Chapter 151 You Killed That Child
"Your Majesty, the young master is dead."
Gu Xun leaned back in the armchair and slowly exhaled.
It is already midsummer, but he is wrapped in a thick quilt.
"Dead? How did he die?" Gu Xun struggled after hearing this, but sat back down.
He had put a lot of effort into getting that child and had thought it would be difficult, but the Empress Dowager seemed to like him very much, and it seemed that he was about to be recognized as a descendant of his ancestors.
How could he die?
Gu Xun was very angry and wanted to hold his subordinates accountable, but no one answered him.
Suddenly the sunlight in front of him was blocked. Gu Xun looked over with difficulty and finally realized that it was Gu Qingheng.
He suddenly sobered up a bit and frowned, "Gu Qingheng, what are you doing here?"
The effect of his Five Stones Powder had not yet worn off, so he could only try his best to act normal.
In the corner of his eye, he saw the follower had his neck slit, and the blood was spilled all over the ground.
"How dare you kill my servants in front of me?!" Gu Xun stood up in shock.
He and Gu Qingheng had been at odds for many years, and naturally they had fights, but they had never done it face to face like this.
Perhaps the effect of the Five Stones Powder was still there. An idea flashed through Gu Xun's mind. He pointed at Gu Qingheng's nose and said sternly:
"That child...that child was the one you killed!"
"So what if it's me? What can you do to me?" Gu Qingheng just stood there, not retreating because of Gu Xun's identification.
He even came closer, and for some reason, Gu Xun felt timid.
But how could he accept the fact that he was afraid of Gu Qingheng? He glared at the man in front of him:
"You are so audacious! Aren't you afraid that the Emperor will know how cruel and ruthless you are?"
Finally, Gu Xun said viciously: "Gu Qingheng, you are just a prince, not the emperor to whom everyone bows down!"
He thought to himself, since Gu Qingheng admitted it, he would have to make a big deal about it no matter what he said today.
He just didn't believe that the image of Gu Qingheng in his father's mind could be so perfect.
Perhaps seeing through the uncontrollable excitement on Gu Xun's face, Gu Qingheng looked at him coldly, and suddenly smiled, with the sternness of a spring after the snow melts.
"Gu Xun, I dare not kill that child..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the hand that was seeking death instantly grabbed Gu Xun's neck.
Gu Xun's pupils shrank sharply. He didn't understand for a moment, but after he understood, he struggled:
"Gu Qingheng...are you crazy?! I'm a prince, how dare you kill me now!"
Brothers killing each other was common in the royal family, but no one dared to do it openly. Did Gu Qingheng think he had the ability to cover up everything?!
Gu Qingheng watched him struggle, as if admiring a moth burning on a flame; "Gu Xun, I pity you, you have been used your whole life without even realizing it."
Gu Xun's throat was thin with air. Hearing this, he said, "What... do you mean? Explain it clearly..."
But soon, he couldn't say anything.
Gu Xun lowered his head and saw a dagger piercing his heart.
Gu Qingheng let go and saw the man fall to the ground with his head raised, his eyes open in death.
He wiped it with a handkerchief and threw it on Gu Xun's body, as if with pity.
"Drag him to a cool place and wait for someone to collect his body."
In Shoukang Palace, Gu Yan was making playful remarks to the old queen mother, while the snow-white parrot beside her flapped its wings and shouted:
"The Empress Dowager is in good health."
"Oh, I really like this bird. Yan'er must have spent a lot of time training it, right?"
The Empress Dowager was delighted after hearing this. Elderly people love to hear these auspicious words the most. Therefore, Gu Yan went to the Zoo to learn how to train birds.
"As long as the Empress Dowager likes it, that's good. Yan'er was just lucky enough to teach it. If it doesn't want to learn, there's nothing Yan'er can do."
At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside. The old empress dowager looked over, and the palace maid beside her went over to see what happened.
Then she stumbled back, her face filled with horror: "Empress Dowager...Empress Dowager, something's wrong!"
