The spacious bamboo house is elegant and extraordinary, Bei Mingqi embraces a thick warm fur, and waits in front of several thinly-clothed women. Each has stunning faces, faintly visible slender waist, and the magnificent upper circumference is dripping with white liquid. , Followed by a transparent glass cup below.
When the cup was full, it was delivered to Bei Mingqi's hands, and the unused ones were poured into the hot water basin under his feet. The hot water was constantly steaming, adding milk juice, and it became even more charming. Aroma.
"It's just whimsical. The prince who was so angry at the time was cheating on the prince, but now that the prince falls down, he wants to pat his and leave?" Bei Mingqi's voice was more chill than the ice outside the window.
His body is almost bad, but because of colluding with the Yan family, Yan Zheng sent Xu Yi over for this reason. The way Xu Yi came up with this breast warming.
As Bei Mingqi, what is it to get a few beautiful women?
Do you really give him a few pregnant women with big bellies?
Xu Yi fed these women with prolactin, so there was a lot of fresh milk every day, but this was not a common occurrence, after all, according to Beimingqi's request, it soon couldn't be supported.
These women are already in the tenth batch, and the previous ones have already been drained to death.
Xu Yi lowered his head to the side, not daring to let out the atmosphere. He found that Bei Mingqi was not as good as Yan Zheng, and it was impossible to heal Bei Mingqi's body with his current ability.
The poisoning is too deep!
Poisoned into the bone marrow and lungs, there is almost no cure, and his current method is only from legend. There is no certainty whether he can be cured or not, but it is only slightly effective.
Bei Mingqi was also very satisfied with this kind of treatment, embracing the beauty and curing his hidden illness, so every time he soaked the breast milk, he had to have a good time with those women.
In order to avoid suspicion, he had beaten Muyu for twenty years. Now that the queen mother and son are down, he is the salted fish turning over. He is naturally not as cautious as before.
What's more, now with the support of the Yan family, the Lin family is in control of Beiming's financial management. Today, Beimingqi wants the moon, and it is no longer difficult.
In the cold palace, the queen shivered, her hair was messy, and she was draped with strands of cloth. The largest piece of cloth had been torn off by her and laid on the ground.
The blood stains were just the confession that An Xia wanted!
"Emperor, you must avenge me..." After speaking, the queen crooked her neck and broke her breath.
After nine cold days, it was the Queen's maximum limit to hold on for these few days, and her only support was An Xia's promise.
Regardless of the fact that the queen has been in the cold palace for a few days, no one is in charge. In fact, those palace people are hiding in the dark to watch the queen's embarrassment.
Several little eunuchs covered their mouths, with a smile on their faces, teasing them.
It turned out that the tall queen would also curl up in the cold, looking like her, she looked like a monkey.
The courageous walked over and couldn't help but stretched his feet and kicked the queen, and he died.
They are not afraid of the dead. The most indispensable thing in the cold palace is the dead. They have long been numb, but it is the first time to see a dead person with a noble status like a queen, and they are a little excited.
With the leader, the other people also looked at the queen's body, kicking and pinching.
"Blood book?"
A few people noticed the blood book after having played enough. After reading the content, they felt five thunderstorms. It turned out that the queen had done so many bad things, and when she left, she kicked a few more times before giving up.
As soon as they left, a figure flashed out in the dark, it was An Xia, and when he glanced at the queen, it was a little sad.
Hatred will always end with death, and as soon as she died, Bei Mingxiao's heart knot was over.
An Xia waved his hand, pulled the palace gauze hanging on the beams, covered the queen's body, and turned away.
"Bitch!" After reading the blood book, the old emperor slapped him on the table with anger. He was sad for Bei Mingxian's death. He didn't expect that the queen's blood book confessed that she was forcing Bei Ming to persecute Bei Ming. Everything that Xian made was resisted by the queen.
Although there is no evidence of death right now, the old emperor subconsciously determined that it was the empress, a vicious woman who had taught the prince to ruin the prince, so that his father and son turned against each other!
Wei Dezhu had already finished reading the blood book when he sent it in. This meeting saw the old emperor raging, and suddenly he said hurriedly: "The emperor takes care of the dragon body, the queen empress..."
"What queen? She's not worthy! Come here, abolish the name of the queen and be demoted to a commoner. Isn't it dead? Huh, whip the corpse, thwart the bones and burn the ashes!" The noble woman becomes a dust after death.
Bei Mingxian, who had been away from home, heard about the news shortly afterwards, and the whole crowd spurted several mouthfuls of blood.
Concubine Yan Gui came in with the eleventh prince very fittingly. She had long received news that she had learned about the blood book.
Now she knows how to pretend, and teaches the eleventh prince to please the old emperor.
Sure enough, the angry face of the old emperor just now turned into a smile when he saw the eleventh prince come in: "Zhier is here, how is your homework today?"
