Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 123

In half a month, tonics like running water were sent to the Prince Regent's Palace.

Ying Jingjue almost emptied all the inventory in the palace.

This level of care made the few officials who planned to cut Lian Shenwei's power together with him almost think that when their Majesty asked Bu Jiri, he was possessed by the spirit body of the late emperor.

The matter of Foquan Temple was under pressure for the time being. Many people didn't know what happened that night. Only a few well-informed people heard the wind.

Little Hou Ye led his soldiers these days and didn't know who he was chasing.

The capital had just been washed with blood, and it was the time when the wind was turbulent, and the new emperor stood up. During this period of time, no one in the court dared not listen to Jing Jue's order.

So even if he left the palace after he finished his reign and moved the place where government affairs were handled to the Prince Regent's Mansion, there wasn't much opposition—

Who dares to take such a risk when the situation is unclear?

"Agu—"

Ah Zuo circled over the Prince Regent's Mansion.

The soldiers behind Li Ningfeng pressed two bloody people, Ye Mingqin was also beside them, and they entered the room where Ying Jingjue temporarily lived in the Prince Regent's Mansion.

"Jing Jue, someone caught him and almost ran away, thanks to Ah Xun."

With two bangs, Moda and Ci Lian were unceremoniously thrown to the ground.

The two of them had wounds on their faces and necks from being caught by birds. They didn't know what Li Ningfeng had done to them. They were thrown on the ground at this moment, and they couldn't even stand up.

Ying Jingjue sat behind the table, slowly closed the memorial, slightly raising her dark eyes.

The little emperor who had been on the throne for more than a year, Ci Lian couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he saw it, but Moda's eyes were like stagnant water. The moment he was caught, he seemed to lose his soul.

He wanted to go back to the royal court, but he didn't go back after all.

That Hai Dongqing's eye seemed to be glued to them, no matter where they were hiding, they could be found.

"The meticulous work of Beiyi."

Ying Jingjue walked up to Moda, raised her foot expressionlessly, and crushed him on the face.

Ye Mingqin had already told him about Luan Qingan, how could he not have guessed that Luan Qingan was most likely collaborating with the enemy instead of being slandered.

Otherwise, how can I explain that the child of Ade, a blind man who is often in contact with the Earl's Mansion of Shunchang, and a woman from the Central Plains is actually a Beiyi with heterochromatic pupils?

The little uncle took this matter on himself back then. He should have considered that it was the border war at that time, and Li Ningfeng was the head coach. If his uncle Luan Qingan had an improper connection with Beiyi, once it was confirmed, it would be very dangerous. In any case, it cannot convince the public.

Moda has calculated the Dasheng Dynasty for more than 30 years. He has never been directly stepped on the face like this, but instead of being angry, he laughed crazily.

Ci Lian looked like you were crazy and terrified, lying on the ground trembling.

Moda's voice was vague, "This is the Prince Regent's Mansion. You are so angry because you know that Lian Shenwei is your little uncle, and my plan to destroy him succeeded, right?"

"Lian Shenwei, a good death..."

"Unfortunately, I didn't see him kneeling towards me. The majestic regent, it is said that even the late emperor never knelt down once. When a person like this kneels down to the son of his enemy, thinking about it, I'll be—"

Ying Jingjue stepped on blood from the soles of his boots.

He bowed his head and said lightly, "You really want to go home, don't you?"

Moda paused suddenly.

Ying Jing decided to move her foot away, "I will grant your wish."

A ruthless look gradually appeared in his eyes, "I won't let you die, I want to keep you alive, and let you live to see how I took Beiyi, captured the royal court, and turned Beiyi into the territory of Dasheng. "

"On that day, you will go home."

"I will find your relatives in Beiyi one by one and kill them all in front of you."

Ying Jingjue smiled: "Can you say yes?"

