"Immediately let the news of Concubine Yi's miscarriage out of the palace. Please relax and enter the palace..." Ning Tianyuan slowly got up from the chair, "Anyone who enters the palace will not be allowed to leave the palace until midnight tomorrow night. If he comes,
I... want him to be cut into pieces!"
"According to the order!"
The general commander of Longhu Camp responded loudly.
Ning Tianyuan pointed to his sleeves, "Get out!"
The two of them didn't dare to be careless. They immediately got up from the ground and hurriedly walked out of the imperial study room.
After exiting the room and retreating far away, Wu Chuncheng and the chief of Longhu Camp looked at each other, both seeing the fear in the other's eyes.
Raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, Wu Chuncheng turned around to leave.
"Master Manager, please stay!" The general manager of Longhu Camp hurriedly stepped forward and spoke respectfully.
"What did the camp leader say?" Wu Chuncheng turned around and looked at him.
"Father!" The general camp leader looked at him with a pale face, "Do I... need to prepare for the funeral?"
If Murong Jinglun really comes, it will prove that the emperor's cuckold is really confirmed.
Who is the emperor? How could he leave an insider behind such a shameful matter?
He was afraid that once this matter was over, his road would come to an end, so he asked Wu Chuncheng if he wanted to prepare for his funeral.
Wu Chuncheng was startled for a moment, then raised his lips and chuckled.
"Lord Camp Leader, from the day you entered the palace, haven't you just lived your life with your head in mind? Why should you think too much about what happened before and after?"
After saying that, he turned around and strode away.
Walking out of the Taihe Palace, Wu Chuncheng stood on the steps, looked at the dazzling golden glazed tiles in front of him, and raised his hands to cover the sun.
He raised his left hand.
The left hand represents that the plan is proceeding according to the original plan.
A few palaces away, Lao Ji caught Wu Chuncheng's movements through the peephole of a sniper rifle. He immediately closed the peepscope and turned towards the direction of Yunning Palace.
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Fengtian City.
Nancheng.
Tianqiao is a place where three religions and nine streams gather, and there are many people of all kinds.
The performer is performing a show of smashing boulders from his chest, and a half-year-old child is carrying a large bunch of candied haws for sale...
Here, trying to find someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
In a corner of the side of the bridge, in a dilapidated tea shop, a storyteller who was blind in one eye spat.
"Let me tell you, I, the lame Zhang, dare to say anything. Let me tell you, I just heard about a major event in the palace!"
"Just brag, do you know what's going on in the palace?" Someone immediately made a sarcastic comment.
The storyteller rolled his only remaining eye and said, "What do you know? The men in my landlord's wife Liu's family specialize in transporting swill from the palace. They have very sharp eyes and ears!"
"Landlord!" The man laughed ambiguously, "When Brother Liu goes to pour the swill, you can help Sister Liu pour the swill!"
Everyone laughed loudly, including the storyteller, as if such an ambiguous matter was an honor for him.
"Hey, lame Zhang, tell me quickly, what's the big deal?" another person asked.
"Why are you so anxious!" Lame Zhang took a sip of tea and then spoke slowly, "This matter is related to a beauty in the palace. In addition to the queen, there is also a concubine who is pregnant with a dragon child. You know
?"
"Are you talking about the Right Prime Minister's adopted daughter, Concubine Yi?"