Before the eleventh prince could speak, Concubine Yan answered on her behalf: "Isn’t the emperor making fun of his concubines? What can be taught to Zhi'er is the poetry and poetry that his concubines learned before leaving the pavilion. Zhi'er also followed his concubines. I just learned some poems, and when I turned around, my concubines taught Zhier to play the piano."
Speaking of this, the old emperor's complexion sank and frowned: "What do you think the dignified son has to learn some poems and songs like? From tomorrow on, a college bachelor will teach Zhi'er, don't learn those useless."
"Yes, yes, a concubine and a female stream are confused because they don't know how to teach." Yan Guifei quickly admitted her mistake, but her eyes were filled with joy.
After the prince was established, the emperor was sent by a scholar to teach himself. Naturally, he learned the art of the emperor. Now he is assigned to Zhier Education, so the expectation for the eleven princes is self-evident.
In this way, the eleventh princes do not need to go to the Imperial College.
Concubine Yan Gui already faintly felt that she was not far from that high position.
Wadezhu was on the side, and he was happy, but he had already voted sincerely to his concubine, and the master was good, he naturally had a bright future.
The eleventh prince had the destiny of Yan Guifei. He grew up in the deep palace at a young age. His eyes blinked and his small mouth moved: "The child minister abides by the order."
"Hahaha." Seeing the eleventh prince's handsome attitude, the old emperor laughed again.
In the palace, there must be no one for a day, just as a country cannot be without a king for a day, when the queen dies, the former dynasty suddenly becomes lively, and many ministers begin to write letters to the queen.
An Xia was very worried. The entire capital was so big that Zhao Jingmei could not be found.
"When people die, the tea is cool, and those who advocate after Li are all from the Yan family."
"Yes." Bei Mingxiao nodded.
The two were sitting in the private room of Tianxiang Tea House. Outside the window was a lively street. Although the weather was cold, it was very lively.
When the famine a while ago was resolved, the refugees all returned to their hometowns, but there were still some who were greedy for the prosperity of the capital and stayed behind to do some chores in the residences of some high officials.
"Once Concubine Yan rises to the back position, it will definitely be against you at that time." An Xia said worriedly. With Concubine Yan's fierceness, she can kill Bei Mingxian, let alone others?
Bei Mingxiao was silent for a moment before he said: "After finding the murderer, we left the capital and became a couple of gods and immortals. From then on, we only asked about world affairs. I don't want anything from the ninety-five-five-year-old man to the world. I just want you."
An Xia was stunned.
Completely stunned!
She knew Bei Mingxiao's intentions early, and now she mentioned again that she had destroyed the prince before to protect him and help him. The queen mother and son owed him so much, and she wanted to do more for him.
Unexpectedly, in the end, he didn't want it.
At this moment, An Xia felt very confused, she didn't know if she was wrong, or Bei Mingxiao really only loved beauties and not Jiangshan.
"No?" An Xia breathed out a hard breath before speaking slowly.
Bei Mingxiao looked at An Xia's eyes and said with great certainty: "I only want you!"
"But lying on the knees of a drunk beauty, waking up to the power of the world, isn't it the pursuit of every man?" An Xia asked a very idiotic question, and regretted it after asking.
Sure enough, Bei Mingxiao pulled the table aside and sat opposite her. The two were facing each other, the distance between the tips of their noses was only one centimeter.
"I said, Wanli Jiangshan is not as good as you."
"This matter will be discussed later." An Xia backed up and got up, leaving a fluttering corner of clothing.
What a joke!
She did so much to prevent the queen mother and son from doing what she wanted. Now that Bei Mingxiao has the opportunity to inherit the throne, why not fight?
What's more, does not contention mean the end?
Can you really wander around the world, is it possible for a couple?
Don't be naive.
There is not enough power as a guarantee, like the two of them offended simply too many people, who knows when an assassin will pop out to kill them.
It's better to take the initiative instead of living that fearful life.
As for Bei Mingxiao, hum.
An Xia left the Tianxiang Teahouse and directly found Wei Siyuan. Mrs. An's death could not be so unclear. As for An Shucheng, could a resignation account allow him to enjoy his old age?
Whimsical.
"Cousin, are you asking my father to stop?" Wei Siyuan looked astonished.
For An Shucheng's apparent uncle, he has had enough for so many years. Now that Mrs. An has died, the two families are also broken. Although there is An Xia, An Xia and An Xia have long severed their father-daughter relationship.
"Yes, even if my mother's death was not caused by him, he can't escape the relationship. I want him to pay back the blood!" An Xia gritted her teeth, and An Shucheng's debt, she never wanted to escape.
Wei Siyuan held his chin and thought for a while, "My father blames himself for the death of my aunt. If it weren't for my father to take my aunt to travel in Spring, he would not meet Master An, so I think he would agree. "
An Xia nodded.