Moda's eyelids trembled violently, and he spat out blood: "The Dasheng Dynasty's national strength is weak, and it is impossible to defeat Beiyi."

Ying Jingjue looked up at Li Ningfeng.

Li Ning clasped his fists together, and said in a deep voice, "This victory will allow the frontiers to recuperate for three years, and within five years, the northern barbarians will be destroyed."

Moda sneered.

Ye Mingqin raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "I have stayed in Dali Temple, Imperial Prison, and the Ministry of Punishment. I am familiar with the 24 capital punishments in the Dasheng Dynasty. Life is worse than death for only five years. If His Majesty can trust you, this person Leave it to Weichen."

Ying Jing decided: "Leave it to you first, if the little uncle wakes up and says what to do, I will listen to him."

Ye Mingqin nodded: "Yes."

Moda's expression froze for a moment, and when he was dragged out, he suddenly struggled and screamed, "Impossible?!"

"How could Lian Shenwei not be dead! Wake up? He was poisoned!"

"He can't be fine!"

He will never go back to Beiyi again, and the success of Lian Shenwei's plan is the only consolation in his heart. At this time, Qingfeng told him that Lian Shenwei still has time to wake up? !

Moda couldn't accept it.

"He's dead! He must be dead!"

Li Ningfeng: "When you investigated Master, why didn't you investigate clearly? Master has a friend who is a descendant of the Feng family."

Moda seemed to be strangled by someone, and then let out a meaningless scream.

"Shut his mouth," Ying Jingjue glanced towards Lian Shenwei's bedroom, frowned, "Don't disturb the cleanliness here."

Moda was dragged down, and there was only one Mercy left.

Ying Jingjue only glanced at it: "Dispose of it with Moda."

Ye Mingqin: "I understand."

Everyone in the room retreated, leaving only the three of them.

With Lian Shenwei's relationship, when the three of them are alone, they don't follow the rules.

Ying Jing decided: "Sit down."

Li Ningfeng couldn't hold back, and asked, "How is Master doing during the few days I've been arresting?"

Ying Jingjue has been here almost all the time, haggard visible to the naked eye. Ye Mingqin helped him run between the court and the regent, but he didn't spend as much time here as he did.

"……not too good."

Ying Jingjue covered her face deeply.

"It has been burning repeatedly, coughing up blood, and has no response to any external stimuli except pain. In a few days, Mr. Feng has snatched people from Hades no less than ten times."

"I pressed on his wrist several times, but I couldn't feel his pulse..."

When Ying Jingjue said this, there was an unconcealable tremor in his voice.

He has been sleeping in Lian Shenwei's room for the past few nights, with a quilt under the bed. Ying Jing is by no means a light sleeper, but now she has developed a habit of waking up whenever there is a disturbance, subconsciously sniffing out Lian Shenwei's breath. Habit.

He often looks at the pale and thin young man on the bed in a trance.

Or look at the face, or look at his hands.

Li Ningfeng and Ye Mingqin didn't know, but he knew how different his little uncle was from when he was a boy... How did he become so weak.

He didn't know anything about what happened back then.

Why did the royal father know the identity of the little uncle, but didn't tell him, but instead left such an imperial decree? Did he expect this day to come?

Ying Jing decided to write down all the people Lian Shenwei had killed in the court over the years, but she didn't find any connection between these people.

He couldn't ask anything from Eunuch Li, Tiannan and Mingzhu were tight-lipped, and Mr. Feng researched new medicines every day and stayed by his little uncle's side.

It seemed that everything was buried with his father's departure.

Ying Jingjue could only search desperately from his memory, but what he found repeatedly was only one picture, which was the person he had seen on the night when Fudu Villa destroyed his family, wearing the costume of the imperial guard.

The little uncle was not at the villa that night, and Qiu Cheng took his death quota.

Judging from the time he calculated, the little uncle was 17 years old, the villa changed dramatically, and when he appeared in the court at the age of 20, he was appointed by his father as the number one scholar.

