Chapter 486: Death of De Fei

She said and waved her hand: "Remove breakfast. Call Jing Fei, and the palace will discuss with her how to handle the concubines of De Fei."
The people of the palace hurriedly spread the rumors and packed them up. Soon, Jing Fei came in haste, her face was full of suspicion. She stepped forward to meet Nie Wushuang, her voice tightened: "How could you die? Well ... the emperor knew that she would be very angry in the future."
Nie Wushuang helped Fu Yan's hair, and said to Tong Jing faintly: "Someone has been sent to notify the emperor, and this palace estimates that the emperor is still facing up."
She turned around and looked at Jing Fei in a uniform, frowning slightly: "Sister Jing Fei, what are you doing? She is just a waste of concubine, what are you doing for Dai Xiao?"
Jing Fei bowed her head and smiled bitterly: "After all, the deceased is the big one, Chen Ye ... Chen Ye is also afraid to attract her resentment."
Nie Wuyi knew she was kind, she pursed her red lips, and remained silent for a while: "Let's go and see in Yongxiang."
A palace man had already prepared Fengye outside the hall, and Nie Wushuang took Fengye and Jingfei all the way to Yongxiang. Jing Fei sat beside her, seeing her face frowning, her expression condensed, and she dared not say much. The timing of the death of De Fei Qi Yan was extremely strange. It is equivalent to adding another wood to the middle of the boiling oil pan.
If her death did not kill herself ... Jing Fei couldn't help shuddering, and didn't dare to think further.
After about half an hour, Yongxiang finally arrived. Gong Zhengsi's internal servants who had circled in front of Yongxiang for a long time, and when they saw Nie Wushuang coming, they knelt down and pleased.
"Where is Defei? Take this palace to see." Nie Wushuang asked.
The housekeepers on the side looked at each other, and the bold housekeeper stepped forward, embarrassingly said, "Qi's queen mother, Gong Zhengsi's masterpiece is undergoing autopsy, queen maid, this ... I'm afraid it will stain the maiden's eyes."
Nie Wushuang smiled and said, "Long and bright, the sky is bright, and the palace is afraid that a dead person will not succeed?"
She finished speaking and separated, and walked in. When Jing Fei saw her go in, she had to bite the bullet and went in. A shabby woman was lying in the run-down room. Her eyes were wide open, but her eyes were dull, her neck was blue and purple, and her work was covering her with white cloth.
She was so thin that she was lying on the bed like a piece of paper, her clothes were worn out, and black cotton wool had fallen out. I can no longer see the national beauty and heavenly incense of the past, nor the trace of nobleness of the princess who married afar.
It turns out that hardship can torture a princess like a flower ...
It turned out that fate only opened people's heads, but always ended with an unexpected ending ...
Nie Wushuang slowly stepped forward and asked Low Mei's masterpiece: "De Fei committed suicide?"
"Hui Niangniang, yes!" Zuo Zuo answered blankly.
What Nie Wushuang was about to say, Jing Fei had rushed out covering her mouth and vomited violently. Nie Wushuang glanced at her, and said ruefully, "Well, if you have written the article for the emperor, please clean it up for Defei."
After she explained it carefully, she walked out of Yongxiang.
Behind is the most remote corner of this palace-Yongxiang. She slowly walked out, the palace people trembled wherever she went, and the noble five-phoenix uniform hem swept the run-down leaves on the road, and it was very cold. Who was behind him was stunned in the courtyard farther away, screaming like a ghost, spreading far in the cold air in the early morning. Then the guard's uncle went to scold the lesson.
"Are you satisfied?" A cold, angry question came from not far away. Nie Wushuang looked up, watching Gu Qinghong slowly walk towards her.
The face of Qinglangruyue brought two pathological flushes because of the anger.
"Are you satisfied? She is dead, she is dead!" Gu Qinghong glared at her. All the palace people around Nie Wushuang rushed forward and drank: "Bold! Dare to be disrespectful to the queen and queen mother!" Gu Qinghong didn't look at them and walked towards her step by step. The anger in my eyes almost lit this cold and ominous morning.
Nie Wushuang raised his hand to the palace person, and said lightly, "Get back!"
The palace people did not dare to disobey, and could only retreat.
Nie Wushuang looked at Gu Qinghong in front of him without a blink, and smiled slightly: "Master Gu, what are you talking about, this palace can't understand."
"She's dead! Qi Yan is dead!" Gu Qinghong's eyes were full of grief and inexplicability. The worries of the past few days have reached the zenith at this time, and they are about to come out.
