[Chapter 413 Chapter 413 The Vicious Fake Goddess (24)]
There are still three days before the fifteenth night, but the white moon in the sky is already becoming round.
At this time, the Beiyou Imperial City was completely silent, with only the chirping of birds on the branches and the sound of the night watches announcing the time.
"It's dry, be careful with fire." The night watchman walked through the streets and alleys, striking the gong three times.
In the Second Prince’s Mansion.
Having just sent Wu Sa's men away through the secret passage, Cheng Jiang drank a glass of wine and went back to bed, dreaming of ascending the throne.
Wusa promised him that as long as he could master extraordinary skills, he would help him seize the throne and share the world with him.
The people in the room were sleeping soundly, and the guard outside the door was taking a nap.
When the rustling sound was heard, it did not attract anyone's attention.
A big gray rat crawled out from the hole under the bed. If you look closely, you can see that it has a bag of medicine powder in its mouth.
More and more snakes, insects, rats and ants poured in from the secret passage in the room, gradually drowning the figure on the bed.
When Cheng Jiang was awakened by the pain, he opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, a mouse crawled into his mouth.
He tried to get up in a hurry, but his limbs felt as if they were filled with lead and he couldn't move. He could only watch helplessly as these little creatures ravaged him.
Until there is no life at all.
By the time the people outside noticed the noise, Cheng Jiang inside had almost become a skeleton.
"Someone come!"
“There’s a ghost!”
Screams of terror echoed over the Second Prince's mansion, and the news that Cheng Jiang had been eaten by the monster until only his bones were left quickly spread throughout the imperial capital.
Yan Qing waved away the light screen in the air, swept the teapot on the table to the ground, and half-knelt on the ground.
He bit through the blood clot at the back of his teeth and spat out a pool of bright red.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Lan Yin heard the voice and hurried into the inner room without even bothering to put on his shoes, his round face full of worry.
Yan Qing shook his head weakly: "Help me to the bed."
"Qingmei?" Tusan, who was called in by Lan Yin's exclamation, picked her up and put her on the bed.
Yan Qing asked Lan Yin to bring paper and pen, wrote a prescription and asked her to boil the medicine.
During the time she has been in Beiyou, the little girl has learned how to prepare medicinal materials from her whenever she has time, so there are quite a few herbs in the temple.
Lan Yin, whose voice was shaking with anxiety, wiped away her tears and said, "I will go right away."
Yan Qing told her not to be bound by etiquette and not to call herself a slave when no one was around, but she was afraid of being exposed and did not dare to change her name.
Tusan knew that she had sent the little girl out on purpose, so he stood by the bed, staring at her with concern.
"Qingmei, what's going on?" He bent down to wipe the blood from Yan Qing's lips, his anxiety reflected in his fiery eyes.
After he sat down, Yan Qing half-raised his body and leaned against him, reaching out to touch his face, and smiled palely: "Tu Sangge's enemies are my enemies."
After she finished saying this, she fell into a coma.
The next day, the news that the second prince had died in his mansion spread throughout the city.
After investigating and learning the cause of Cheng Jiang's death, Tusang was shocked. He stayed beside Yan Qing and brushed the girl's weak face with his fingertips.
"Is it for me?" he murmured.
Unable to hold back any longer, he kissed Yan Qing's lips, a look of determination flashed across his face.
When he takes back what belongs to him, he will share all the glory with Qingmei.
He was deeply moved but he didn't know that Yan Qing never wanted to share with anyone.
She slowly opened her eyelids, her pupils suddenly dilated: "Brother Tusan?"
"Qingmei, I know everything." Tusan held her hand and put it to his lips.
Yan Qing sat up: "For Tusango, everything is worth it."
There was mist in the young man's shiny black pupils, which reflected her figure perfectly.
She raised the corners of her mouth: "Don't worry, it's just a small punishment from the Lord Beast God, it will be over soon."
Tusan hugged her tightly and said, "If it means you get hurt, I would rather Qingmei do nothing."
Yan Qing could feel the man's heavy love, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly but quickly subsided: "Wusa has been very active recently, and Brother Tusang needs to keep an eye on them."
"Qingmei's injury hasn't healed yet, I--" He wanted to say that he was worried, but swallowed his words when he saw the girl's lost look.
Yan Qing said seriously: "I don't want Tusango's efforts to go to waste."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Tusan stood up, his love undisguised, "Qingmei, you should have a good rest."
Not long after the young man left, the temple welcomed another guest.
Cheng Xu walked in quickly despite Lan Yin's obstruction. Wen Ru's face was full of worry. When he walked towards her, everything in his eyes flashed by, as if she was the only one left.
This was the first time a man had entered through the main entrance of the temple during daylight hours.
Under the pretext of caring about her, he was actually trying to find out the reason for Cheng Jiang's death.