Less than 29 today.

For more than eight years, even Shen Wei was almost in the capital, and Ying Jingjue knew what he did on the surface.

But the three years between the age of 17 and the age of 20.

What did he do.

Ying Jingjue said everything she knew, then looked at Li Ningfeng and Ye Mingqin: "Do you know anything else?"

In fact, Li Ningfeng only found out later that his master was not only Xi Mian, but also Lian Yubai, the second son of Fudu Villa, and Ying Jingjue's little uncle.

He got in touch with his master when he learned the negative snow sword technique by mistake.

Negative snow swordsmanship should be the master wanted Ying Jing to learn it, but Jing never learned it. Only after he learned it did the master later take the initiative to write letters to him.

"At the reception banquet, I didn't know that the regent was the master. At that time, I pretended to fall down and tried it..."

As he said that, Li Ningfeng's face suddenly turned ugly.

He clearly recalled what happened on the day of the welcome banquet in his mind.At that time, he was defeated by his master, he pretended to fall to check his pulse, and what he grabbed...was his master's right wrist.

Can the place where the tendon in the hand was cut off bear his pull?

Later, in Master's reply letter to him, there were a few difficult words in it, and the stroke of the pen faltered slightly, was it because of his ignorant temptation?

Ye Mingqin: "What's wrong?"

Li Ningfeng: "...It's all right. At that time, it was found out that Master's meridians have no internal force flowing, and he is an ordinary person."

"When I was in the mansion before, I didn't see Yibro how to practice martial arts. I just occasionally folded a flower branch or two and turned it in my hand a few times," Ye Mingqin recalled. You can no longer use force."

"But at that time, Brother Yi's health was pretty good under Mr. Feng's conditioning, and it gradually got worse after I moved out of the Prince Regent's Mansion. Especially before the southern tour, I met Brother Yi, and Brother Yi was almost thin. in a circle."

That's because of the bleeding from his leg.

Li Ningfeng was silent.

The room was quiet.

Pretty much stringed things together.

Bloodletting is easy to make the body weak, after hurting the foundation, Lian Shenwei went to the southern tour without a break, encountered several assassinations on the road, and then used the identity of Ximian to force Ying Jing in front of Jinling decided to save it.

No wonder, when he was facing the killer of Zhuiyueliu, he could feel that his little uncle was unwilling to do anything, but chose deterrence first.

It was Li Ningfeng who broke the silence, "Mr. Feng called Master's blood the medicine man's blood when he disguised himself as Mr. Fuyu to save me."

"I can tell that the medicine man is a very lowly existence in Mr. Feng's tone. In the aristocratic family in Jianghu who passed on medicine, it is equivalent to providing blood and being raised as a living human and blood animal."

Mr. Feng often ridiculed him.

Thinking about it now, it is likely that he was used to express his anger at Master's bloodletting.

If given a choice, Li Ningfeng would rather not have these legs than to associate such humble words with Master.

It is very difficult to refine a powerful medicine man, how can he suppress his leg injury, and even ignore the poisoned blood this time.

Refining.

These two words were tossed between the teeth, giving people an unspeakable coldness and cruelty.

Ye Mingqin: "I once heard you say that after the disaster at Fudu Mountain Villa, the brother-in-law, in the capacity of Ximian, almost killed the moon falling stream at that time. At that time, brother-in-law was injured?"

There is no answer.

What they know is only a small part.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Ah Xun pecked a big hole in the window, as if he was curious about why the doors and windows of this room were so tightly closed, he poked his head in and took a look at the three of them, seeing that nothing was wrong, he didn't know where he went.

It happened that Tian Nan was passing by with a tray in his hand, and he glanced inside inadvertently.

It happened to meet three pairs of dark eyes looking at him.

next second.

boom!

The window opened suddenly, and a pair of big hands grabbed him through the window.

Tian Nan: "...?"