When it comes to anger, he has too much to swallow.
Gao Lingbo sighed and sat down slowly.
Prince Ping, who had high hopes, died, and the emperor, whom he could rely on, fell into a coma, guarding an old queen mother, a demented fool.
Now that my son is also dead, I know clearly in my heart that he is dead, but I cannot cut the murderer into pieces on the spot.
So what if you can't swallow it? If you can't spit it out, you can only swallow it. Can a person still be choked to death with one breath?
"Empress, I was wrong in this matter." He said, "I was the one who killed Shi Shi."
Should we be lenient with others but strict with ourselves? Isn’t this the time?
The Queen Mother looked at Gao Lingbo in surprise. It was the pain of losing a child. Could it be that she was stimulated and became confused?
"It's so rash." Gao Lingbo continued, "I was too rash this time. I repeatedly said that whether it's the King of Jin'an County or the Cheng family, these are trivial matters that can be ignored for the time being, but I still heard that Jin'an County
Wang and others had some thoughts when they left Beijing..."
If he had not rushed to rob and kill them, Gao Shishi would not have been robbed and killed by them.
In other words, if we wait until they are farther away before taking action, we won't end up hurting ourselves and suffering unspeakable suffering because of the comprehensive arrangements made near the capital.
His fourteenth year. At this point, Gao Lingbo raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears.
The Queen Mother had already started to cry.
"It's not that we are rushing in. It's because it's too late. We should have killed him a long time ago, and we wouldn't have raised a tiger to be eaten by a tiger now." She said, standing up, "Tie him back immediately."
"Empress!" Gao Lingbo raised his voice and yelled with a bit of anger, "What kind of tiger is he? He is not a tiger at all, he is just a monkey! Only when there are no tigers in the mountains can he be the king! As long as the tiger is there for one day
, even if he jumps up and down, he is still just a monkey!"
This was the first time that Gao Lingbo spoke in front of the Queen like this, and the Queen Mother could not help but tremble in fear.
"Empress." Gao Lingbo took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation in his heart, and lowered his voice, "You and the prince are the tigers. As long as you are here, as long as you are safe, he is nothing."
"Then forget it?" cried the Queen Mother, "Shisi Shi died in vain? Just watch him stay in Qingyuan Station and be complacent?"
"Of course not." Gao Lingbo smiled, "Movement is worse than silence. They want us to take action now, and we will never do what they want. He has reason to live in Qingyuanyi today, tomorrow too, and ten and a half months later." , but what about one month and two months? This principle does not mean that whoever has it will always have it. Either the east wind will overwhelm the west wind, or the west wind will overwhelm the east wind. There is no hurry, no rush."
The Queen Mother raised her sleeves to wipe her tears.
"Mother, what matters now is the prince's wedding and the prince having a son." Gao Lingbo said, "As long as the prince can have a son, the people of the court will be stable."
When people's hearts are stable, the country is stable, and when the country is stable, the Gao family is also stable.
Let that bitch couple live a few more days.
"Of course, we can't just give them an advantage like this." Gao Lingbo said slowly, "We have to let them know that this matter is not over."
It was dark at night. Except for the night market, which was still lively on the street, the rest of Beijing had fallen into a deep sleep.
Several black figures appeared around a house, and they shook their hands violently. Several muffled sounds sounded from behind the walls of the house, and at the same time a fire broke out.
"It's on fire, it's on fire."
Almost at the same time as the fire light rose, a loud shout came from inside, startling several black figures.
The sound of horse hooves could also be heard faintly on the street.
"There's a fire over there!"
The night wind carried the sound of voices coming and going from far away.
"Damn, aren't the patrols all out drinking on the street at this time?" Someone cursed in a low voice, "How come the patrols are here by such a coincidence?"
"Stop talking nonsense. We don't really want to burn people to death. It's enough to scare them. Let's go." Someone else said.
Several black figures fled away as if they were flying.
The fire in the yard was still crackling.
"Dalang..."
Huang stood in the corridor with her clothes on, looking at Fan Jianglin who was talking quietly to several servants in the courtyard. His face was horrified under the lanterns and firelight.
The servants took the order and hurried away, while Fan Jianglin came back.
"It's okay, go to sleep." He said.
Huang reached out and pulled his sleeve.
"Otherwise, let's go back to the northwest." She said suddenly.
My sister is gone, the 14th son of the Gao family is dead, and the horse thieves appear near the capital. Everything shows that there is a turbulent undercurrent in the capital.
A sudden fire broke out at home in the middle of the night. It was definitely not because of the dry weather.
Fan Jianglin smiled.
"We'll wait until later," he said.
"When will it be in the future?" Huang asked.
"It's time to leave." Fan Jianglin said perfunctorily.
Mrs. Huang wanted to ask more, but she heard a crash behind her, and a fire burst out again, and she couldn't help but scream.
"Why is there a fire over there again?"
While shouting to people.
Fan Jianglin held her back.
"It's okay." He said, "Since someone set fire to it, let's burn it all."
What?
Mr. Huang looked stunned.
By the way, everything was burned, right? By the way?
