Chapter 330 The dust has settled, and the poison has been quenched in the mouth
Ji Qingwu took a deep look at King Yong. After all, he was such a carefree prince, how could he know the pain and helplessness of women in this world.
She lowered her eyes. It was better to investigate these matters secretly to avoid causing second harm to some girls.
Ji Qingwu casually picked up a stack, raised it and said: "The Prime Minister must know what is here. The letters between you and Yuwen Tianqing are all here. Do you have anything else to say? Say? "
Su Fengyue could not hide the desolation on his face and did not make any more useless excuses.
"Since I dare to make dangerous moves, I have made preparations to be exposed. Since ancient times, I have nothing to say about the winner and the loser."
In the end, Su Fengyue thought about his last face. , intending to face life and death calmly.
Ji Qingwu felt that his reaction was too calm and fearless, and she was not satisfied.
She picked up the scroll on the side and removed the moon-white ribbon.
“I just found something interesting, let’s take a look at it.”
Su Fengyue knew what it was. His beard was twitching and the hand hanging by his side was trembling as he tried his best to endure it.
The scroll was opened, Ji Qingwu was holding the mahogany axis head at the top, and everyone could see the painting clearly.
The woman in the portrait has an elegant appearance, and her eyebrows are like the moon.
But what is rare is that those eyes are not the blue of the lake, but gray-blue. They look extremely melancholy and sad, which is unforgettable at first sight.
Ji Qingwu has seen eyes like this before.
When her fingers were about to touch the eyes on the portrait, Su Fengyue's face instantly turned sinister.
He could no longer pretend to be fearless, and said angrily: "Put down this painting! You have no right to touch her!"
Zhao Mingyan took a step towards the center of the room, looking at Ji Qingwu's figure blocked Su Fengyue's sight, which seemed to be about to eat people.
The emperor's eyes were cold to the bone. Su Fengyue looked at such a pair of eyes and did not dare to act rashly.
The eyes in the painting are so iconic that King Yong asked: "Is this woman from Xijin?"
Ji Qingwu nodded and said: "She is Yuwen Tianqing's mother, Gao Zhaoyue."
At this point, everyone already knows the reasons behind why Su Fengyue collaborated with the enemy and rebelled.
After seeing the portrait, Ji Qingwu understood that all the crescent moon totems were based on this person's name. Even the name of Su Xiang's daughter, Daiyue, also meant Gao Zhaoyue's replacement.
In fact, none of the letters written by Su Fengyue were ever sent out.
Because there is no one to receive the letter.
Gao Zhaoyue passed away more than ten years ago.
But Su Fengyue gave up all the years of hard work for the sake of this woman’s remaining flesh and blood in the world, just to support her son Yuwen Tianqing’s ascension to the throne.
Ji Qingwu found this matter very ironic.
Su Fengyue had a morbid love for Yuwen Tianqing's mother, and at the same time, he trampled on other women wantonly.
King Yong sneered lightly and said: "Yuwen Tianqing's mother-in-law was not favored in Xijin. She died of illness very early. I don't know when she had an intersection with Su Xiang, and I don't know. Does she want to be thought about by someone like you?"
Zhao Minghong's mouth seemed to be quenched with poison.
"If Gao Zhaoyue knew that you had been keeping her portrait, she would have vomited it out in disgust on the ground, and regretted taking another look at you, an old thing who is worse than a ghost, when she was in the world."
Su Fengyue was stimulated by these words, as if going crazy, rushing towards Ji Qingwu regardless, even Shang Rong beside him couldn't react in time.
He roared: "Give me the painting!"
But he didn't even touch the corner of Ji Qingwu's clothes and was kicked to the ground by Zhao Mingyan.
Su Fengyue fell heavily to the ground. He arched his body in pain and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He was still staring at Ji Qingwu's hand. "Give me back the painting"
Ji Qingwu neatly put away the painting without raising his head to see his miserable appearance at this time.
"Master Xiang, you will never see this person and this painting in your life."
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Outside the gate of the mansion, a thousand elite soldiers have surrounded him.
Duan Mingfeng received the signal and led the guards in black to withdraw from Zhaoyang Palace overnight and rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The whole city was under curfew at night, and the journey was smooth, but they encountered Princess Yong's carriage at the intersection near Su Mansion.
The black-clothed guards stopped the carriage and the horse. Duan Mingfeng rode his horse forward and said in a fairly respectful tone: "Princess, please go back to the palace and don't come out again at night."
This is cold and cold. The sound made Tao Wanyin, who was sitting in the sedan, feel chilled all over, and she opened the curtain.
"Master Duan, the prince went to Su Xiang's place. I was waiting for him at the door. I didn't do anything."
After returning from the Song family, Tao Wanyin didn't know what was wrong. peaceful.
During this period, she and King Yong were still sleeping separately. She was pregnant and slept deeply, but tonight on the bed in Jinmoju, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
In the middle of the night, she sat up and recited a Buddhist scripture, but she still couldn't calm down. She made up her mind to go to the front yard to find King Yong, but Chang Lu told him that he had gone out of the house alone. Prime Minister's Mansion.
Tao Wanyin's heart dropped so hard that she suddenly had heart palpitations.
The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. She immediately asked Chang Lu to arrange a ride out of the mansion. Unexpectedly, she was stopped when she was about to reach the door of the prime minister's mansion.
Under the moonlight, Tao Wanyin looked towards the road in front of the carriage and saw that the guards in black had surrounded the Prime Minister's Mansion into an iron barrel.
Her voice was a little trembling: "Master Duan, did something happen to the prince?"
Duan Mingfeng didn't know what was going on inside, and there might be a fierce battle.
He said with a gloomy face: "It is better to ask the princess's carriage and horse to return to the palace as soon as possible, so as not to affect the Imperial City Department's work."
Two guards in black obeyed the order and stopped the carriage so that they could not go any further.
A short flute sound sounded, Duan Mingfeng listened carefully, and finally a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief. The hard work during this period was not in vain.
Tao Wanyin got out of the car without even thinking about it, grabbed the hem of her skirt and ran inside.
She didn’t know what the sound of the flute meant, but it sounded like a reminder to her ears.
Duan Mingfeng did not give the order, and the black-clad guards stopped intercepting Princess Yong.
Tao Wanyin did not dare to run too fast, so she ran at a trot while protecting her lower abdomen. Nervous and frightened sweat broke out on her forehead and the tip of her nose.
She entered Su Mansion smoothly.
The elite soldiers have entered the house, and lights are on all over the yard.
Tao Wanyin grabbed someone and asked anxiously: "Have you seen King Yong?"
The man didn't know her identity, so he shook his head and ran away.
Tao Wanyin kept walking inside. As she approached the front hall, she saw someone being dragged out of the house.
Looking at the man's appearance, she couldn't tell who it was, but the crimson official robe with the crane pattern embroidered on the back
was Su Xiang.
Standing at the bottom of the steps, she saw a court boot decorated with gold and a dragon, and kicked the crane hard.
Coming
(End of this chapter)