Chapter 307 Orphans and widows
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At this moment, Prime
Minister Lu seemed to see heavy snow outside the court.
He felt very wronged. He
never thought that
he would be stabbed with a sword in the court.
No one came to save him.
And at this moment,
the long sword was swung, with flashes of swords and shadows.
In front of the emperor.
The emperor's heart was beating wildly. His
blood pressure instantly soared to 190, but he didn't know about hypertension.
After all, he didn't have anything to measure at this time.
Many times, humans easily regard illness as a manifestation of love.
For example, palpitations, high blood pressure, hormone disorders, mental disorders...
The emperor hadn't seen anyone draw a sword so close to him for many years.
The operas and dances he watched all used props.
If anyone dares to use the real thing and is discovered, all nine generations of the family will be executed.
Even watching executions and killing people is a long way off, and the emperor has no interest in this aspect.
Drag the person out and how to deal with him is the business of his subordinates, and they just need to report the result to him.
Everyone in the world is playing a game, competing to see who can guess the emperor's thoughts more closely.
At this moment, no one guessed the emperor's thoughts.
Seeing Huiyun raise the sword and stab it directly into Lu Xiang's body.
When the sword was swung, it reflected the bright candlelight in the hall.
It was like injecting a ray of light into the emperor.
Just like the era dominated by Huiyun.
Princess Huiyun is full of beauty in everything she does, and she can lead the fashion.
Watching her kill people in the court.
Before this, the emperor actually thought about killing people.
He wanted to take the sword and fight himself.
But the court officials all took a step back and formed a big circle.
Princess Huiyun did not value martial ethics.
Their civil officials and military generals would fight in the court.
But they were all bare-handed, pulling your hair, hitting your face, kicking your stomach, and pinching your armpits. At most, the cunning ones would use memorials to hit people.
But they did not dare to use too much force. If the memorial was damaged, they would be charged with a minor crime of damaging public property.
They mainly used their hands, feet, and bodies.
When the court meeting was intense, there were times when two ministers fought like two twisted dough sticks and rolled on the ground.
They had different political views and expressed their own opinions.
But it can't be a real sword. Use your hand as a sword, your mouth as a sword, your butt as a sword...
If you bring a real sword, the court will suffer too much loss, and there will be few officials left in a few days.
The courtiers avoided it.
The emperor was stunned.
Minister Jiang held the child in his arms, not wanting her to see the violent scene.
Princess Huiyun pierced Prime Minister Lu with a sword.
As a spectator, the emperor finally came to his senses.
"No nonsense." The emperor blamed. Prime Minister
Lu stared at the sword in front of his chest with wide eyes. No, he has been working diligently for so many years, sleeping no more than three hours a day, and most of the time only two hours. He was pierced in front of the emperor and felt that he was going to die. In the emperor's mouth, it was just nonsense? ? ?
Chilled.
At this moment, Prime Minister Lu felt deep despair and was very distressed.
It hurt more than being stabbed by a sword.
Of course, being stabbed by a sword also hurt a lot.
He felt an absurd pain and had a huge regret. What was the point of serving such an emperor? He should have rebelled against him earlier.
Huiyun pulled the sword out of Prime Minister Lu's body and threw it on the ground.
As everyone knows, a sword on the body cannot be pulled out casually. It is safer to go to the hospital and let the doctor pull it out. It is like having something blocking the wound, and he will not die for a while.
If you pull it out directly.
The wound will bleed non-stop, which is dangerous.
Princess Huiyun pulled out the sword and threw it on the ground, bringing out a string of blood.
However, no one noticed the blood.
The princess was only seen stomping her feet.
She said aggrievedly: "Royal brother, didn't you say that you would take good care of me for the rest of your life? I've only been away for a short time, and you guys ganged up to bully my son. Can't you bear to see me as an orphan and a widow? I finally found my long-lost son, and you actually want him to die. Whoever dares to bully my son, I will kill him."
When Princess Huiyun said this.
There was a circle of people around.
