Chapter 1083 Sisterly Love
Feng Ziqing suddenly became angry and tore off the Buddhist beads on her wrist, and the jade-smooth Bodhi seeds rolled all over the ground.
Back then, she gave up her life in the martial arts world and was willing to enter the palace, all she wanted was a glance from Lan Feng.
But that man would rather stay with the orphan of the previous dynasty in the cold palace than even look at her on the Phoenix Throne.
Until Jiang Xiaowei appeared.
When the secret guard presented the stack of secret reports, she actually laughed until tears came out - it turned out that Lan Feng was not incapable of love, but he just didn't love her, Feng Ziqing. In this case...
"Why don't you just die!"
The palace lantern was smashed to the ground, and the splashing lamp oil ignited the curtains.
In the flickering firelight, Feng Ziqing's skirt embroidered with gold thread looked like a death-demanding demon.
"If the Queen Mother really wants to vent her anger, shouldn't she come to me?"
Jiang Xue suddenly raised her voice, and the silver chain on her wrist made a clear sound against the wall: "Let them and their son leave the palace. You can set the conditions."
Jiang Xiaowei was shocked to realize that there was someone else in the dark: "How could Your Highness..."
"It's just a mantis stalking a cicada."
Before Jiang Xue finished her words, several bronze goose and fish lamps suddenly lit up, illuminating the secret room as if it were daytime.
Feng Ziqing stroked the mottled bloodstains on the lamppost and smiled strangely: "The good show has just begun."
"Jiang Xue, do you really want to plead for this girl?"
"yes!"
Her eyes were as sharp as a torch: "What will the Queen Mother do to make her give up?"
Feng Ziqing stroked the armor gently: "Let me see your sincerity - kneel down!"
Jiang Xiaowei screamed and tore the silk apart: "No!"
She knew too well the pride of the Regent Princess.
How could those knees, which had kneeled before the common people of heaven and earth and before the loyal souls of heroes, succumb to a sinister villain?
"Come to me if you want to kill me, don't humiliate His Highness!"
"Humiliation?"
Feng Ziqing suddenly laughed out loud, the golden bracelet on her wrist jingling, "If I really wanted to kill her, why would I have to be so roundabout?"
Before she finished her words, Jiang Xue had already straightened her back and knelt on the bluestone ground.
The mahogany carved phoenix chair creaked, and Feng Ziqing leaned forward: "What a deep sisterly love. But..."
She ran her fingertips over the golden hairpin in Jiang Xue's hair: "How about adding some spice to it? How about slapping her face and calling her a 'slut' a hundred times?"
A crisp slapping sound suddenly rang out.
"The lowly maid Jiang, the lowly maid Zhao Jiang..."
Every slap was wrapped in the smell of blood.
Jiang Xiaowei struggled to rush forward, but her embroidered shoes stepped heavily on the hem of her skirt: "If you move even half a step, I will let the evil child in your belly meet the King of Hell early!"
Jiang Xue looked sideways, a smile still on her swollen lips: "It's okay."
The palm wind had not yet subsided, and blood was dripping down her chin. She clearly saw the hatred surging in Feng Ziqing's eyes, but she was more concerned about the sound of horse hooves approaching outside the palace.
That was the sound of Fu Dong and the dark iron boots hitting the palace road.
"You never expected that?"
Feng Ziqing pinched her chin and said, "When you were in the Golden Palace, I swore a solemn oath behind the Buddha statue..."
Before he could finish his words, the sound of weapons clashing suddenly came from afar.
Jiang Xue's eyes suddenly lit up, and the slap in the face hung in the air.
"There is a problem with the inspection route."
The frown on Bu Yuan's brow deepened: "The traces left by the other party are too deliberate, just like a fisherman casting bait."
The torch in his hand reflected neat hoof prints on the mud, which was definitely not the trace of a hasty escape.
Fu Dong's hands trembled as he gripped the reins: "I also feel it's strange. At the fork in the road we just passed, the broken branches all face southeast..."
"The truth is that it is dark under the lamp!"
Bu Yuan suddenly reined in his horse, and the black iron wrist guard collided with the scabbard with a crisp sound. "Immediately split into two groups. You lead the Dragon Guards back to the city for a secret investigation, and I will lead the Cavalry Battalion to continue northward."
As the sound of horse hooves cut through the night sky, Fu Dong suddenly remembered the abnormalities that occurred during the breakout.