Yan Qing was of course not being subtle and told him directly that as a goddess she had violated the precept of killing and was therefore punished by the gods.
"With one less major worry, Qingyun doesn't need to worry too much."
She smiled, her willow-leaf eyes filled with affection.
It seemed that even this habitual liar was dazed for a moment.
"I only care about Qingqing's health." He frowned, disapproving of her doing things that would harm her body for him.
He took out a jade pendant from his arms, with the word "Qing" engraved on the back.
Seeing something familiar, Yan Qing almost couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Do bad guys like to give wholesale mass-produced items as gifts?
She looked up and pretended to be confused: "What is this?"
"This is a jade pendant I carved myself." Cheng Xu took off his own piece from his waist, put the two pieces of jade together, and looked at her with a smile.
Yan Qing took it with a red face, lowered her head in embarrassment, but couldn't help but spit on it in her heart.
This thing deceives men and women, the content is the same, and I guess even the rhetoric has not changed much.
Cheng Xu saw that she was silent for a long time and didn't know what she was thinking. He just thought it was a normal reaction of a young girl in love.
He picked up the warmed medicine from the table and handed it to her personally.
Yan Qing opened his mouth, drank the medicine and gave her a few glances, looking as if he was deeply in love.
"Has Your Majesty promised Qingyun that I can lead the troops in person?" she asked.
The man looked dejected: "Your Majesty originally wanted my second brother, but now that my second brother is in trouble, this matter has come to nothing."
Now the rumor is that it was the eldest prince who killed the second prince.
Because just some time ago, the two had fought in the street, and since then, the two parties have been fighting in the court and denouncing each other fiercely.
Yan Qing stretched out her hand to comfort him, but put it down out of shyness, like a timid admirer.
But the man grabbed her soft hand and held it in his palm.
She closed her eyes and opened them again, smiling brightly: "I will give Qingyun another divination."
Cheng Xu's pupils shrank slightly, and he tightened his grip on her hand: "No!"
As if he really cared about her.
Yan Qing spat a mouthful of blood on him without any hesitation, and his entire spirit seemed to wither away, like a rapidly fading flower.
"I am satisfied to have Qingyun's genuine concern." She smiled, "In recent years, the Tantric sect has been kidnapping women with four pillars and full Yin, and many of them are descendants of officials and nobles."
"If Qingyun can stop Wusa from practicing evil skills, he can not only gain the support of the people, but also win the help of those neutral ministers."
Her breath gradually weakened. "The location is in an underground palace at the southernmost edge of Chilian Mountain. There is a century-old camphor tree in front."
After saying that, she slid down and her eyelids seemed to have no strength to open anymore.
"Qingqing!" Cheng Xu's heart suddenly shook.
Yan Qing coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, smiled at him fragilely, and said in a gentle and affectionate tone: "I wish I could be Fuyao and send you up to the sky."
Her hands fell limply.
Cheng Xu reached out and touched her carotid artery, and felt a faint beating. His tense expression relaxed slightly.
"Hurry up and call the imperial physician!" he shouted at Lan Yin who came in.
After staring at Yan Qing's face for a long time, his eyes gradually darkened.
I just felt the fragrance of plum blossoms in the air becoming stronger and stronger.
The man had already left before the imperial physician arrived.
Yan Qing's vital signs have stabilized, but he has not woken up.
No one knew that her soul had already left her body and appeared in Nanjiang on the other side of the Mirxi River.
Tusan looked at the girl on the bed. Her black hair was spread on the pillow and wrapped around her arms. Her porcelain-white face was flushed and she looked like she was in a deep sleep.
"Qingmei." He sat on the edge of the bed, holding Yan Qing's hand and pressing it against his face.
When he took off the mask, he revealed a jade-like face.
The heartache and love mixed in his frosty eyes were overflowing, and the blatant bloodshot in his pupils made him look even more haggard.
He believed that Yan Qing betrayed the Beast God for him and was punished for this.
Guilt and worry combined in one body, a tear slid down the side of the girl's face and wet the back of her hand.
"Qingmei, wait for me." He kissed Yan Qing's hand, stood up and told Lan Yin to take good care of the girl, then turned and left the temple.
He acted according to the plan Yan Qing made before he fell asleep, and contacted the head of the captured girl's family before Cheng Xu destroyed the stronghold.
Instead of taking the people to Chilian Mountain, he kept his troops in place and waited for Cheng Xu to take action before going in to rescue them.
Cheng Xu, who was praised by the whole court, thought that Yan Qing was wholeheartedly thinking about him.
But she didn't expect that all she wanted was a scapegoat.
Wusa acted in secret, and his methods of abducting noble women were varied.
The most commonly used method is to seduce someone.
Many families simply believed that they had eloped with someone, and did not dare to conduct a large-scale search as they did not want to make the family disgrace public.
