Beigong Lie died of illness, and the imperial city was covered with white.
Beigong Tengxiao had a gloomy face, wearing a white shirt, sitting at the dressing table, with Chu Jiaoli combing his hair behind him.
Through the bronze mirror, he looked at Chu Jiaoli, who was also dressed in white. He sighed softly and said, "I will announce to the public that the Crown Princess is ill."
Chu Jiaoli's hand holding the sandalwood comb paused slightly, lowered her head and looked at his long black hair, and said: "Your Highness, are you not planning to let me go out?"
"Li'er, you have no control over the time when Yi Chuhua's poison takes effect. What if..."
"But I can't lose your face. I must attend today." Chu Jiaoli interrupted him, put her delicate hands on his shoulders, and said, "Don't worry, I have already given the poison to Luo Bai.
She will follow my concubine, and if something unusual happens, she will knock her out. At that time, she only needs to tell others that the princess is too sad and cannot bear the blow, and everything will be fine."
Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand to hold her slightly cold hand and breathed a sigh of relief. He gently closed his eyes and said, "Well done, Li'er."
When Beigong Lie went out for his funeral, the sky was overcast and there was not a single ray of sunlight. All civil and military officials knelt down neatly, and the sounds of mourning could be heard one after another.
Beigong Lie also did not pass down the imperial edict as in the previous life, so the throne would naturally fall on Beigong Tengxiao.
Chu Jiaoli looked sideways at Beigong Qianqiu, who was not far away from her. In the current situation, Beigong Lie reused Beigong Tengxiao, and naturally took up most of the power in handling government affairs. When Beigong was seriously ill, he would
The country has been well managed, and now that he has ascended the throne as the emperor, even the courtiers who support Beigong Qianqiu have to be convinced.
She took a breath and stretched out her hand to hold Beigong Tengxiao's hand.
Beigong Tengxiao just subconsciously held her hand tightly, but he was thinking about something and never looked at her.
Chu Jiaoli raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at his serious side face, not knowing what he was worried about.
After observing mourning for three days, he will ascend the throne as the emperor. Chu Jiaoli looked at Mo Wei in the distance with cold eyes. No matter what Beigong Tengxiao was planning, she would never let him make the same mistake again in this life.<
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The sky was getting dark, and all the funeral matters had been taken care of. Chu Jiaoli looked at the gray sky and took a breath. She was surprisingly able to survive today, but nothing happened. Now that Bei Gonglie is dead, her
As long as there is no movement in the stomach, the position of the Crown Princess can be saved for the time being.
Just as she was rejoicing, there was a sudden trance in front of her eyes. Chu Jiaoli was alert and slowly lowered her head and said: "Your Highness, I have to return home first."
Beigong Tengxiao nodded slightly and said: "Okay."
With Yuzhu and Luo Bai following behind, Chu Jiaoli walked quickly through the corridor. Standing in front of her was Donggong Qinghuang, who was looking at the garden scenery.
Chu Jiaoli paused for a moment, not wanting to deal with her, so she decided to take a detour and leave. However, she saw a shot of the corridor, with soldiers escorting a group of concubines through it.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
"I don't want to be buried..."
"The Emperor only blessed me once, why should I be buried..."
"I've never even seen the emperor's face!"
The concubines who were about to be buried cried miserably, and were quickly gagged with cloth strips by the soldiers.
Chu Jiaoli glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a familiar and beautiful profile. At this moment, she just lowered her head and walked silently. She murmured: "A kindhearted person..."
Although she understands that Wen Liangren is a member of the Yousheng Sect, after all, he saved her life and is also the person who takes care of her the most in the harem. There is some affection for her. Now...will she also be buried...<
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Chu Jiaoli frowned lightly and couldn't help but speed up her pace. However, before she could reach it, she was stopped by Donggong Qinghuang.
"Wen Liangren! Wen Liangren!" Chu Jiaoli couldn't help but become nervous when she saw Wen Liangren was about to walk away. She threw away Dong Gong Qinghuang's arm, held up the hem of her skirt and ran forward.
"A gentle man will be fine."
The smart voice of the girl behind her sounded, and Chu Jiaoli slowly stopped and looked back at her.
Dong Gong Qinghuang glanced at her lightly, her posture still as arrogant as before: "I will keep her safe."
Chu Jiaoli frowned slightly, how could Wen Liang be in collusion with Dong Gong Qinghuang?
She nodded slightly and thought about it again and again, but there was no collusion. She was the elder sister of the Yousheng Sect, so naturally there would be others to save her.
After thinking about it, she let out a breath. She must have become more and more confused, which is why she was so impulsive. If there is another chance to meet a gentle man in the future, she will carefully investigate her relationship with Donggong Qinghuang. p>
This Qinghuang of the East Palace is not a good person. Because she escaped death while pregnant, there will definitely be quite a storm in the palace in the future.
She didn't intend to deal with her and decided to turn around and leave.
"I heard recently that the Crown Princess is ill. I wonder what disease she is suffering from?"
Chu Jiaoli's expression was as calm as ever. She looked directly at her and said, "I don't need to worry about Concubine Huang, this is a private matter of the Prince's Palace."
"The matter of the Crown Princess is a national matter," Dong Gong Qinghuang walked slowly in front of her and whispered into her ear, "If this disease affects fertility, then wouldn't it mean that the incense of His Highness's lineage would have to be destroyed?"
Was it ruined by your own hands? By then, you will be recorded in the annals of history and you will be a sinner despised by thousands of people throughout the ages."
"Empress Huang Fei gave An He a big thumbs up," Chu Jiaoli said, tilting her head slightly, "That Empress is really big-hearted. She knew An He was ill and was so close to An He, so she wasn't afraid of the possibility of getting pregnant.
The little prince is no longer guaranteed?"
Hearing this, Dong Gong Qinghuang frowned. As arrogant as she was, even if she subconsciously wanted to stay away from the woman in front of her, she did not leave the place, but stretched out her hands to push her away.
Chu Jiaoli's head felt dizzy and she didn't have time to dodge. Fortunately, Luo Bai behind her quickly supported her with quick eyes and hands, saying: "Mother, be careful!"
After helping Chu Jiaoli with Yuzhu, Luo Bai also raised his hand to rub Chu Jiaoli's temples and sprinkled the drug on her. Chu Jiaoli's eyes went dark and she fainted.
While Qinghuang in the East Palace was stunned, Luo Bai immediately spoke up and said: "Concubine Huang, the emperor passed away, and we, the Crown Princess, also suffered a big blow, and now we can't stand the excitement..."
"Pah!" Before he could finish speaking, a clear and loud slap came.
Luo Bai's face instantly showed obvious slap marks, the sharp nails scratched the skin, and a drop of blood spilled out.
Because she was supporting Chu Jiaoli, she had no time to raise her hands to cover her injured face. She just lowered her head in silence, and her hair was a little messy and might fall down, looking very embarrassed.
"Huang Fei..." Yuzhu was shocked, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
Donggong Qinghuang just glanced at her with disdain, then looked at Luo Bai, with a cold voice: "You are so bold and cheap, why are you slandering me?"