"What's wrong?! Just say it nicely, why are you acting like a panicked chicken?"
After the old queen finished speaking, she had a bad feeling.
How old is this palace servant? How could she be so scared...
The palace maid shuddered and said sadly, "Prince Jing has passed away..."
“What?!” The old empress dowager stood up suddenly, her face pale, Xun’er… Xun’er!
Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Even though Gu Yan's heart was in turmoil, she had to pretend to be heartbroken at this moment.
"Royal brother!" She lay on the old empress dowager, her brain working fast. Is it Gu Qingheng?
But why did he suddenly become so cruel and kill people with such fanfare?
The news of Prince Jing Gu Xun's death quickly spread throughout the entire palace. Emperor Jingyuan was even more incredulous after hearing it. He ordered people from Prince Jing's mansion to be brought into the palace for personal interrogation.
While waiting, Emperor Jingyuan's back became hunched and he instantly aged thirty years.
"Father, Your Majesty, I am afraid."
Gu Yan was in tears, her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she fell in front of Emperor Jingyuan.
"Father, please send me back to the imperial mausoleum, or I will not suffer the same fate!"
Emperor Jingyuan looked at his daughter at his feet and felt sad. Could it be that God was really punishing him?
He has been seeing people die young over the years.
"Yan'er, get up. I will investigate thoroughly. Don't worry, no one can hurt you."
"Father, I am truly terrified. My brother and I have always been conscientious in upholding our duties, and have rarely even appeared in public. How could we have been so cruelly murdered?"
Gu Yan cried for a long time, and talked intermittently about the imperial mausoleum, during which she talked about how they, the brother and sister, depended on each other and lived a difficult life.
Emperor Jingyuan felt more and more guilty. He touched Gu Yan's head and said, "Don't worry. As long as I am here, nothing will happen to you."
At this time, the palace servant outside reported: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived."
When Gu Qingheng entered, Gu Yan was still crying. Seeing him, Gu Yan stood up and said, "Brother Crown Prince."
Gu Qingheng nodded: "Yeah."
"Your son pays homage to His Majesty the Father."
"Get up, do you know?" Emperor Jingyuan waved his hand tiredly.
Gu Qingheng nodded.
Outside, the imperial guards were carrying the attendants who served Prince Jing into the palace. They shivered as they passed by Gu Qingheng.
"Yan'er, you go down first." Emperor Jingyuan was afraid that Gu Yan would be reminded of the past again.
Gu Yan thought that her people should be back soon. She wiped her tears and said, "Yes, father."
After Gu Yan left, Emperor Jingyuan stared at his men and said, "Tell me the truth about who went to Prince Jing's mansion today!"
But everyone below buried their heads in their chests and no one answered. After all, Emperor Jingyuan had been emperor for decades. He waved his sleeve and pointed at one of them:
"Come here, drag him out and beat him! If he doesn't give in, send him to the Ministry of Punishment."
There are plenty of ways in the palace to make people confess.
When the servants of Prince Jing's mansion heard they were going to be tortured, they all trembled like sieves: "Your Majesty, please have mercy and forgive us!"
They kowtowed and begged for mercy, but Emperor Jingyuan glanced at them fiercely and said, "Think carefully."
At this time, a servant below raised his head and quickly looked at Gu Qingheng, this evil god, who was drinking tea beside him.
But soon the beating outside ended and the royal guards dragged the man in.
The man struggled, stretched out his trembling finger and pointed at Gu Qingheng:
"Only the Crown Prince has been here, and it was after His Highness left that the Prince died..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone below said that only Gu Qingheng had been there.
This statement was no different from accusing Gu Qingheng of being the murderer. Upon hearing this, Emperor Jingyuan first denied it:
"How dare you! Who ordered you to frame the prince?!"
"Minions dare not!"
Emperor Jingyuan turned to look at his most cherished son and finally asked, "Heng'er, tell me."
As long as he said no, he believed it.
Gu Qingheng gently put the teacup aside and met Emperor Jingyuan's eyes:
"yes."
"It's me, Father."
