Si Ningchi finally showed a satisfied smile, and the raised red lips seemed a bit charming. She stood up and walked down from the high position. She walked to Si Yirong and said with a soft smile: "Concubine De is here.
The palace is always against me, and I don’t like her.”
Si Ningchi raised his eyes, smiled and said, "How about my father lend a helping hand to me and send her back to the west?"
"!!!"
Si Yirong's breath suddenly suffocated. He must have never seen anyone take the murder of a palace concubine so naturally.
He almost immediately remembered the concubine who died at the hands of Si Ningchi. She was his first daughter. Although she was a daughter of a concubine, she was still the daughter of the Si family. As early as when Si Muyu was born
, Si Yirong has already arranged her life for her, which is to enter the palace for the Si family.
Therefore, all Si Muyu has learned since he was born is scheming. He spent all his efforts to cultivate a perfect chess piece. He can easily control this concubine daughter. As long as Si Muyu enters the palace, the Si family will
Can master more information and get more news.
Si Yirong's plan was very good, and he was even determined to win.
But he never expected that the chess pieces he carefully cultivated would be destroyed in the hands of Si Ningchi without even playing any role. After witnessing his daughter lying in a pool of blood covered in blood, his
There is no sadness or regret in my heart, but more anger.
It was a waste of effort and useless anger. She ruined everything about him...
"Si Ningchi!" Now that he recalled the original scene, Si Yirong could no longer control his anger. He stared at Si Ningchi and said with gritted teeth: "It is a serious crime to murder the imperial concubine! Who do you think I am today?"
You have to be so presumptuous!"
"Presumptuous?" Si Ningchi smiled coldly, raised his chin slightly and said, "Are there not many of you who are so presumptuous of me?"
She twisted her waist and walked back to the high seat and sat down. She smiled brightly at Si Yirong and said, "You don't need to worry about the affairs in the palace. I heard that Concubine De has been in close contact with Lieutenant Dong recently. I wonder if this can be of help in private.
”
Dong Yingrui and Si Yirong have had friction for a long time. Now that Si Ningchi mentioned this matter, Si Yirong also took it to heart. Recently, he didn't pay much attention to it. If Dong Yingrui really colluded with De Fei, then things would be serious.
, it must not be a good thing for the Si family.
Concubine De was born in the principality, but Duke Nan Guo had retired to his hometown in old age. Concubine De had only one eldest brother still in the capital, but he was an idler, occupying an official position and just wandering around. She did not make any mistakes, but it was nothing.
In terms of performance, Concubine De is considered a leader in the palace.
But there was nothing she could do about her eldest brother. Even though she had all kinds of abilities, she was stuck with such a helpless eldest brother. She had no one to help her. Before Si Ningchi entered the palace, even Concubine Rong could fight for it.
She was fighting for the back seat, but she didn’t dare to fight.
In the past, it was okay for Concubine De to hold her nose. Anyway, everyone in this palace is the same, and the emperor doesn't care about anyone.
But things are different now. The arrival of Si Ningchi completely broke the peace.
"Dong Yingrui is an old fox." Si Yirong had a slightly ugly expression on his face, and after pondering for a long time he said: "Your Majesty, I can help your Majesty to check and balance Lieutenant Dong, but I will never help you kill people!"
"Oh."
Si Ningchi glanced at him indifferently and said, "How many people have you killed since you climbed to this position?"
Why are you pretending to be noble now?
She smiled disdainfully and said: "I will watch the Cuju competition carefully, don't worry, father."
Si Yirong still felt panicked when he came out of Fengwu Palace. When he entered the palace, he came calmly and calmly, but when he left the palace, he always felt like he was being used by the queen. This weird feeling
It lasted until he returned to the Hou Mansion and then disappeared.
Si Yirong saw the carriage going away from a distance, which was driven by King Jing.
"Father is back?" Si Qionglian walked towards Si Yirong with a smile. His gentle and well-behaved look made Si Yirong particularly fond of him, and a gentle smile appeared on his tense face.
: "What are Lian'er doing here?"
"Wait until father returns home!" Si Qionglian blinked, took Si Yirong's arm coquettishly and said, "Mother has cooked a lot of my father's favorite dishes!"
"Is your mother cooking again?" Si Yirong said helplessly: "Why don't you just tell the servants to do these things..."
Si Qionglian shook Si Yirong's arm and acted coquettishly, looking at how harmonious he looked?
The servants of the Xiwu Hou Mansion lowered their heads and did not dare to show any surprise. How had they ever seen the Marquis smile like this before the step-wife came in?
"What did King Jing come to do just now?" Although Si Qionglian didn't mention it, Si Yirong had to be wary, so he took the initiative to ask Si Qionglian.
"I'm here to invite my daughter to the Cuju competition." Si Qionglian took a small bite of the flower cake and said.
"Him?" Si Yirong had a strange look on his face, looked at Si Qionglian and lowered his eyes and said, "Lian'er, it's better that you and King Jing don't interact too much."
"Why?" Si Qionglian raised his head and looked at Si Yirong and said, "Is it because King Jing used to be the queen's sister's fiance?"
Si Yirong's expression suddenly changed after hearing these words. If anyone else dared to speak like this, he would have been scolded by him. But looking at his precious daughter's big blinking eyes, Si Yirong couldn't express his anger, so he only frowned and said:
"Our Si family and Gao family have never had any marriage. It's all a joke."
Si Yirong thought for a while and said: "Now that your sister is the queen, such words cannot be said outside the language."
"Then King Jing..." Si Yirong frowned and said, "It has nothing to do with you, and it's best not to have anything to do with it. Daddy doesn't want you to suffer."
"Oh." Si Qionglian narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, dad, I refuse King Jing's invitation!"
The person she begged for was never King Jing.
How could she wear the worn-out shoes that Si Ningchi didn’t want?
Si Qionglian lowered his head, with a cold look in his eyes. Her goal has always been Emperor Zhao Yuanzhen~
Si Yirong never saw the ambition in her precious daughter's eyes. Instead, he praised her for being well-behaved and sensible with a look of joy on his face. The love in his eyes almost overflowed, as if having such a daughter was simply the greatest blessing in his life. Gao Hanqi was rejected by Si Qionglian one after another. At first, he had some patience to deal with it, but later he found that he seemed to be being played around by her, and his face was naturally unbearable.
"Mother!" Gao Hanqi clenched his fist and said, "Why do we have to have the Si family!"
"You bastard!" In Prince Jing's Mansion, the old woman sitting in a high position looked at Gao Hanqi with a stern look on her face and said, "Take a good look at how desolate our Gao family is after its decline!"
