Chapter 222: Die here

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The emperor and hundred officials also understood that the prince of Xiling meant everything.
This is too obvious. It seems that Xiling really has some shameful deeds with Dongli. One is upright and the other is trying to hide it.
This meditation meeting has been almost disturbed.
Sima Feiyu was about to stand up, but was stopped by Sima Huaxiong. He knew that any stalemate would not be good for both parties.
How did you never expect Duanmu Youyun to be so treacherous, even more hateful.
"Huh." No matter how high the restraint is, Sima Huaxiong glared at Duanmu Youyun fiercely: "Prince Xiling should be clear. Given the relationship between you and me, you can't talk about friendship. Where is the acting? If the prince insists on making trouble in Beiming, the palace will accompany him to the end."
He picked the words out clearly, lest Bei Ming had any doubts.
Such a disturbance would indeed make people worry.
At the post house, Sima Huaxiong didn't even go out, just because he was said to have some intersection with Prince Xiling.
Although Sima Huaxiong had always been very upright before, and even more rants, without mercy, his words were a bit more roundabout, not like just being rash.
It can be seen that this Prince Dongli is not a brave person.
Each has a small abacus.
"Brother Sima is too worried. I can meet here today. This palace just wants to reminisce about the past. But Brother Sima is too radical. Is this really okay?" Duanmu Youyun has pulled back a round.
He naturally wants to stabilize the situation.
Only when Sima Huaxiong loses his temper can he achieve his goal.
Although An Xia was still suspicious of Duanmu Youyun's intentions, he also felt that his words made sense.
The dignified prince must have a city government.
At this time, Duanmu Youyun had already dragged Dongli's prince and princess into the water.
At this time, the emperor nodded to Wadezhu, and he was almost watching the play, and the thoughts of Dongli and Xiling were there, and he could also control it.
"The emperor is unwell, so I won't be with you here." Wei Dezhu helped the emperor out of Qingyang Palace!
The half pot of Yulubai was taken by An Xia from the banquet.
At this moment, the imperial garden is extremely quiet, and the focal point of the entire imperial palace is Qingyang Palace.
"Xia'er." Bei Mingxiao stood next to him, holding a tray in his hand, with a few dishes and pastries in it, putting it on the stone table and sitting down.
"The messengers have not left yet. As the host, you won't be here to welcome you. Be careful that the historians will come back and join you." An Xia smiled.
Today, she is a spectator. Not only does she have no seats, she even waits for the old emperor to rest before she ran out to open the stove.
Bei Ming Xiao picked up the jug and poured himself a glass, and smiled lightly. Although the woman in front of him did not have the face of Princess Fei Yu, she was the one who cared the most.
"If those yushis don't find something to do, how can they be worthy of their monthly salary, this king is also for their good."
An Xia couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard this: "Danmu Youyun frequently provokes Princess Feiyu today. It seems that I don't want Yucheng this marriage."
"I don't want to either." Bei Mingxiao directly expressed his mind.
"Well, I'm here to eat and drink. You don't need to accompany you." An Xia said with a meaningful smile: "Princess Feiyu will come here later, and I can't say I want to Bleeding Royal Garden."
Bei Mingxiao's face was stern: "Then work hard, Xia'er will help this king get rid of this serious harm."
Politics and kinship are simply cumbersome to Bei Mingxiao, and there are so many things to do in the royal family. He knows this well, even if the strings are deliberately broken today, it has no effect.
As the host, the guest must be received well.
I wanted to warm up the wine with the bright moon to pass the dinner, but I didn't expect another one to come.
"Miss Ann, I have seen you in this palace." Duanmu Youyun's smile was a bit bitter, making it difficult to meet after a long time.
"Well, let's go back if you see it." An Xia nodded, the chopsticks still holding vegetables.
She's very hungry, okay, she's not thinking about it, she just wants to have a quiet meal.
Duanmu Youyun didn't seem to have heard it, so he pulled up his robe and sat down next to it.
Coincidentally, that position was just taken by Bei Mingxiao...
As soon as he sat down, An Xia couldn't eat anymore, put his chopsticks aside, and asked, "Prince Duanmu came from a long distance for the purpose of marriage. I don’t know which princess the prince prefers. You can do anything you need help. Speak."
"An Xia." Duanmu Youyun frowned, her tone a little unhappy, and the smile on her face couldn't hold back: "In your eyes, this palace is so unhelpful. You still need An girl to take action to get a woman?"
An Xia shrugged. He was really a stingy man. She didn't even let people say anything, so she picked up the chopsticks again and continued to eat.
"Sima Huaxiong came here this time without any kindness." Duanmu Youyun suddenly said.
An Xia raised her head with a weird expression, took a look at Duanmu Youyun, and finally turned and left, leaving the unknown Prince Xiling in place.
"Miss An..." Duanmu Youyun stretched out his hand, stopped in the air, and finally put it down slowly.
In the Palace of Fairview, Concubine Yan was very attentive to the old emperor. Her ten fingers continued to knead the old emperor’s shoulders, her face was charming, her slender waist was twisted back and forth, and she was sitting in the arms of the old emperor. The voice asked: "The emperor, Princess Fei Yu has a beautiful face, and Prince Xiao is really a blessing."
