Startled Meng

Chapter 147 Chaos

After recovering Prince Yin's skeleton, Fu Chun and the others will not have to arrange the sealing of the coffin and Anling's ceremonies. The group did not stop and rushed back to Ye City overnight to report to their orders.

Yu Fangzhi lay in the car with Yan Cijing in his arms, coaxing him to sleep soundly.

Dirty clothes and boots were piled up in the corner of the car. After getting into the car, Yan Cijing let Yu Fangzhi change his clothes in a drowsy state after eating something. Didn't wake up.

Yu Fangzhi guarded him, gently stroking his pale lips, feeling distressed and worried.

Yan Cijing's guess was right, Zhang Shaoqiu was indeed leading the matter behind the scenes, and he was convinced that what was exposed now was only the tip of the iceberg, and the theft of the Prince Yin's Mausoleum was far from over.

He knew that Zhang Shaoqiu was going to make a move, but he didn't know the specific plan, so he was a little passive.

But this time Zhang Shaoqiu took the initiative to divert Wei Cheng's attention, so that he would not pay attention to Jiangling Linguists for a while, which is also a good thing.

Yan Cijing suddenly trembled in his sleep, and slipped into Yu Fangzhi's arms in a daze, Yu Fangzhi smiled silently, bowed his head and hugged him tightly.

After returning, Yu Fangzhi wanted to warn Zhang Shaoqiu that no matter what he wanted to do, he must not involve the prefect of Jiangling.

Yu Fangzhi's thoughts were chaotic and he couldn't sleep all night.

The one who stayed up all night tonight was not the only one who knew the language.

An evil wind from Bishan was like a broken bamboo, driving straight in, and blowing straight into the temple on Cangshan Mountain outside Yecheng, blowing out the ever-bright night lights, making the hall dark, and the god statue suddenly became hideous.

Xia Changying, who was kneeling in the hall, ignored it and couldn't help but sneer, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

Outside the hall, the national teacher Jing Che stood tall and looked at Xia Changying quietly. After the tears from the corners of his eyes were blown away by the wind, he said slowly, "Have you heard the gossip in the city?"

"Do you think your place is really some kind of paradise that doesn't involve the secular world!" Xia Changying regretted after shouting, regretting that the depressing and gloomy statue in the hall didn't help him calm down. He took a deep breath and said tremblingly: "He The most peaceful and gentle, it is like this when you are still alive, how can you disturb people's peace and do evil after death?"

He said sternly: "It's just the villains fighting among themselves, just move him out to create chaos!"

Jing Che looked at him quietly, with the same plain expression, and when he spoke, he was like a puddle of stagnant water, "Maybe it's your fault."

"Wrong?" Xia Changying turned his head abruptly, looked Jing Che up and down unceremoniously, and said coldly, "I won't beg you, and I can't beg you. If you want to enter the palace to expose the old things, you can go. There is no need to do anything extra Advise me to be at ease!"

Jing Che said: "It's just that I didn't tell the emperor truthfully according to the sky, rumors spread in the city, and I couldn't hide it."

Xia Changying stared at him, two lines of thin tears rolled down his eyes.

The rumors in the city not only spread into the temple, but also into the emperor's sleeping hall.

The yellow robe that was preparing to participate in the spring festival was thrown to the ground by Yu Xian, along with the tea soup that he was gargling.

Yu Xian pointed at Zhu Huanying who reported the letter and yelled: "Check! Let me check and find out who is spreading rumors in the city!" Looking down at the heads all over the floor, Yu Xian rarely yelled regardless of his image: "Get out! Get out! !"

Just passing by, the stable emperor in the past was sitting on the ground, whimpering, ruffling his black hair until a brown palace robe was reflected in his eyes. For broken cowardice.

"Mother..."

"Emperor!" The queen mother knelt down and hugged Yu Xian's head, just like she hugged the young Yu Xian 13 years ago with the edict of succession in her hand.

Yu Xian was buried in the empress dowager's arms, but what he thought of was the sense of security he felt when he was wronged when he was young, and when he fell into her arms, his voice trembled: "Mother, it has already spread in the city that the palace of the hidden prince was stolen. The news also said that this year's Great Yin was either suffering from severe drought or flood, or was plagued by bandits, whose son was incompetent and could not let the people live in peace..."

