Jiang Cairen knew that his death was imminent, and when he saw Concubine Ning's life-saving straw, he immediately wanted to ask for help, but her mouth was blocked and she could only make a "wuwu" sound.
Upon seeing this, Concubine Ning immediately glared at Mo Zeshen and snorted: "Mo Zeshen, do you want to kill me? I am your adoptive mother, you can't touch me no matter what!"
Mo Zeshen sneered, and then said: "What did the mother-in-law say? How could a son kill his own mother? I want to teach Jiang Cairen a lesson. She bit people randomly and tried to destroy my family. She didn’t expect that she would be the one who died.”
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Jiang Cairen was protecting his hair while struggling to do useless work.
Yuen Long, who was beside him, saw that she was dishonest and immediately hit her in the face with his other hand. Jiang Cairen immediately shut up, and the despair in his eyes could not be restrained and poured out.
Concubine Ning couldn't help but feel frightened when she saw this. Although she was not the one who was about to die, she was somewhat afraid of the sorrow of rabbits and foxes.
She shrank back into the bed, "Mo Zeshen, you are trying to scare the monkeys, don't think I don't know!"
Mo Zeshen raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Cairen's head, making her face Concubine Ning.
While pointing at Concubine Ning, he whispered in Jiang Cairen's ear: "She was the one who instigated the slander of my princess. She was the one who killed you. After you died, you turned into a ghost and wanted to find her. Do you see clearly?" ?”
He said with a beautiful smile on his lips, his voice was hoarse and low-pitched, like a poisonous snake with beautiful patterns crawling into Jiang Cairen's ears.
Jiang Cairen couldn't help but shudder, his whole body was covered with goosebumps, and even the roots of his hair stood up.
At this time, Yuan Lang handed Mo Zeshen a hemp rope, and Mo Zeshen took the hemp rope and put it around Jiang Cairen's neck. Jiang Cairen was so frightened that he trembled all over. He only felt damp and hot under his body, which made Yuan Lang couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Bah, it's so unlucky that I actually pissed myself from fear!" Yuan Lang sighed.
However, Mo Zeshen didn't mind at all. He looked at Jiang Cairen with a playful expression, "I heard that when the rope is put under the cartilage on the neck, a long tongue will spit out. I can try it on you. .”
As he spoke, he put the ropes in his hands, and then quickly exerted force on both sides.
He exerted such force that the veins on his forehead popped out, and he vented all the hatred in his heart on the rope. The force was so strong that his hands were shaking.
Yuan Lang, who was on the side, cooperated very well. He grabbed Concubine Ning's hair, dragged her down, and then pressed her head, letting her watch Jiang Cairen die little by little.
Jiang Cairen was still struggling at first, but after a few moments she stopped moving, her eyes widened, her eyeballs bulging, and her tongue stretched out.
Even though she was dead, Mo Zeshen still had no intention of letting her go. He strangled her neck and tilted her head to one side. Her death was miserable.
Concubine Ning was held down by Yuan Lang and saw Jiang Cairen's hideous death with her own eyes. She was so frightened that she lost her mind.
Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were dull, and she seemed to have lost her soul, completely losing the pride she had when she just opened the door.
She knew that Mo Ze was cruel, but she never expected that he would treat her like this. There was nothing more heartbreaking than watching someone die in front of her eyes.
Yuan Lang let go of Concubine Ning, threw her and Jiang Cairen's dead bodies on the bed, and then left the room with Mo Zeshen, not forgetting to close the door and bolt it from the outside.
Hearing Concubine Ning shouting continuously in the room, Mo Zeshen felt extremely happy. He returned to the side hall of Longqing Palace and wanted to sleep for a while, but he couldn't fall asleep.
Lu Qingtang's disappointed eyes lingered in his mind. He apologized secretly in his heart and kept telling her he was sorry.
He knew that Lu Qingtang couldn't hear him anymore, and he might never forgive him in this life.
…
It was close to dawn, and Mo Zeshen just slept for a while. He woke up feeling groggy all morning.
Under the service of the palace servants, he washed and prepared to have something to eat, and then went to the main hall to take over from Emperor Kang Yuan and keep vigil for the Queen Mother.
At this time, Xianbi appeared in front of the door.
She was dressed in mourning clothes, holding a food box in her hand, and looked into the hall with some embarrassment.
"Come in." Mo Zeshen told her without raising his head.
Only then did Xianbi come in. She looked at Mo Zeshen with a smile and said, "Shen'er, this is the porridge I made. I made vegetarian buns for you when I got up early. You can eat some."
As she spoke, she took out the porridge and steamed buns from the food box and placed them on the table.
Then he looked around again, "Hey, isn't Tangtang here? I've done a lot, so I asked her to come out and eat some together."
As if his eyes were red from the hot food, Mo Zeshen turned his face to the side and smiled bitterly, "She's gone."
The Xian concubine's expression was a little surprised at first. After all, Lu Qingtang had always been filial and loved Mo Zeshen, so she would not leave him and go back to the palace alone. But then I thought about it, there were three children in the house, one of them was an infant, and he couldn't live without her.
So she smiled and nodded, "Yes, she has to go back to the palace to take care of the children, which is not easy."
After saying that, she looked at Mo Zeshen again, "Shen'er, eat, my cooking is delicious."
As he spoke, he handed the plate of steamed buns to Mo Zeshen.
Mo Zeshen raised his head and looked at her, his tone still as cold as before, "It doesn't have to be like this, I can't change my words for a while, you... don't mind..."
He said, picking up a bun, putting it in his mouth and taking a bite.
Seeing this, the virtuous concubine finally let go of her worries. She smiled and nodded, "It's okay, it won't happen. Why would my mother mind? It's not your fault."
As she spoke, her throat was a little choked, and she reached out to pick up a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Mo Zeshen, "Shen'er, have some porridge."
Mo Zeshen nodded, picked up a spoon, took a spoonful of porridge and put it into his mouth.
"tasty?"
The wise concubine looked at him with tenderness on her face, and her voice was as light as spring water.
Mo Zeshen couldn't help but look up at her, then nodded and said, "The buns are also delicious."
"Then eat more. There are also side dishes that I pickled by myself. Let's eat together." Concubine Xian said, bringing a small plate of pickles to Mo Zeshen.
She sat aside and looked at Mo Zeshen with a smile. She could finally recognize her son.
But she didn't dare to be too close, for fear of scaring him, and for fear that not being too close would alienate him from her.
The mother and son were eating while the other was watching. The situation was a bit awkward.
The wise concubine felt that it was not good to watch from the sidelines, so she asked: "Shen'er, when will Tangtang enter the palace? I want to make clothes for the three children."
"No need, she left anyway and took the child with her." Mo Zeshen stopped eating the buns and spoke to the concubine.
Xianbi looked at him with some confusion, "Where did you go? When will you come back?"
She thought she was returning to her parents' home, but hadn't Lu Qingtang severed ties with the General's Mansion? Where would she go without her natal family?