Cheng Xu had never made any move to investigate Tantric Buddhism, but he led his troops straight to Huanglong and caught Wu Sa red-handed when he was preparing to bleed and refine the formation.
If the news spreads that he is selling out his teammates for glory, people will think it is reasonable under deliberate guidance.
When Cheng Xu led his troops to the border town, Tusang also took action against the eldest prince Cheng Su.
The two princes were killed one after another, and the remaining vested interest group became the biggest suspect.
The situation was getting stronger these days, so the old emperor naturally couldn't feel at ease.
If the third son wins another great victory on the border, his prestige will pose an even greater threat to him, the monarch who has no intention of abdicating.
What Tusang had to do now was to secretly recognize the old emperor and use his rejuvenation skills to keep the emperor hanging so that he would not execute Wusa too quickly.
The second prince who actually conspired with the Tantric Buddhism is dead. Wu Sa failed at the last moment and had no way to defend himself by accusing Cheng Xu of being the culprit that caused his defeat.
The old emperor was afraid that a big wolf would swallow a tiger, so in order to restrain his son, he would be eager to recognize Tusang and help him build up power in the court as soon as possible.
So that Beiyou can restore the balance he once dominated.
It is not known yet that Cheng Xu, who was causing turmoil in the court, had already arrived at the border area.
Although he had no protection from his mother's family, he had now fought his way out of the siege and gained both fame and power.
As long as he can make some achievements on the frontier, he will be able to gain control of the military power and become the Crown Prince of Beiyou with a certainty.
After Qi Heng sacrificed himself to block the knife again, he dispelled his doubts and kept him in Kyoto as his spy to keep an eye on every move in the palace.
Cheng Xu, who thought he had made all the arrangements, sat on his horse waiting for the vanguard general to challenge him.
He wore a silver helmet, black armor on his shoulders, a red cape fluttering on his back, and looked full of vigor and vitality.
He had endured all the oppression and bullying he had experienced in the past, and had been planning for several years to raise his head and achieve his great ambition.
What he wanted was realized step by step, and he felt that the golden throne was right before his eyes.
Thinking about the news brought by Qi Heng, that the goddess has not woken up since her coma that day, his frozen heart seemed to show signs of melting.
On this battlefield with yellow sand flying all over the sky, he seemed to smell the fragrance of plum blossoms.
As his thoughts drifted away, an arrow flew through the air from the enemy army and hit the red cherry on his helmet.
The Beiyou army immediately became chaotic, and the neighing of the war horses on Nanjiang's side seemed to be mocking him.
Cheng Xu was furious: "Kill!"
However, the first battle he personally led ended in an embarrassing defeat.
This was because Nanjiang had a young general who was an excellent archer and was flexible and resourceful.
It is said that the young general was just an ordinary cook, and was appreciated because he carried the seriously injured General of Cavalry on his back.
Seeing that he had a talent for riding and archery, the commander of Nan Jiang, who was known for his ability to hit the target every time, adopted him as his son and personally taught him.
Perhaps it was because of his extraordinary talent that he saw rapid success in such a short period of time.
This young player is not tall, has dark skin and a thin body, but he seems to have unlimited potential.
He was particularly good at winter assaults, and after winning three battles in a row, he was promoted to captain of a thousand men.
Now he is a vanguard general.
After another fight, Bei You, whose fighting spirit was dampened, withdrew his troops, and the prestige of the coach Cheng Xu was also shaken.
The man who felt the situation was difficult could not sleep in the military tent at night, tossing and turning, thinking about how to resist the enemy.
At this moment, the Nanjiang army was stationed thirty miles away from the border town of Beiyou. The bonfire was burning, and the generals gathered around it, chatting and laughing.
Compared with the silence and loneliness of Beiyou, it was so lively and joyful.
The young general who was pushed to the front had his ponytail tied high and his iron armor gleaming coldly. He was not as tall and strong as the other generals and could even be described as thin.
But his eyes were shining, he looked energetic, and he looked very heroic as he drank from the bowl.
So much so that no one would associate him with a woman.
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Nanjiang Kingdom, main hall.
The civil and military ministers below were arguing over whether to pursue the victory and attack Beiyou.
Mu Liancheng sat on the dragon throne with his legs open. He looked even more majestic in his black robe, with golden dragon patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs.
There is a golden V-shaped headband on the forehead, with a ruby in the center that looks like pigeon blood.
His black curly hair draped lazily over his shoulders, half covering his muscular chest that was revealed by his lazily open shirt.
He was listening to the quarrel among his subjects impatiently when suddenly he felt a strange sensation in his abdomen.
The dragon robe suddenly bulged out.
His handsome face suddenly turned dark, and the ministers dared not even breathe.
They looked at each other in bewilderment, asking with their eyes whether there was any problem with some aspect of their Majesty's functions.
After all, this is not the first time that their Majesty has encountered such a problem in public.
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