager Chen's heart jumped, and she burst into tears in an instant: "Emperor, how can you think, you are the flesh and blood of my family who was born in October, how could Aijia not feel sorry for you."

"If the queen mother loves me, she shouldn't let me try to keep Concubine Ning, and make me suffer for one more day. If the queen mother really loves me, I should let me kill Concubine Ning on the first day, not let me I investigated and said that someone was pretending to be a ghost behind the back. What has been investigated now, but it has been investigated that Concubine Ning was full of blood and murdered Longyi."

The angry emperor suddenly approached the Empress Dowager Chen. Facing the emperor's festering face, the Empress Dowager Chen involuntarily shrank back in fright, her face turning pale.

The emperor's eyes flashed with anger: "It's disgusting, isn't it? This is my face, and every day is better than death."

Empress Dowager Chen was distressed and regretted: "Don't say it, Emperor, Aijia knows it's wrong. Aijia only asks you to be safe. As long as you are safe, Aijia is willing to lose ten years of life." The emperor had a estrangement, so what if he kept his niece, the emperor who was relying on her queen mother was not a niece.

The emperor sneered, full of ridicule.

The Empress Dowager Chen is like being pressed into an ice hole by someone in the cold days, cold to the bone.

As the emperor made up his mind, the palace servants of Zhengyang Palace entered the cold palace with three items of poisonous wine and a dagger.

For the past few days, under the careful care of the imperial physician, the emperor was worse than death, let alone Jiang Haitang. She was more tolerant and persevering than the emperor. Jiang Haitang tied her hands to prevent herself from scratching her face, and she had the day to make a comeback if she kept her face. After a few days, Jiang Haitang's wrist was strangled and blood was seen, but not a single sore on her face was scratched.

After seeing Eunuch Deng, the exhausted Jiang Haitang had a momentary blankness in her mind. After she regained her senses, she laughed abruptly and burst into tears.

There is no comeback, she is finished.

Ghost sore, she Jiang Haitang actually died of ghost sore.

Is that really a sore caused by a ghost? Or made by humans?

Ha~ What's the point of pursuing this now, in this palace, the truth is not important, the emperor's attitude is the most important. The emperor believed that it was a ghost sore, and she could only be cured by killing her, and that was a ghost sore.

"Untie it for me." Jiang Haitang commanded in a low voice, as if she was still a virtuous concubine, not a sinner with an ugly face.

Eunuch Deng recalled that in the past, the imperial concubine who had run off Queen Xiao in the power crown harem had nowhere to stand, sighed faintly, and pointed to a small eunuch.

Jiang Haitang stood up slowly, her eyes swept across the white silk, the poisoned wine, and the dagger in turn, and a ray of sadness gradually rose.

She is going to die again, she has only been resurrected for 14 days, she still has no time to do anything, her revenge has not yet been repaid, she is about to die, and she doesn't even know whether the person who killed her was a human or not. ghost.

Jiang Haitang opened her mouth and smiled silently: "I want to meet the fifth prince."

Eunuch Deng still respectfully called the empress, saying that it was impossible.

Jiang Haitang knew, but she still couldn't help but say, she left, what would happen to her Che'er? Her mother's family was beyond her reach, and Jiang Fuchuan, she was only afraid of hating herself to death.

The internal organs seemed to be twisted by a knife, Jiang Haitang was in pain and tears flowed. She held up the glass of poisonous wine with trembling hands, looked at Eunuch Deng, and knelt down in the direction of Zhengyang Palace: "Please, Eunuch, please bring a word to the emperor for me, the sinner knows that she deserves to die, and she is willing to apologise with death, There is only one request at the end of the day. The fifth prince has lost his mother's care and is in a precarious situation in the palace. I beg His Majesty to adopt the fifth prince to Fu Concubine.

Eunuch Deng glanced at Jiang Haitang. As expected, she was a virtuous concubine who had been in the harem for many years, and she had to put on a concubine when she was dying.Now all the palaces know that the Jiang sisters have gaps. The more she is like this, the more kindly she has to treat the fifth prince, otherwise the fifth prince will make a mistake, and the emperor will be the first to suspect her.

"The slave will bring the conversation." It was the emperor's business to answer or not.

Jiang Haitang smiled gratefully, looked at the wine in her hand, and poured her head back after a while. As soon as the wine entered her throat, a pungent sensation came, followed by a stinging pain, like a fire stick poking in the intestines, piercingThe intestines were removed, and then the internal organs were stabbed.A mouthful of blood spurted out, Jiang Haitang lay on the ground weakly, and her vision gradually became blurred.

What is the meaning of her rebirth, to die again?

Can she be reborn again?

If she could, she would...