Chapter 305: Darkness in the Forehead
The marriage team is finally about to set off.
The iron armor of two thousand cavalrymen reflected the dim morning light, protecting the princess's vermilion lacquered and gilded carriage.
The Eight Treasures Fragrant Carriage was pulled by four strong and powerful horses and slowly moved away.
The honor guard at the front held flags of various colors, and the word "Yu" on the flags fluttered in the morning breeze.
Following the princess's carriage was a long motorcade loaded with gold, silver, jewelry, silks and satins.
It was not a dowry, but compensation to Tiele Khan.
Princess Ning'an was sitting in the carriage, wearing a heavy and gorgeous wedding dress, and the heavy headdress on her head almost bent her neck.
She rubbed her eyes, which still felt a little sore.
She had already bid farewell to her mother and brother many times this morning.
Ning An originally planned to just bow and remain silent when saying goodbye to his father.
But when it came time to say goodbye, the emperor didn't show up at all. Eunuch Wang said that the emperor was not feeling well and could not come.
After hearing this, Ning An sneered in his heart.
She really saw it clearly.
He didn't even cherish the little bit of father-daughter affection they had left, and didn't even come to see her for the last time.
The marriage procession was like a long winding dragon. It left the palace gate, moved along Suzaku Avenue, and then left the city gate. Finally, even its tail disappeared in Chang'an City.
Ning An looked back at Chang'an City and a premonition arose in his heart.
Some people she may never see again.
Su Zhizhi and Xue Che watched the marriage procession leave from the window on the street before returning to Heishan Mansion.
Su Zhizhi was in a depressed mood.
Xue Che was also unhappy:
"Ceding territory, paying compensation, or marrying off women are not fundamental solutions. They will only fuel the enemy's ambitions and allow them to become even more aggressive in the future. The only solution is to defeat them on the battlefield."
Po flew over, spread his wings, and patted Su Zhizhi's back again and again.
Su Zhizhi touched Abao's head:
"I don't know when the Montenegrin Army will arrive."
The journey from Xunzhou to Chang'an is long, and the Black Mountain Army is large in number, so their marching speed cannot be compared with that of a single person riding a horse.
Xue Che: "March is not easy, and it rains a lot in summer. It's only been less than two months, so it should take some time."
Su Zhizhi looked up at the overcast sky:
"Chang'an City is even emptier now. The troops heading north are still on the road inside the pass. Two thousand more cavalrymen have left today to escort the bride."
The dark clouds in the sky are gathering more and more.
Dark clouds pressed down on the city, making the palace of Chang'an seem about to collapse.
The palace had just sent Princess Ning'an away for marriage, and another piece of news broke:
Tutor Zhang fainted in the Eastern Palace because of the Crown Prince's anger, and was still not fully conscious when he was sent back to the palace.
The prince is unconscious in the East Palace and is in danger!
East Palace.
Murong Zhen was lying on the bed, his brows furrowed, a layer of sweat on his pale face.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
It was as if countless knives were cutting through his scalp, trying to split his skull.
Ever since Ning An came to the Eastern Palace and scolded him that day, he has been feeling resentful and his headache has become even worse.
When Tutor Zhang came to lecture him, he couldn't understand a single word he said.
Zhang Taifu saw that Murong Zhen looked unwell, so he asked him to have a good rest:
"I know the Crown Prince is worried and angry about the invasion of the Hu people and the princess's marriage. You don't have to force yourself. Please take good care of yourself."
Murong Zhen couldn't stay in the East Palace anymore and planned to go out for a walk.
He turned around and walked away in a hurry, bumping into a palace maid who was bringing in tea.
Crash——
The tea splashed all over Murong Zhen, leaving water stains on his clothes and shoes.
The palace maid was so frightened that her face turned pale and she immediately knelt down:
"This servant deserves to die... Please spare my life, Your Highness! This servant..."
