"By the way, how were Ling Yun's bodies disposed of?"
Seeing her son Ling Yun being forced to drink poison and die in front of her, Princess Chang Qing lost all hope, and decisively pulled out the dagger hidden in her sleeve and committed suicide tragically...
When Li Ruiyun heard this, he couldn't help but sigh. Then he thought of some related follow-up questions, raised the corner of his mouth, and asked calmly.
Li Zhishan's deep eyes turned, "I was about to ask Mr. Li for instructions."
Li Ruiyun lowered his brows, his crow-feathered long eyelashes casting dark shadows, as if he was pondering; then he raised his eyes and turned to Li Zhishan with a faint gaze: "Arrange for a reliable person to transport him out of the city, and find a suitable place for a proper burial."
Li Zhishan's jawline tightened and he said softly: "This... I secretly thought that Mr. Li was too kind to Ling Yun? This Ling Yun was stubborn and deserved to die. He should have been exposed for three days and thrown into the barren mountains to feed the wolves. And Mr. Li treated him so politely..."
"What do you know?" Li Ruiyun's mouth curved slightly, hinting at a hint of sullenness. "Although Ling Yun is stubborn, he has his own principles and will not change his obsession until death. If we Everyone is as loyal to their lord as Ling Yun, so why should I, Tian Xiao, worry about succeeding in his great cause? Stop talking nonsense and just do as you are told!"
When Li Zhishan and Ding Jinzhi saw that Li Ruiyun was angry, they both dared not say anything more and could only murmur.
Li Ruiyun suddenly frowned and remembered something.
Li Zhishan observed his words and said, "Master Li."
Li Ruiyun looked over solemnly, his eyes darker than before, "Commander Li, you said that when we were arranging the murder of Ling Yun, how could Princess Chang Qing arrive in such a timely manner? There must be something fishy in this, right?"
"Mr. Li, see you soon." Ding Jinzhi smiled meaningfully and whispered a few words in Li Ruiyun's ear.
"Oh, so that's it?" Li Ruiyun couldn't help but laugh, and the look he gave her was intriguing, "This old guy is worthy of being the butler of the Marquis's Mansion. Not only is he good at using the wind to maneuver the ship, but he also adds insult to injury during critical periods..."
Ding Jinzhi's silent eyes reflected a little dim light in the night, and overflowed with a faint smile, "Actually, I think he is quite aware of current affairs. He can act according to the situation and calmly help us eliminate a disaster - Xianguan privately Do you think Mr. Li should praise him properly?"
Li Ruiyun's gloomy eyes glanced into the distance, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "Of course. Oh, by the way, Mr. Ding, when you go to the Marquis' Mansion during your free time these days, don't forget to remind him that this is an extraordinary period. You must be extra careful in your words, deeds, and actions, and you must not get carried away just because you succeed in the moment - if you are not careful, Mr. He will find out some clues again and make the matter bigger, it will be bad!"
Ding Jinzhi nodded frequently and said: "What Mr. Li said is absolutely true. I will go to the Marquis's Mansion tomorrow to visit my sworn brother. At the same time, I must remember to give him a good mention."
"Well, I'll leave this matter to Lord Ding." Li Ruiyun nodded happily, and at the end, he lost no time in casting an approving look, and said with a slight smile: "Whenever Lord Ding does things, Mr. Li is always the most at ease. "...
Ouchi Imperial Palace. In a dilapidated, desolate and desolate side hall.
Emperor Zhao Yuku of the Song Dynasty stayed in front of the bedside of his mother, Queen Mother Wei, with a gloomy face, frowning, and sighing from time to time.
The sky outside was gloomy, and the cold wind of autumn and winter stirred up the messy dead branches and leaves in front of the temple, flying in the air without a trace, making a feeble clicking sound, like a bewildered person whimpering. Weep.
Empress Dowager Wei was lying on a simple bed in a drowsy state. She looked haggard, her face was bloodless, her eyes were closed, her eye sockets were sunken, the lamp had run out, and her breath was dying.
Zhao Yu looked at his mother's haggard face with dull eyes, feeling confused. At this time, he was like a dragon trapped in the shoal, struggling helplessly in the mud, but unable to break the shackles of fate.
He turned his face and glanced blankly outside the hall. There, Luo Fengwei, a disciple of Tianxiao, was patrolling nearby with a guard.
There are many soldiers and armors around the main hall, killing people coldly and solemnly; the guards with heavy-faced faces holding swords are patrolling the surroundings with eager eyes.
Being imprisoned in such a small place really made the sky and the earth feel helpless; no one could understand Zhao Yu's desperate and helpless mood. He couldn't help but raise his head and let out a long sigh; at that moment, he truly felt that the whole world had abandoned him.
At this time, the door opened, and Zheng Yifei walked in step by step. His whole body seemed to have been drained of muscles and bones, and he could hardly move.
He looked at the emperor with obscure eyes, his lips moved, he stopped talking, and just lowered his head.
Without asking any more questions, the emperor already realized that the current situation must be developing in a more unfavorable direction; but at this time, he was used to accepting the situation and said in a hoarse voice: "Tell me, what happened again?"