…
…
It was already night when Gu Qingheng left the imperial study.
Changhe held his breath and followed him, vaguely feeling that a storm was coming.
The prince in front of me, at some point, suddenly showed his aggressiveness and was no longer reserved.
"Your Highness? Should we go back to the East Palace now, or somewhere else?"
The swaying shadows of the trees made it impossible to see Gu Qingheng's face. All one could hear was him saying calmly:
"Return to the East Palace."
"yes."
In the dungeon of the Eastern Palace, Zhao Mingzhu lay on the fox fur, grabbing a roasted chicken leg and devouring it with relish.
"Gu Qingheng, if you have the guts, don't show up, or I'll make you pay."
After she finished speaking, she took a vicious bite of the chicken leg, and suddenly a ghostly voice sounded behind her.
"Mingzhu, how do you want me to look good?"
Zhao Mingzhu slowly turned his head while holding the chicken leg. The dungeon was filled with moonlight, which shone on his face, making him look like a ghost.
Looking at Gu Qingheng like this, Zhao Mingzhu couldn't help but feel the strange feeling in her heart become even stronger.
"Gu Qingheng?" Zhao Mingzhu called softly.
"Um."
Zhao Mingzhu threw away the chicken leg, wiped it, and waved: "Come here, let me take a look at you."
Gu Qingheng squatted down and obediently put his face close to her palm. Zhao Mingzhu touched it and then pulled it to both sides.
"Let me, Old Zhao, see your true face!"
But no matter how she tore it, red marks appeared on the face that should have been as white as jade, but Gu Qingheng was still Gu Qingheng.
Zhao Mingzhu was a little confused, but she withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened: "Really, I thought you were possessed."
Gu Qingheng chuckled when he heard this, grabbed her hand and kissed it: "Mingzhu is really good at joking. Who do you think can take over my body?"
"How would I know that?"
Zhao Mingzhu sat down and demanded, "When are you going to let me out? I've admitted my mistakes and apologized. What else do you want from me?"
"You said you liked me and loved me, yet you abused me like this?"
Gu Qingheng looked around. The dungeon fence was wrapped in silk, the tables, chairs and benches were made of sandalwood, the floor was covered with Persian carpets, and incense was curling in the corner.
His eyes fell on the plate of roast chicken from Hongyunlou.
"Mingzhu, stay here obediently. It's not safe outside."
Zhao Mingzhu was furious after hearing this: "If you want to keep a beautiful woman in a golden house and play the canary game, shouldn't you at least pick a good place for me to live? Can you be a little more spacious?"
Gu Qingheng nodded after hearing this: "I will consider this proposal."
He left again.
Left again.
Left.
He left without looking back, and a piece of background music appeared in Zhao Mingzhu's mind.
Give her a erhu and she can play a sad piece right now.
Zhao Mingzhu sat down angrily, then grabbed the roast chicken and continued to eat. She didn't believe that she could be locked up for the rest of her life.
In Tingchao Courtyard, Bo Ling was waiting at the door. When he saw Gu Qingheng, he said, "Your Highness."
When he saw him wearing black clothes, Bo Ling knew that the person in front of him was not the original Gu Qingheng.
But why did he suddenly call me over?
All kinds of thoughts flashed through Bo Ling's mind. Could it be that he knew what he was preparing for?
Gu Qingheng pushed the door open and turned around: "Come in."
Bo Ling followed with great difficulty, what was going on?
Gu Qingheng sat in front of Zhao Mingzhu's dressing table: "Bo Ling, we, the king and his subject, meet again."
He played with Zhao Mingzhu's pearl hairpin and looked at Bo Ling behind him through the bronze mirror, with a smile on his face.
Bo Ling: Ah?
This paragraph is really an explosion of information.
Even someone with an unconventional mind like Bo Ling couldn't keep up for a while.
"Your Highness, I do not understand what you are saying."
Gu Qingheng touched the round pearl with his fingertips and said nonchalantly:
"If you don't understand, then you don't understand. Didn't he ask you to find a Miao witch to summon her spirit? Now you can use it."
