Chapter 173: There are pedestrians in the middle of the night
The princess is nine years old, and she is the second daughter of Prince Xingwen.
In the winter of the third year of Taikang's reign, he went to Henan Province. He galloped without giving any bait or medicine, and died at the residence of Lu Qianhu, Fusi, North Town, Beijing, at the age of 19.
This is engraved on the epitaph, announcing to the world the cause of death of Princess Jiuling. This is the cause of death of Princess Jiuling.
At this moment, if Princess Jiuli asked this question elsewhere, it would be treason.
Princess Jiuli never does anything treacherous or treasonous, and she never asks any questions.
When she first arrived after receiving the news of Princess Jiuling's death, Princess Jiuling had already been laid to rest. She just took King Huai to stand in front of the coffin, looked at her remains, and then sat in the mourning hall to mourn according to etiquette.
"Princess Jiuling's body bones are too weak. It's because she was raised outside since she was a child." At that time, a royal relative lamented to Princess Jiuli.
Princess Jiuli just wiped her tears without saying a word.
Since then, she has not said a word about the cause of Princess Jiuling's death, and she has not even asked about her illness.
Why would she ask such a question at this moment, and also ask Lu Yunqi, a man who is equivalent to the emperor's hands and eyes.
"I don't comment on other things. Now at least I know one thing. Mr. Lu, you are sincere to my sister."
Princess Jiuli's voice came from behind.
"You are also as kind to me and King Huai as possible, and you try your best to protect each other."
It may not sound like much praise, but for Lu Yunqi's status, it is already extremely grateful, and at the same time, it is also a gratitude that cannot be shared with outsiders.
After Princess Jiuli said this, the room fell into silence.
Lu Yunqi still turned his back to her, but did not continue to take steps.
"Everyone is dead. Is it necessary to know how to die?" he said suddenly.
Princess Jiuli stood up on the bed, her usually calm face showing a bit of urgency.
"Being confused in life and understanding in death can be regarded as a worthy human being," she said.
Lu Yunqi turned around.
"That day, she said she wanted to eat lard dumplings from Cao's house outside the city, and I immediately went to buy them for her," he said.
Under the bright light, his face became increasingly pale.
Although she didn't say anything, Princess Jiuli's eyes couldn't help but turn red when she heard these words, and she was about to shed tears.
That day.
She held her hand and looked at Lu Yunqi seriously with her eyes wide open, fearing that she would miss a word.
"Cao's house opened late, and I didn't want to disturb him, lest the dumplings he made in such a situation wouldn't taste good, so I just waited." Lu Yunqi's voice continued to sound.
"When the first cage of dumplings was ready, they came over and told me that Jiu Ling had entered the palace."
"I knew something was going to happen."
Lu Yunqi stood in the hall and the bright lights poured on him, but it seemed to cast a shadow on him.
Princess Jiuli looked at him and covered her mouth with her hands.
He didn't say anything. His words were a little clumsy, his narration was dull and his description was dry, but Princess Jiuli seemed to have seen the scene at that time.
She saw the girl walking on the road to the palace, with determination and no hesitation.
"When I arrived, she was already dead."
Princess Jiuli closed her eyes, tears sliding down her pale cheeks.
Sure enough, he died because he entered the palace and assassinated the emperor.
As for why Jiuling wanted to assassinate the emperor, this is not a question that can be asked.
You can't get an answer if you ask.
"How did she die?" she asked hoarsely.
Lu Yunqi looked dull.
"She was hacked to death," he said.
He looked in front of him and seemed to see the pool of blood again. The blood stung his eyes and hurt, but he did not avoid it at all and wanted to see everything clearly in front of him.
He looked at her arm that was cut off by bones and flesh, looked at her twisted figure, looked at her favorite dress stained red with blood, and looked at her beyond recognition.
He looked at her looking at him and smiled.
There was dead silence in the room.
I don't know how long it took before I heard Princess Jiuli sigh softly.
"That's it." She said, "It hurts so much."
There was no anger, no crying, just these three soft words.
How painful it is.
How painful it is.
Lu Yunqi turned around and walked out. His steps were very fast, and the swaying bead curtains swung and shook violently.
Lu Yunqi rushed into the night, and the girls and servants were startled by him.
"Sir..." Everyone saluted and called.
Before the voice fell, Lu Yunqi had already passed them and walked away quickly.
"Sir, are you going out?"
"grown ups?"
The imperial guards from the outer courtyard came to ask questions one after another.
Lu Yunqi just walked out without saying a word. Everyone was busy, horses were brought, torches and lanterns were gathered, and the door was pushed open.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Lu Yunqi looked numb and said nothing. If he were not a human being and was walking around on his own, he would really be like a wood carving and stone sculpture.
He mounted his horse and urged it to gallop.
Guards in royal robes surrounded him from left to right, and the sound of horse hooves and the light of torches disturbed the quiet night of the capital city.
Seeing this group of people approaching, the crowd in the night market was startled and fled away. When they saw Lu Yunqi among them, they were even more astonished.
Are you going to raid your house this late at night?
Who is so unlucky?
Lu Yunqi and his party disappeared on the street amid people's evasive and curious eyes.
"Looking at the direction, it's heading outside the city."
"Are you leaving the city so late?"
"Aren't you afraid of encountering ghosts when walking at night?"
After saying this, there was a silence on the street, and the people dispersed with a roar. This move was too fast, and a man who was leaning against the corner was accidentally hit and fell over. The bamboo hat on his head also rolled off, and was trampled by the running people.
Kicked several times.
"Hey, my hat." He shouted anxiously.
The hat was kicked back.
"What kind of hat are you wearing at night?" the man cursed.
The man picked up his hat angrily and looked at the people running around on the street in the dark. It was unclear who kicked it.
The man picked up the hat and saw that the good hat had been stepped on and was crooked, so he had to throw it aside angrily.
The night market had resumed its bustle. The man stood up straight and looked around, raised his hand and pressed his temples, straightened his clothes and walked forward along the street.
There are many stalls in the night market, and many people are sitting or standing eating, drinking, and laughing. Of course, many big restaurants are still open, but they are a bit deserted compared to the day. After all, brothels are a good place to eat and drink at night.
The man walked to a guild hall and whispered a few words to a waiter at the door. The waiter quickly led him inside. The door of the guild hall was also closed, and the lantern on the door was also closed.
Being taken down and extinguished indicates that the place is closed.
Inside, as the waiter led the way, lanterns were taken down and extinguished where the man passed. The originally bright room became dim. The man stopped in front of a room door, straightened his clothes again, opened the door and walked in.
The light in the room was soft, illuminating an old man sitting by the window, who was writing seriously with his head down.
The man stepped forward with a smile and bowed respectfully.
"Meet Mr. Huang," he said.
The old man writing raised his head, and the light shone on his wrinkled face. It was Mr. Huang Chenghuang.
"If I go to see your Majesty now and say that I have captured Lord Sicang, the crown prince of the Jin Dynasty." He said with a warm expression, "Your Majesty will definitely be very pleased." (To be continued)