Oh my God.
How could there be someone.
When talking about killing people, everyone else had only one thought, is the head enough, is there still a need, I can do it too, my neck is thin, it's easy to cut.
There is a kind of person, beautiful without knowing it, charming but natural.
She said you go to die.
There are people who want to line up and compete to die.
It's too scary.
The sword on Prime Minister Lu's body was pulled out, and his body could not stand, and he finally fell down.
He did not want to die, and he felt that he would really die.
As luck would have it, he fell in front of Minister Jiang.
At this moment,
Minister Jiang demonstrated a fearless humanitarian spirit.
He pushed the lady in his arms behind him and reached out to catch the fallen Prime Minister Lu.
His hand tightly pressed the bleeding wound.
Prime Minister Lu lay with his eyes wide open, and saw Minister Jiang from the angle of his chin.
Some people actually look good from this angle...
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
It hurts more than the sword just now. Someone pressed his wound, but he couldn't shout because the man pressed his wound with one hand and pinched his throat with the other.
At this moment, Jiang Er pressed his wound and throat heavily, and he couldn't shout, and his voice was twitching.
"Dad knows a little about medicine, don't be afraid, Mianmian, it's okay." Jiang Changtian explained to the concubine in a low voice.
The court officials didn't care about Lu Xiang for the time being.
It was as if a huge melon field was paved in front of them, and the melons on it were too many to eat.
Everyone didn't pay attention to Lu Xiang.
Princess Huiyun's words contained too much information.
Don't say that the orphan and the widowed mother, the prince consort is still alive.
Prince Han is still there. I saw Prince Han listening to music in the brothel yesterday.
Jiang Er is your son, who is the Crown Prince Han?
People think that the prince consort is a cuckold, and then they are curious about who gave birth to the Crown Prince Han? Who cheated on whom?
With a wife as beautiful as the princess, can the prince consort find someone else to give birth to a crown prince?
If Jiang Er is the son of Princess Huiyun, think about his experience, it is too miserable.
Because today is the game against Jiang Er.
He was said to be unfilial and unfraternal since he was a child, could not take the imperial examination, participated in the rebellion, was recruited, climbed all the way to the capital, and was shocked step by step. Finally, he was in the court, and then was reported. Prime Minister Lu prepared seven charges to suppress Jiang Er who had just emerged and pressed him to death. This is life.
Autumn grass meets frost, fish are in dry land, and they can't escape bad luck. The night is warm and long, and the abyss is still the abyss.
This was Jiang Changtian's original fate.
A life full of obstacles, sorrows and resentments.
At this moment, Mianmian, who was behind Jiang Changtian, covered her eyes with her fingers, and from the gaps between her fingers, she could see
that Daddy's hand pressure on the wound was wrong. Daddy's pressure did not suppress the blood, and the blood flowed more.
But Daddy must have been too nervous and pressed the wrong way.
Daddy is really a kind man, and he doesn't avoid suspicion at all.
"Dad, do you want me to help you press? I'm strong." Mianmian said.
"No, although Prime Minister Lu wants me dead and has framed me with so many crimes, father cannot watch him die. He is a human life after all. If he dies, it will put the princess in an unjust position. Mother acted impulsively for my sake. Mother has never hurt anyone in her life. I cannot let her feel guilty."
Jiang Changtian, a filial son who bears a crime, spoke in a low voice (just enough for the people around him to hear).
While pressing hard on Prime Minister Lu's wound, Prime Minister Lu's eyes almost popped out. He didn't have to die. With the location of the sword wound, he estimated that he could still survive.
Now, he is not sure...
He just regrets.
If he could do it again.
He would never choose to fall in this direction.
At least I should fall farther away from Jiang Er, Lu Xiang thought with a twitching body.
No, if I could do it again, he would never pay attention to Jiang Er again, and roll as far away as possible.
If I could do it again.
Lu Xiang couldn't shout, and tried to raise his hand, but no one paid attention to him, and his hand finally fell down...
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