Speaking of this, the old emperor also nodded in agreement, and compared with An Xia, he preferred Princess Fei Yu.
The appearance is first-class, so is the net worth.
Once the two countries succeed in making peace with each other, then Bei Mingxiao's political capital will increase. With Dong Liguo as his backing, he doesn't have to worry too much after a hundred years.
He has been reluctant to issue an edict to the prince, one of which is that the old emperor was worried that Bei Mingxiao would not be able to suppress those who made trouble.
Those veteran families are the biggest trouble first.
The Yan family will not give up easily.
"Princess Fei Yu is really good."
After receiving the reply from the old emperor, Concubine Yan's brows frowned. There was never a marriage between the Three Kingdoms and the two countries have come. Now that the emperor thinks that Princess Dongli is good, he must refuse the marriage between Xiling Up.
Thinking of this, Concubine Yan's fingers clenched, and she must find a way to destroy the marriage.
After serving the old emperor to sleep, Concubine Yan immediately recruited Grandma Lan, hurriedly wrote a letter, and ordered her to deliver it to Yan Zheng.
Not long after An Xia returned to the room, a little said that someone was looking for herself.
It turned out to be Yan Zongyue.
"The feast is over?"
Yan Zongyue nodded: "It's gone, I want you to come and see you."
"General, if there is nothing that I am sleepy and going to sleep, I won't be accompanied." An Xia never gave a smile.
"Isn't there Zhao Jingmei, you don't even bother to talk to me?" Looking at An Xia's back, Yan Zongyue only feels a pain in his heart. He admires An Xia and loves An Xia, but he can't hold him in his arms. I feel very uncomfortable.
An Xia shook her body suddenly, and she never thought that Yan Zongyue would say it so bluntly.
"Yes."
Suddenly looking back, the answer to Yan Zongyue was only one word, nothing else.
The hatred of killing the mother is not shared.
In any case, An Xia couldn't let go.
As long as the thought of the woman Zhao Jingmei is still at large, she feels uncomfortable, her anger can hardly disappear, she no longer sleeps, and she accidentally walked to Huayang Palace.
An Si's residence.
On tiptoe, An Xia rose into the air and jumped into the palace.
This place has been banned by the emperor's decree. Every day, only the little will pass some food through the sewer at the root of the wall, barely keeping the people inside, all leftovers.
Fortunately, it's a cold winter now, and it usually doesn't get bad.
"What are you doing?" When An Xia appeared in front of her, An Si couldn't help screaming!
If there was no Ansi, how could she have fallen to this point!
Driven by the hatred and anger in her eyes, An Si Ceng stood up, spreading her hands to grab An Xia's neck, she wanted to strangle this woman.
An Xia snorted coldly, kicked on Ansi's lower abdomen, and fell somersault.
The cold ground was covered with thick stubble of ice and snow. This fall almost made An Si cry. How has she ever suffered such a crime?
"What are you doing? Do you want to kill me because I'm not dead? Tell you I'm pregnant with the emperor's flesh and blood." When this was said, An Si Ceng got up and touched his stomach, for fear of breaking the inside. child.
"Don't pretend." An Xia waved her hand: "Aren't you tired after a few months with your torn cotton pillow wrapped in your stomach?"
As soon as the words were spoken, An Si's face was immediately difficult to look, looking at An Xia as if looking at a ghost, and finally cried in a low voice.
"If you cry again, I'm afraid I can't help cutting your tongue." An Xia pulled out her ears.
An Si immediately stopped her voice. She was really scared. She knelt over and put her arms around An Xia's thigh and said, "Sister, I'm your sister, you can't do this to me."
"Oh?" An Xia raised her brows: "Are you true?"
An Si nodded immediately, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.
It's just a pity that her joy didn't last long, and An Xia kicked her leg out: "How do I think you are lying to me?"
"I didn't..." An Si was really kicked this time and started to cry.
How dare she lie to An Xia, she has lost several times, and now she is locked in the cold palace. If there is no accident, I am afraid that she will die here.
An Xia squatted down, grabbed An Si's hair, and sneered: "You can beg me to let you go. It's very simple. Tell me where your mother Zhao Jingmei's is, otherwise..."
The latter words were not said, but An Si saw boundless fear in An Xia's eyes.
One side is the way of life, and the other is the mother.
An Si was terrified, but she was full of fear against Shang An Xia.
"You can leave it alone, but the end will definitely be rich. I will slap you a few times every day. Anyway, no one cares about women in the cold palace. You are right, until one day the blood on your body slowly bleeds. Dry, turned into a corpse in the snow, and its former beauty is like a withered flower..."
"No, no." An Si covered her ears and shouted: "Please, sister, don't be like this, I'm your sister, don't kill me."
An Xia smiled and drew a needle from the sleeve and gestured in front of An Si: "Bleeding is more inelegant, I can still pierce your eyes lightly, tut tut..."
An Si, who had only one eye, shuddered like a sieve, and his eyes suddenly widened. An unpleasant smell suddenly came out, and An Xia immediately took two steps back.
Looking at An Si again, there was water under him.
I was scared to pee.
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