At three quarters past eight in the evening, the city gate was closed half an hour earlier than usual. The emerald double fish pendant on the waist of the lieutenant general guarding the city, which should not have appeared, glowed faintly in the twilight.
In the abandoned Yongchang Warehouse in the east of the city, the golden hairpin on Feng Ziqing's fingertips was reflecting a dangerous cold light. The blood droplets at the corners of Jiang Xue's lips dripped onto the black iron chain, winding out dark red lines.
"Your eldest brother always praised you for your excellent bone structure."
Feng Ziqing suddenly chuckled, and the tip of the hairpin slid along her collarbone to her collarbone: "If I carve a peony on this icy skin, I wonder if he would feel pity or fear when he sees it?"
Jiang Xiaowei's back was pressed against the damp brick wall, and the winding pattern of the golden hairpin in her hand had been branded into her flesh.
She stared at the blue-clad guard who was standing three feet away with his head bowed and silent. That was the only blind spot where she could possibly break through.
Jiang Xue suddenly raised her eyes, her voice stained by blood hoarse but clear: "Queen Dowager, do you know why the late emperor gave you the title 'Ning'?"
These words made Feng Ziqing's pupils shrink suddenly, and the tip of the hairpin deviated half an inch.
Suddenly, there were short and long partridge calls outside the dungeon, and Jiang Xue's bound fingertips trembled slightly.
This was the signal from the Cavalry Battalion. Bu Yuan's reinforcements were only a hundred steps away. She had to delay for another half a moment, but the golden needles in her body had already begun to attack her heart.
The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the dark night as Fu Dong and Bu Buyuan led their men to break through the city gate. Three dark shadows quickly separated under the moonlight.
The scouts sneaked into the streets like swimming fish. Fu Dong went straight to the princess's mansion to dispatch the guards, while Bu Buyuan rushed into the palace with secret reports.
The candlelight flickered in the Purple Palace. Jiang Heng knocked his knuckles on the secret documents on the table and suddenly sneered, "It's time to investigate the secret agents of those families who are most against my aunt."
The young emperor looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the palace and said: "Too much noise will scare the snakes. Let the inner guards change into patrol uniforms and conduct a secret inspection."
When Bu Buyuan was leaving after receiving the order, he happened to see the eunuch delivering the imperial edict walking quickly with a bright yellow silk in his hands.
In the streets outside the palace walls, no one knew that a web of traps had quietly been woven in the seemingly ordinary morning mist.
There was a pungent musty smell in the dilapidated temple. Feng Ziqing raised his hand and clapped his hands. Five masked strong men stepped on the spider webs on the ground and broke them into pieces.
Jiang Xiaowei trembled all over as she saw the eldest princess in golden armor and red robe being chained in front of the shrine. Her bulging belly cast a trembling shadow under the dim candlelight.
"When the late emperor bestowed upon you the Phoenix Feather Guard, did you ever think of this day?"
Feng Ziqing pinched Jiang Xue's jaw, but was forced to withdraw her hand because of the icy look in the other person's eyes.
Suddenly he turned around and grabbed Jiang Xiaowei's hair: "You have a good dog!"
"Queen, think again!"
Jiang Xiaowei staggered in front of the iron chain and said, "The blood of the thirteen states in the northern border has not yet dried. Do you really want to chill the hearts of the soldiers?"
Sparks flew from the copper furnace, causing Feng Ziqing's face to become distorted.
She really wanted to tear the pregnant woman into pieces, but she stopped when her fingertips touched the secret letter in her sleeve.
The tiger talisman of the 50,000-strong garrison in the southern border was now tied to the flesh and blood in Jiang Xue's belly.
"Slap!"
With a loud shout, Jiang Xiaowei was dragged to the corner.
Feng Ziqing leaned over and whispered in Jiang Xue's ear: "Just wait and see. When you give birth to the child, I want you to see with your own eyes Xiao Zhan holding the child and calling me mother!"
As the palace lanterns swayed, Feng Ziqing gently stroked the pearl hairpin beside her temples: "Since Jiang Xue wants to protect her..."
She suddenly pointed at Jiang Xiaowei, who was cowering in the corner, and said, "How about you take the blame for me?"
Jiang Xue's pupils shrank suddenly. She should have thought of it earlier. This crazy woman seemed to be targeting her, but her real target was actually the pregnant Jiang Xiaowei.
She struggled against the chains, making a crisp sound: "Just ask for whatever conditions you want!"
"Do you think this is a market bargain?"
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