Chapter 657: Kneel

"Kun Ning Palace is so lively today, how can it be pestered at the door, this kneeling, standing standing! I don't know what they are doing." Yang Tongling on the side was about to speak, but was walked from the bedroom. Du Xuechun who came out took the lead and said.
Du Xuechun knew that Du Qingheng was eloquent, and if there was no complete evidence, even if a corpse was placed in front of everyone, Du Qingheng would be able to speak black and white, and leave himself alone.
I want her to be completely unable to turn over, so I have to get rid of the power she relies on the most, otherwise Du Qingheng will always feel confident!
"Queen, why did you come out? Don't be hungry after having a meal." Feng Xuanche saw Du Xuechun, who was wearing a dark green dress and a ruddy complexion, walked out of the bedroom, and hurriedly greeted it, pulling Du Xuechun asked with his hand.
Du Qingheng's teeth were itching with hate while watching Du Qingheng, his hands under the rustling were clenched tightly, his nails were embedded in the flesh, and he still didn't feel pain.
"Du Xuechun, you shameless person! As long as you appear, the emperor's eyes, everyone's eyes are only you!" Du Qingheng thought while looking at Du Xuechun, his eyes became cold and cold, wishing to smash Du Xuechun's body into pieces. segment.
"Seeing that the emperor hasn't come back for a long time, the concubines knew that the emperor had something important to deal with, so they ordered the Yushan Fang to prepare breakfast and everything was ready. No, I looked for it quickly." Du Xuechunqian With a light smile, he glanced at the people under the stairs and Du Qingheng who was kneeling on the ground, and then said:
"The emperor, didn't we already have a personal testimony about what happened yesterday? Now we need to search for material evidence, so why are we all here?"
"Returning to the Empress Empress, it is the incompetence of the weirs and unable to find the material evidence, so Empress Du Guifei was dissatisfied, and came...come..." Yang Tongling thought for a while, but didn't know what to say.
I can't say that an imperial concubine framed him a little courtier, right?
"It's okay, Commander Yang will take you back with the people under your hands. I want to come so early in the morning. I haven't had time to eat?" Du Xuechun saw Commander Yang flushed and couldn't hold back the words behind for a long time. Wave your hand.
Seeing Commander Yang stuck there like a wood and refused to leave, Du Xuechun knew what he was worried about, so she looked up at Feng Xuanche and said:
"The emperor, why don't you let Commander Yang and his soldiers leave first. The imperial guards searched and interrogated all night. They haven't closed their eyes. They are all tired and tight now. It's useless to stand here!"
"Okay, I listen to the queen." Feng Xuanche smiled and patted Du Xuechun's hand. Feng Xuanche didn't know the truth, but Feng Xuanche glanced at Du Qingheng who was kneeling on the ground.
Thinking about it, I got a headache. If Commander Yang was allowed to leave like this, wouldn't Du Qingheng get into trouble again?
"Have you heard it? The empress empress is sympathetic, and I don't want to thank you for retreating!" Feng Xuanche glanced at each of the people in the next step, and even Commander Yang had a dark circle under his eyes, so he had to agree.
"Your Majesty Xie, Empress Empress is compassionate, and the Weichen retires!" Chief Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After the salute, he hurriedly left with the soldiers under his hands.
Looking at Feng Xuanche standing on the steps, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laughed, and joked to Du Xuechun beside him: "The leader Yang has a sense of relief!"
"Why not!" Du Xuechun nodded, and tried to hold back the smile on his lips.
"The emperor, how could you let Commander Yang leave like this? What can you do about that concubine being wronged?" Du Qingheng, with her head down, became even more angry when she saw it. She suppressed her dissatisfaction with Du Xuechun, pitiful He looked up at Feng Xuanche sternly.
"This..." Feng Xuan turned hesitantly to look at Du Xuechun, casting a questioning look at her.
"The emperor, didn't the concubine say that, since Commander Yang can't find out, let the genius doctor Song go and see!" Du Xuechun blinked at Feng Xuan invisibly.
"Oh! Right, right, look at my memory!" Feng Xuanche patted himself on the head, and suddenly realized that he cooperated with the book, and sang together with Du Xuechun. Du Qingheng looked puzzled under the stairs.
"The emperor, why do you want to ask the genius doctor Song?" Du Qingheng hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and asked.
"Concubine Du, you don't know anything about this. The genius doctor of Song Dynasty is not only superb, but also able to find clues and find out the cause of death of the deceased, and what... Yes! It is similar to that of the same, but more powerful than that of the same. The corpse was burned to ashes, and psychiatrist Song can also find out."
As soon as Du Xuechun's words fell, Du Qingheng's face turned pale when he was kneeling on the ground, and even the triumphant energy in his eyes was gone, only his empty eyes were left staring at the ground with an incredible expression.
"Concubine Du, you are uncomfortable, how come your face is so ugly? Do you need to ask Genius Doctor Song to take a look?"
Du Xuechun sneered secretly. She thought that Du Qingheng was so capable that she could stand firm without changing her face. Unexpectedly, he is also an insignificant master.
"No, no, the concubine is fine, there is no need for the genius doctor of Song to see the concubine's illness. The concubine just hasn't eaten breakfast, and there is some discomfort in his stomach!" Du Qingheng raised his head to look at Du Xuechun and waved his hands again and again.
However, after Du Qingheng saw the look of inquiry on Du Xuechun's face, he couldn't help being surprised.
Could it be...what did Du Xuechun know? Otherwise, why would you say that? As he thought about it, Du Qingheng couldn't help sweating coldly on his back, as if he was a transparent person, already seen through.
No, if Du Xuechun knew something, she would definitely take the opportunity to bring me down. How could she keep her temper and keep not taking action? This is not like her behavior.
Du Qingheng secretly rejected this idea, comforting himself.
"Concubine Du, someone complained yesterday that you were related to the case of the five dead women in the dry well. That's why I sent the imperial guards to search. Although no evidence has been found yet, you are still suspicious. Kneel here, when the genius Doctor Song comes, you will be innocent!"
"The emperor! The emperor! The concubine has never done it, and the concubine has not..."
Feng Xuanche glanced at Du Qingheng who was under the stairs. He wanted to let her go back to the palace first, but after another thought, since Du Qingheng was so cruel, he didn't need to be kind.
After speaking, Feng Xuan Che took Du Xuechun's hand and left side by side, leaving Du Qingheng in horror on his knees, wondering why Feng Xuan Che was so indifferent to her.
Even in the past, Feng Xuanche didn't show her a lot of tenderness, but he had never refuted her face in front of everyone and embarrassed her.
After Feng Xuanche and Du Xuechun walked away, Du Qingheng, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly remembered something. He looked at the Yanxi Palace maids and eunuchs who were also kneeling behind him in a panic. After looking around the crowd for a long time, he did not see Xiao Xiao The figure of Shiba.
"Xiaozhi! Xiaozhi!"
Du Qingheng called out several times, Xiaozhi finally poked her head out of the crowd at the very end, trot forward and knelt down behind Du Qingheng, lowered her voice, and asked with a little trembling: "Manny, what's wrong?"
"Why do you have to go behind? How did you do the things handed to you yesterday?" Du Qingheng frowned slightly, quite annoyed.
This Xiaozhi looked pretty clever on weekdays, so how could she cower like this at the critical moment.