Murong Zhen's ears were buzzing and his head was dizzy. He watched the palace maid's mouth opening and closing, but he could not hear what she said.
The irritability was like a huge net that fell from the sky, binding him and making him even more irritable.
Murong Zhen casually pulled out the sword hanging on the wall next to him and swung it directly at the palace maid's neck.
A horrific bloody wound immediately appeared on the palace maid's white neck, and blood splattered on the hem of Murong Zhen's clothes.
She fell in the tea and blood with her eyes open, and her mouth never moved again.
"Prince, Prince..." The palace servants around him immediately knelt on the ground.
Murong Zhen felt much more relieved when he saw the blood splattering.
The sharp tinnitus stopped and the headache seemed to ease a little.
Zhang Taifu, who had not yet left, saw this scene and was so angry that he trembled and asked Murong Zhen angrily:
"Prince! I have taught you for years, always teaching you to be lenient and to be a benevolent ruler. How could you kill innocent people for such a trivial matter?!"
If Master Zhang had not seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that the prince he taught every day would kill people so casually.
He couldn't believe that after killing innocent people, the prince would say coldly:
"If I don't teach the palace maids a lesson, they will only make the same mistake over and over again. It is only natural that I teach them a lesson."
Zhang Taifu pointed tremblingly at the tea and blood on the ground:
"May I ask Your Highness, what has this palace maid done wrong? What grave sin has she committed that would cause Your Highness to treat her so cruelly?"
Murong Zhen listened to Master Zhang's accusing tone, and the resentment in his heart rose again, and his headache returned:
"It's not the Grand Tutor's place to interfere with how I deal with the people in the Eastern Palace. No matter what I do, the Grand Tutor is never satisfied. It's true that the Grand Tutor taught me for a few years, but don't forget who is the ruler and who is the subject."
"If you still want to blame me, Master, then first ask about the sword in my hand!"
There was a ball of blood-soaked cotton in Master Zhang's throat, and he looked at Murong Zhen in disbelief.
He clearly saw the hatred and resentment in Murong Zhen's eyes.
The students whom he had taught with all his heart for several years hated him, disrespected him, and even wanted to kill him.
Master Zhang made an indistinct sound from his throat, and his chest suddenly ached... and he passed out.
Murong Zhen was also surprised to see Master Zhang faint.
But he didn't care about others. He had such a headache that he just wanted to escape immediately.
He had just walked a few steps out of the hall with his sword in hand when his legs went weak and he fell headfirst, fainting.
After the prince fainted this time, he slept for three days without waking up, and even the rice soup and medicine had to be poured into his body by the palace maids by pinching his mouth open.
Murong Yu finally dragged his sick body out of Ganyang Palace and came to the East Palace to visit the prince in person.
The prince and Ning An are his favorites among all his children.
Now that Ning An has gone to marry, and the prince is suddenly seriously ill, Murong Yu feels a pain in his chest and starts coughing up blood again when he thinks of all the misfortunes.
The people in the palace were in panic.
The palace is like a calm lake, with a turbulent current surging in the dark.
Taoist Qingyang in Yuqing Palace is now the calmest person in the palace.
He felt a little regretful that he failed to convince Murong Li to practice Taoism with him last time.
But overall, he was neither sad nor happy, and watched the world from the outside.
Taoist Qingyang felt something was wrong since yesterday.
The palace maid who came to deliver the meal had a dark complexion and a dark forehead, as if her death was near.
Taoist Qingyang thought that this palace servant was going to commit some crime and would be beheaded.
But when he stood at the gate of Yuqing Palace and looked out casually, he saw several palace maids passing by one after another, each of them had a sinister look with a dark forehead.
Even the patrolling imperial guards had the same look on their faces.
Taoist Qingyang's eyes changed slightly.
If everyone is surrounded by an ominous aura.
There is only one possibility——
Within seven days, there will be a bloody disaster in the palace.
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