The tension of being spied on and having nowhere to hide made Bo Ling's back wet instantly.
He couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his face: "Haha, this, this, Your Highness, why don't I understand what you are saying."
Never admit it!
Gu Qingheng had a thin blade between his fingers at some point, and under the reflection of the candlelight, Bo Ling instantly changed his words.
"I remember now. Your Highness, please wait a moment while I prepare."
"No need, Changhe."
Gu Qingheng called out, and Changhe and Changshu came in with Bo Ling's set of things.
Bo Ling did not tell the two that Gu Qingheng's core had been replaced, so the two of them walked in without looking back.
He didn't see the three words "save me" in Bo Ling's eyes at all.
As Chang He passed by, he even said, "My eyes are cramping and they're shaking."
Bo Ling: “…”
There were only two people in the room, and Bo Ling knew that he could not escape. He took out the magic weapons and medicine from the box with no desire to live.
"Your Highness, please drop the blood into the urn."
Gu Qingheng picked up the blade and scratched it with his palm. Blood flowed along his palm and fell into the jar, creating ripples.
Bo Ling chanted as the wizard had taught him: "Soul, soul, do not hesitate. The moon washes over the mountains, the road ahead is clear, the clear stream cleanses the soul, fireflies are lamps..."
The glass lamps flickered, and the incense burner that had been extinguished suddenly came back to life, and an inexplicable fragrance lingered and rose.
Gu Qingheng looked at the water in the jar, which was shaking slowly without any wind. He suddenly fell down and fainted.
Seeing this, Bo Ling continued to chant, but the tone suddenly became solemn and low.
"The Nine Hells are locked deep, a mountain of swords and blood. Iron shackles bind the soul, binding and gnawing at the heart. Three souls and seven spirits, forever restraining the mountain mandrill!"
…
After completing the entire process, Bo Ling fell to the ground with a pale face.
He turned around to look at Gu Qingheng who had fainted on the dressing table, wondering if he had succeeded.
If the subsequent soul-calming ritual fails...
Bo Ling's heart sank.
At this time, Gu Qingheng moved. He first saw himself in the bronze mirror, then turned his head to look at Bo Ling on the ground.
Then I knew that the summoning ceremony had been held.
He said softly, "Bo Ling, thank you for your hard work."
Bo Ling was flattered by the words "thank you for your hard work" and he struggled to get up by supporting himself on the table.
"Your Highness, how are you now?"
At the same time, Bo Ling carefully observed the other person. There was a lot of alienation in Gu Qingheng's phoenix eyes in front of him.
Bo Ling breathed a sigh of relief. His Royal Highness, the flower of Gaoling, the Crown Prince, was back.
"Your Highness, while you were away, Gu Xun was also killed by him."
Speaking of this, Bo Ling was really overwhelmed.
"Fortunately, he is not the emperor. Otherwise, he would have the power of life and death. Anyone who serves him would be in trouble! Hello, Your Highness."
Bo Ling took advantage of the situation and flattered the boss as much as he could.
Gu Qingheng listened to this, stood up and took out the frost-white clothes from the cabinet, and said lightly:
"He is me, after I ascended the throne."
"What?" Bo Ling was shocked.
Bo Ling realized that his flattery had backfired: ...
He suddenly remembered what the other party said: "We, the king and his subject, meet again." Bo Ling suddenly realized that this was what he meant!
"It's unbelievable that there are such magical things in this world..."
After Bo Ling heard Ai Ai say:
"Then Your Highness, you previously instructed me to use the Soul Calming Technique. This..."
"No problem." Gu Qingheng said calmly.
But Bo Ling was even more worried. Who could tell him how to get along with a master who would become more and more brutal in the future?
Look at how he killed Gu Xun, the other person died in the blink of an eye.
Never mind, it's his fate to have to deal with this.
Everything was over, Bo Ling patted his butt and went back to sleep.
After Gu Qingheng changed his clothes, he glanced at the bronze mirror on the dressing table.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled suddenly.
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