"This palace knows that she is dead, and Defei is dead." Nie Wu did not have a look on both sides, repeating the fact: "So what?"
She tilted her head and repeatedly asked, "What about it?" There was even a smile under her eyes, as if asking an ordinary thing.
"What about it?" Gu Qinghong gave a slight stun, and then laughed in the sky, and laughed with grief and indignation: "Nie Wushuang, I didn't expect your mind to be so vicious, she has been degraded into Yongxiang, you still have to let go She! She died, didn't you personally insinuate? "
The smile on Nie Wushuang's face did not change, but the smile in his eyes became cold. The housemaids not far behind have whispered. The news is too shocking, but who can guarantee that Gu Qinghong is not true?
Nie Wushuang looked at Gu Qinghong in front of her, and her eyes were cold: "Is that what Gu want to say to this palace today?"
"Nie Wushuang, are you satisfied? Now you have blood stained on your hands. You have no means to get revenge!" He said word by word.
Nie Wushuang smiled, stretched out his hands, and delicately crafted gold armor was set on his delicate fingers. Thin and beautiful. She looked at it, slowly clenched her palms, raised her eyes and looked at Gu Qinghong: "Anyone who is stained with blood, isn't this one of the palace? Princess Qi Guo, who was lying inside, was sent by you personally. You who killed her There is also a copy. Why bother to accuse the palace? The palace is very wronged. "
Her beautiful eyes were smiling with smile, looking at Gu Qinghong's face that suddenly changed color: "Master Gu is still in captivity. If you want to see her, go. The palace is not so unfriendly."
She said that she moved a long sleeve, motioned to the entrance of Yongxiang, and smiled coldly: "Look carefully, the last despair in her life, and the evil consequences you brought to her."
Her voice was so soft, it made him feel cold. She said, and slowly walked away from him.
"Nie Wushuang, you turned yourself into this in order to get revenge on me, you ..." Gu Qinghong's face turned pale, but the last sentence was impossible to say.
Nie Wushuang stepped slightly, and she turned around, about to say something. Gong Zhengji has lifted De Fei Qi Yan out. Covered with a white cloth, Qi Yan looked only a shadow that had lost her weight.
She stepped forward, uncovered the white cloth in front of Gu Qinghong's face, looked at her dead eyes, stretched out her hand and covered it: "Relax, you asked the palace to return to Qi Kingdom. The palace couldn't promise you that day. Promise you today, send you home, return to Qi Kingdom, and in your next life, don't be born in the royal family, and don't fall in love with a man like Gu Qinghong ... "
She said, let go, Qi Yan's wide eyes had slowly closed. Nie Wushuang looked at Gu Qinghong, who was so blue, that he turned away without looking back.
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De Fei Qi Yan is dead. Even though she was not favored and violated the sacred face during her lifetime, she was the princess of Qi State after all. Her death is destined to be written into the history of Ying Guo. It was also destined to have Xiao Fengyu personally write a letter of mourning and send it to the emperor Qi Guo.
Two national books, one is the murder of Lin Zhiqiu to kill his wife, and the other is the death of De Fei Qi Yan. No one knows how the old Emperor Qi Guo looked at it. But such a coincidence is imaginative.
That night, Nie Wushuang dressed up and was about to fall asleep safely, and suddenly Xiao Fengzhen went in with a heavy expression. With a slam, he threw a folded piece of his hand on the table, and there was a faint expression between his eyebrows: "How did Defei Qi Yan die?"
Nie Wushuang gathered his hair and glanced at the surface of the zipper, knowing that it was a playful report, so he slowly approached him and said respectfully: "Chen Xun has personally checked and died."
Xiao Feng stunned, and suddenly he couldn't say anything. Nie Wushuang raised his head, and the dark eyes saw his face changing.
The two immediately became quiet.
"Wushuang, you tell me, did you do this?" Xiao Fengyi asked, word by word, her face was not disturbed, but the disappointment in her eyes made her unbearable to witness: "I want to come and go, the whole palace No one except you will do it! "
Nie Wushuang looked up, his expression was extremely calm: "The emperor Ming Jian, Chen Ye will not do this."
Xiao Fengxi heard the words and stepped back slightly. There was disappointment passing in deep eyes.
"Isn't it you?" He asked again, his voice indifferent, but no one could hear his underlying disappointment and anger.
"It's really not a courtier." Nie Wushuang slowly said, she raised her head, and faced Xiao Fengzhen calmly, and the words she spoke were so soft that she couldn't believe it: "Although there was a discord between Chenyi and Defei, they killed She is not good for the courtiers. "
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