"Who dares to say that the emperor is incompetent?" The Empress Dowager's eyes flashed fiercely, "You are the emperor, who dares to say that the emperor is not?"

"The Mausoleum Palace is not peaceful, why does my son dare to see his father in the future?" Yu Xian's eyes froze, "The news that the Mausoleum Palace was stolen and condemned by God has spread, and everyone in the world is laughing at my son!"

"Emperor!" The empress dowager straightened Yu Xian's shoulders, inserted her armored hands into his hair, combed his unkempt hair vigorously, and pressed the yellow crown tightly on top of his head. Let anyone bully you, you just need to be your emperor."

"With your mother and queen, no one can shake you! Don't be afraid!"

The Empress Dowager's armor is as red as blood, and her ten fingers are slender but extremely powerful. Yu Xian is completely like a marionette. Surrounded by watchmen and servants, he boarded the much-watched Temple of Heaven.

Rumors in the city hit Yu Xian hard, and then bad things happened in pairs. The bonfire that was going to be lit at the spring festival did not light up for a long time, and the national teacher Jing Che left with a flick of his sleeve.

The state teacher has a very high status in the hearts of the people, so Yu Xian had to patiently ask him what's wrong.

Jing Che turned the wooden beads, looking calm, but the words he said were earth-shattering. He said: "Last night, the sky changed, and you should keep your heart. A falling star fell to the extreme east. Difficulty is a sign."

Yu Xian's face changed drastically, and he heard the dog servant behind him whispering: Isn't the extreme east where the star has fallen is where the imperial tomb is?Is it true that Prince Yin, who has been disturbed in his purity, shows up and wants to punish the world?

"What nonsense!"

"The spring festival continues!"

Yu Xian was hoarse, he slapped the table violently with his palm, and urged the music to light up. Suddenly, music was played and black smoke filled the air.

After the Spring Festival ended, Yu Xian rushed straight to the Imperial Study Room in a rage, where Yang Xun and Fu Chun, who were sent to investigate the case in Bishan, were waiting.

The group of people went straight to the palace without resting after returning to Ye City. The movement in the city has not been heard yet, and the episode of the Spring Festival has not yet been known.

If Yang Xun didn't want to be overjoyed, he would sneak a look at the emperor's blackened Yintang, and he would know that something was wrong, and he would not say anything about the mausoleum's safety.

In the wrath of the emperor, Yang Xun almost bleeds and drifted away, and Yang Xun, whose face was scratched by the fragments of the teacup, pleaded loudly, kowtowed to the ground, and smashed a hole in the gold brick.

"Your Majesty! The corpse of Prince Yin has indeed been placed in good condition, and the mausoleum is under strict guard. There will never be any mistakes!" Fu Chun didn't know what was going on, so he could only tell the truth.

Yu Xian sat on the dragon chair, his chest rising and falling, and his eyes felt dizzy.

He stared down at the three kneeling on the ground, looking at the courtier he relied on the most in the past, feeling a chill in his heart.

If the national teacher hadn't said that, he wouldn't have known about the unrest in the Mausoleum Palace. It can be seen how many people were negligent in doing things in the past and had no regard for Tianwei.

"If you can't find out, then go to death row!"

"Your Majesty, spare your life!" Yang Xun yelled, "Your Majesty! I have something to report! I have found out that there is another hidden story behind the theft of Prince Yin's bones!"

"Hurry up and tell me!"

Yang Xun turned his head and stared at Yan Cijing: "Master Yan! Hurry up! Tell me the secret you found!"

Yan Cijing was suddenly named, and he was taken aback immediately, a little hesitant. After all, it was just his guess, and he hadn't verified it yet, so everything was still hard to come to a conclusion.

"Master Yan! Do you want to die?" Yang Xun gritted his teeth and pressed.

Yan Cijing was helpless, in order not to go to death row, he could only express the guess in his heart:

"My minister suspects that the corpse placed in Prince Yin's coffin is not the real Prince Yin."

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