She looked up and saw that the place where the new fire was burning was the backyard warehouse.
Fortunately, there was nothing important in the warehouse, only the giant bamboo used to build Xiaobao's bamboo house and some messy utensils were stored.
Only…….
Huang was slightly startled, then turned to look at Fan Jianglin. Under the interplay of firelight and night, his expression flickered.
Whispers outside were heard, and the door of the room was opened suddenly. The two maids who were talking were startled to see Qin Hu standing at the door wearing only single clothes and trousers with his sleeves tied up.
"Sir." They bowed their heads and saluted.
"What are you doing so late?" Qin Hu asked.
"Sir, there's a house on fire in the street outside," a maid said.
"Is it going to burn down our house?" Qin Hu asked with a frown.
The maids shook their heads.
"Then what are you doing?" Qin Hu said.
The maids looked at each other.
"Young master, this is Mrs. Cheng's house." Someone said in a low voice.
Qin Hu was slightly startled, then raised his head and looked outside. The Qin family and the Cheng family were located at the east and west ends, so they couldn't be seen at all.
"Don't worry, sir, the patrolmen happened to be passing by and helped put out the fire. Only the house was damaged a bit, but no one was hurt," the maidservant said hurriedly.
Qin Hu smiled.
"Of course." He said, with a somewhat sarcastic smile, "I really feel that not enough people have died, and I feel that I die too slowly."
Who are you talking about? The maids were a little confused, and then saw Qin Hu closing the door and going in.
Although it was late at night, Qin Hu's room was still brightly lit, and there was a row of weapons on the ground.
He walked over, picked up a single sword, held it and swung it violently.
There was a cold light under the light.
"No." He stopped again, stood up straight and thought for a moment, "We're not close enough to use a knife yet."
He muttered to himself, put the knife on the ground, glanced at the row of weapons in front of him, and picked up a short spear.
"This should be used for the distance at this time." He said, and his hand suddenly waved forward as he spoke.
The description of the woman on the horse that rainy night seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.
Shooting arrows, spears, tiger-head spears, and flying thrusts, the leading men and horses fell instantly.
Short spears, horizontal swords, halberds, hooks, pulls, push and chops, left and right, front and rear dismounts.
The axe, the bamboo whip, the killer weapon, chop and hammer to break the heart and veins.
Holding the sky fork, eyebrow leveling stick, blocking and seizing the opportunity in the blink of an eye.
In the bright room, as the young man jumped and moved around, the weapons in his hands changed and brought up gusts of cold wind. The lamps swayed, casting long shadows on the floor, walls and windows.
The night was dark, and there were still many people who were not sleeping.
In the palace, shouts kept coming from the Queen Mother's bedroom.
The queen mother stood up suddenly from the couch.
"What's going on?" she shouted as she opened the curtain.
The palace maids on the ground were busy kowtowing.
"Are you going to let me sleep with you?" the Queen Mother shouted, "Can you serve me? You useless trash!"
Accompanied by her shouts, the female officials and chamberlains outside also rushed to the rear hall where the prince was.
"What happened?"
In the apse, the servants saluted in panic.
"Your Highness, I don't know what's wrong. I'm not sleeping," they said.
The Queen Mother's chambermaids and female officials looked into the hall. The dull night breeze made the stinky smell that was almost invisible during the day become more obvious.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cannot take care of himself. Even though he changes his clothes frequently, the smell never seems to go away.
Everyone couldn't hide the disgust in their eyes and stopped walking in.
"The Queen Mother has been tired for a whole day, what do I want you to do? Serve Your Highness well and don't disturb the Queen Mother." A chamberlain raised an eyebrow and said.
The servant on the prince's side kowtowed and said yes.
"If you disturb the Queen Mother again, you will be careful about your life." A female official warned.
The servants were even more frightened and watched these people leave.
The shouts of ah ah rang again in the prince's palace, and the servants rushed in.
The prince was tied to the four-legged bed, raised his head and shouted.
"It's really annoying." said one of the chamberlains, "What on earth are you doing? Why can't you sleep well?"
"Keep your mouth shut first." A waiter said with an idea.
This was immediately opposed by others.
"The imperial doctor said that the prince is too fat and has trouble breathing with his mouth closed. He said he is not allowed to do this anymore."
The servants were milling around the room.
"Then let the women come over again." A chamberlain said, while looking at the prince, "Let His Highness vent his anger and live in peace."
So someone went to wake up the woman sleeping next door.
The woman was reluctant.
"Your Highness has been ill for the past two days." She said, "I can't get up even once."
She was not shy when speaking in front of this group of servants, yawning as she did so.
"Even if I move on my own, Your Highness will still have to be stiff."
The waiters were chuckling.
"That's easy." One said, "Just take another bowl of tonic."
The woman squeaked.
"I take it you want to eat it?" she said with a smile.
The room was full of laughter, and soon someone brought a bowl of soup.
The night was getting darker. A chamberlain on duty outside the Queen Mother's Palace rubbed his hands. He listened to the shouts just now and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, with a hint of worry.
"I don't know when I will be taller," he murmured. (To be continued)