Zheng Yifei choked up and said: "Prince Jinling... is dead..."
Zhao Yu felt as if his mind was wrapped in a thick layer of cotton, unable to penetrate the other person's words; he just stared at Zheng Yifei, as if he didn't understand what the other person was saying.
After a long time, he finally regained his composure and said in a trembling voice: "Were you... killed by them?"
Zheng Yifei nodded weakly.
Zhao Yu said numbly: "What happened next?"
Zheng Yifei said: "The whole family in the Jinling Palace was raided, but fortunately Princess Huanyu got the news in advance and escaped..."
Zhao Yu's brows relaxed slightly, and he said softly: "Finally, the sky has eyes."
"But...but..." Zheng Yifei couldn't continue, as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat, choking him.
Zhao Yu felt the blood throbbing like crazy in his temples and said anxiously: "What happened again? Tell me quickly!"
Zheng Yifei's face was pale, and his confused eyes revealed the extreme sorrow in his heart, and he sobbed: "The eldest son of the Marquis... Oh, it's Ling Yun... kill them with the crane crown red poison; and Princess Changqing wants to give up her life." I tried to save Ling Yun’s life, but it didn’t work out. I was so sad and angry that I... committed suicide on the spot..."
Zhao Yu only felt that his body and mind were numb and painful as if he had been struck by lightning; he staggered a few times and almost collapsed on the ground.
"Why...why..." At that moment, he felt that the surroundings were dark, like a huge mouth waiting to be swallowed by him.
He stared blankly and murmured: "Feng Chaoying is dead, my queen is dead; now Prince Jinling and Ling Yun are also dead, and even my aunt Chang Qing is dead...
"All the loyal ministers, good generals, relatives and friends around me have left me one by one. Who can I rely on to restore the country of the Song Dynasty? Is it really God who wants to destroy me? Is it true that I am at the end of my rope? Is it done?”
Cold sweat dripped from Zheng Yifei's palms, and he could only lower his head and cry.
The air seemed to be condensed, the depressing atmosphere made it difficult to breathe, and the whole world fell into deathly silence.
"Your Majesty..." Finally, a low and hoarse voice broke the stagnation in front of him.
Zhao Yu's heart suddenly trembled. He quickly turned around and found that the voice just now came from the Queen Mother who was lying on the hospital bed and had been unconscious for many days!
He was moved to tears. His heart was rising and falling violently, his breathing was heavy, and there was no sound around him except his own breathing.
He staggered and ran to Queen Mother Wei, crying: "Queen Mother, you are awake, you are finally awake!..."
Queen Mother Wei took a breath and said weakly: "Actually, the Ai family heard what you just said..."
The pain in Zhao Yu's heart was like a turbulent ocean with no bottom, "Mother, my child regrets it to death now!"
Empress Dowager Wei said: "What do you regret about your Majesty?"
Zhao Yu said: "I regret that I did not distinguish between loyal and treacherous, and listened to one side and lost Lu Wenzheng's life in vain. If the child had listened to the words of Prince Jinling and Ling Yun earlier and made a decisive decision to eradicate the evil, how could he have ended up like this? To what extent?"
A smile appeared on Queen Mother Wei's haggard face, "Your Majesty, your words mean that you are not in too deep, so we still have hope."
Zhao Yu said: "Really, but now we are at the end of our rope..."
Empress Dowager Wei said: "After all the hardships, there will be a bright future. Although Li Ruiyun gained power for a while, he is cruel and immoral and unpopular. His so-called Tianxiao regime will not last long! Your Majesty, remember the words of your mother: As long as you If you can correct your past mistakes and become a kind, wise and wise king, then the country and the country will still belong to our Song Dynasty!"
Zhao Yu said with tears in his eyes: "Mother, I have remembered it."
Queen Mother Wei said happily: "Then the Ai family will be relieved." After saying that, she slowly closed her eyes.
Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel his heart tighten when he saw that Queen Mother Wei suddenly lost her breath. When he looked at her, she was already dead.
"Mother--" Zhao Yu's heart was in pain as if it had been torn apart. He shouted, holding his mother's body tightly and crying.
The empty hall echoed with heart-wrenching cries; Zheng Yifei also knelt down in front of Empress Dowager Wei, tears streaming down his face.
Outside, Xu Feng was sobbing, the autumn rain was misting, and sadness enveloped the entire hall. Outside the palace, dozens of guards guarding the palace were still standing dull and dull, holding sharp blades.
But it was said that Sun Guoxiong, on Li Ruiyun's order, transported Ling Yun's coffin to Baishagang, ten miles outside the city, for burial.
After leaving the capital, the weeds and rocks in the mountains and forests gradually replaced the bustling beauty of the capital. What came into view was the wilderness with roaring tigers and apes, and the rugged and rugged mountain roads.
A group of more than a dozen people walked bumpily on this desolate mountain road.
Sun Guoxiong rode a black horse at the front. He suddenly felt something unusual happening in the forest, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
"Who is it?" He reined in his horse and shouted in a deep voice.
I heard a burst of sneers in the forest, and one after another, two masked men in black slowly walked out...
