The imperial guards had already lit the torches in their hands, and the hall was as bright as day.
The structure of the gate is extremely complex, with beams and a huge plaque.
The original intention was that when the emperor sitting on the dragon throne looked out at a glance, he could first see the four characters on the plaque: Cultivate oneself and be cautious in independence.
This is the late emperor's expectation for future generations. He also hopes that people sitting in this position can understand these four words, and truly improve their self-cultivation, handle things cautiously and rationally, and make the people happy.
Few people would look at the outside from this angle, so it would be difficult to find anyone hiding here.
What's more, amidst the brilliant lights of the Great Winter Banquet, it's dark here.
The old woman didn't panic at all, and was actually quite happy to see everyone looking up at her.
"Little queen, you are really smart."
As soon as she spoke, her voice became less weird and became much more normal.
"Who are you? Come down!" Yuan Jianshuo and the imperial guards stood in a row below, drawing swords at each other.
"Little queen, can you guess who I am?" This old woman has a fair face, and she must have been a very good-looking woman when she was young.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Get the people down first!" Sima Lun had already reacted and stood on the spot and yelled.
"Little Queen, are you scared?" The old woman still looked at the pretty dancer next to Yuan Meiren who fell to the ground. The dancer also looked at her steadily through the veil without making a sound.
But at the next moment, the woman suddenly jumped down from the beam and rushed straight towards the dancer.
Fortunately, Sima Ying had already taken action, first pushing her aside, and then inserting the sword into her body.
"Hey, don't kill, wait!"
Yang Xianrong's voice actually came from under the umbrella canopy. She lifted the curtain of the canopy canopy slightly awkwardly, and struggled to support the weight of the huge canopy.
It was obvious that she could no longer hold on. If she didn't let go, she would fall down along with the umbrella cover.
If the umbrella cover fell down, it would hit the royal ministers and officials behind them.
Liu Yao was the closest, and he strode over to hold the umbrella cover, giving her a chance to breathe.
The royal ministers behind her also shouted: "Queen, let go, we will catch you."
Finally he was able to let go. Yang Xianrong was so tired that his arms were shaking all the time.
However, she didn't let Liu Yao help her, she just shouted: "Cui Xi, help me."
"Here we come!" Cuixi quickly walked through the crowd again and supported Yang Xianrong.
She and Yang Xianrong were wearing the same dancer's dress. At first glance, they were almost the same.
At this time, everyone remembered that the woman the old woman wanted to assassinate was also the same as Yang Xianrong.
Sure enough, this woman also ran over.
The three of them were dressed exactly the same. Except for Cui Xi's feet, which were slightly larger, the two women couldn't tell the difference.
However, two women lowered their heads.
Yang Xianrong looked up at Liu Yao and nodded to him. "Thank you, Brother Liu."
"You're welcome." Liu Yao smiled slightly.
Yang Xianrong didn't say much to him and walked directly to the place where the woman fell.
The royal ministers had already been trapped. They were very panicked and retreated to make way.
This is another bloody case in the main hall. Is it rare in the history of Jin Dynasty?
What happened this time?
Emperor Sima Zhong and Yang Xianrong walked to the old woman from two directions at the same time.
Sima Zhong leaned down and looked at her, and suddenly said: "Nanny?"
Yang Xianrong and Sima Ying, who was standing aside with a sword, were both stunned and looked at Sima Zhong.
Sima Zhong reached out and touched her face again, and then said, "Why are you still alive? Didn't you die together with that ugly woman?"
"You idiot! Why can't I live?" The old woman was coughing up blood, but she was still in good condition.
Sima Ying did not penetrate her vital point.
"Who is this person?" Sima Ying frowned.
"Aunt Yu?" Yang Xianrong looked down at her, "Aunt Yu, or rather a wet nurse, right?"
"What's my flaw?"
While they were talking, the Imperial Guards had formed a circle around them.
Sima Lun also came over and asked, "Are you dead?"
"What a pity, not yet." The old woman coughed twice and looked at Sima Lun again, "Who are you? You are yelling here!"
"You!" Sima Lun was unhappy when he heard this and even wanted to step forward and hit her.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Yang Xianrong took the lead in speaking regardless of other people's reactions: "The matter has not been clarified yet, so you all need to step back. I have something to ask her."
However, no one paid any attention to her.
She had no choice but to ask Sima Lun for help, "Your Majesty, let's figure things out first, right? Don't make any noise first. Also, Your Majesty, haven't you always wanted me to give you a gift? This is my concubine's. Gift, this is the murderer of many concubines, I caught him."
"Oh?" Sima Zhong looked at Yang Xianrong in confusion, "She is the ugly woman's wet nurse, not the murderer."
"Why not? She has at least five lives in her hands. If we include the concubines today, it may be six, or more."
"Why did she want to kill you?" Sima Zhong still didn't understand.
"So, you have to ask her." Yang Xianrong couldn't help but lost his temper, "Don't even say anything, ask her first."
Sima Ying moved the fastest and pulled her to the big pillar, making her half-lying. The blood did not flow so fast.
"Let me tell you first, your flaw is this shakuhachi." Yang Xianrong asked Cuixi to take out another shakuhachi, which was exactly the same as the shakuhachi that Yuan Meiren dropped on the ground and split into two halves. "I'm not good at playing. I get a headache after playing even a short amount of time. My maid is in good health and knows martial arts. She also plays the shakuhachi well, but she also gets a headache. This makes people suspect that there is something wrong here."
"Sure enough, I was negligent. I forgot that there should be someone around you." Lian Wet Girl chuckled softly, "Little Queen, you have a delicate mind. She is really much smarter than my idiot Nanfeng."
"So, you are the wet nurse of the deposed Queen Jia Nanfeng?" Yang Xianrong asked again.
Even the wet nurse showed surprise, "How did you know this? I thought that after Nanfeng died, I stayed in the palace in disguise and no one could find out, not even Grandma Yu's godson, Master Mu. not found."
"Oh, did you want to get down from the beam just now and take a look at the pamphlet in my hand?" Yang Xianrong asked Lan Xiang to take the gold-threaded pamphlet placed on the long table. His eyes swayed, "It looks very familiar. It has your name on it, so you were exposed."
"Then you must already know that this shakuhachi is made of human bones of a baby. Do you know who it is?" The wet nurse's smile deepened and she looked at the sheep.
(End of chapter)
