The status of imperial power has always been your life and death!
Jing Xian was surprised.
He thought that Jing Yi was unwilling to be imprisoned for a lifetime, so he committed suicide in prison, but he never thought that it was Jing Rong's hand.
And so— His heart began to waver!
Fists clenched!
"That'......
What do you want me to do?
” Promised!
Yu Guogong said, "Jingrong will dig up my tomb before the emperor goes to the mausoleum, and then bury the coffin back before the New Year's sacrifice, but when the coffin is lifted out of the mausoleum, I will immediately arrange for the abbot of Guang'an Temple to face the saint, saying that the tomb of Yuguo Gong is not in the right direction, and the coffin must be re-buried before the New Year's sacrifice.
They can't get the coffin back to the cemetery smoothly, and when the coffin is lifted, they will find it inside The face is empty, as soon as the emperor checks, he will know that Jingrong sent someone to dig up the coffin, and when the time comes, you let Master Yu's students who are officials in the court put pressure on the emperor, and Jingrong will be convicted!
And how serious the crime is, it's up to you. ” There is murder in the tone!
Jingxian nodded in understanding.
Yu Guogong said again: "This is the best time, if you miss it, there will be no more, as long as Jingrong loses power, the position of the prince belongs to you." ” Since ancient times, the position of the prince and the position of the emperor have been accumulated by the blood of countless people.
It's always been you who live or die!
Jing Xian's eyes were light, and he sat down slowly, his left hand clenched into a fist pressed against the table full of tea.
For the sake of the throne, for the sake of his own mother, he needs to do this!
Then, the two began to plot in the house.
Half an hour later, the prince put on his hat again and left the mansion of King Xian.
At this point, the snow began to fall again.
He walked towards the snow, suddenly stopped, and turned to look at the plaque in the Xian Wang's Mansion.
At this moment, the face under the hat that had been burned by the fire was hideous and sinister, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his lips.
"Brother Huang, Brother Huang, you took everything from me back then, and today, I want you to watch your sons kill each other, die one by one, so that you can also taste the pain of losing your loved ones and relatives!"
The sound rolled in the cold air, chilling people's hearts. …… Seven days before the annual festival.
Rongwang's Mansion.
Jing Rong had already arranged everything properly and told Ji Yunshu: "I have discussed with Commander Xiao, two days later, the coffin of the Duke of Yu Guo will be transported from Jishan to a vacant house outside the city Lang Bo and Ziran will bring the coffin of the Imperial Prince, but we only have two days, because in four days, the Emperor's Luan will arrive at Jishan, and we must bury the coffin before then, otherwise, if it is a step too late, I am afraid that there will be more trouble. ” She kept a firm note of the time.
But— Jing Rong was a little worried.
"If something goes wrong, you've got to get out," he said. ” "It's going to be fine."
"Be prepared for what happens."
She nodded.
Two days later.
As soon as he got off the court, Jing Rong hurriedly planned to go home, because he wanted to rush out of the city with Ji Yunshu.
But before he left the palace, he was stopped by Jing Xian!
"Jingrong, do you have time?"
"What's wrong?"
"You know, I usually don't have any hobbies, I just like to make some wine, some time ago I saved a few jars, just opened the altar today, in previous years, it was Mo Ruo a jar to take away, but today he is a little busy, saying that Yuhua Pavilion came to a more tricky patient, so I want to invite you to taste the product You haven't tasted my wine yet, and if you miss it, you'll have to wait until next year. ” "I ......"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, "I see that you haven't been busy lately, so let's enjoy your face." ” Before he refused, he was dragged to King Xian's Mansion.
In the house, a lot of wine was indeed brewed, and Jingxian opened a jar and drank with him.
Jing Xian was very hospitable, and he saluted him cup by cup.
But he was absent-minded.
"What's wrong?
But these wines don't taste good?
” "It's not."
"And what are you?"
Jing Rong raised a glass of wine and said, "Jing Xian, I won't tell you, there are still some things in the mansion that I have to hurry back to deal with, I will respect you first for this cup." ” Drink it all!
In this way, Jing Xian is not good to keep him anymore.
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But— After Jing Rong drank the glass of wine in his hand, he got up and prepared to leave, but as soon as he stood up, his head was dizzy and his steps were unsteady.
Stumble a few times.
"Huh?
How......
Will it be?
” His vision suddenly blurred.
Jing Xian on the other side hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"
” "I ......"
"Jingrong?"
He shook his head vigorously, sat down weakly, and fell on the table.
Fainted.
Jing Xian touched him and called a few more times.
No answer!
Jing Xian smiled evilly, "Someone." ” The little guy hurried over.
"When you go to King Rong's mansion, you will say that King Rong has drunk too much with me, and when he wakes up, this king will send someone to send him back."
"Yes!"
The little guy soon sent the news to King Rong's mansion.
Ji Yunshu wondered in his heart, why did Jingxian suddenly invite Jingrong to drink?
Jingrong's alcohol consumption is not so small?
But seeing that if she waited any longer, as soon as the city gate was closed, she couldn't get out, so she packed up her sandalwood box and didn't plan to wait any longer, so she had to take Shi Zijin out of the city first.
Once you find the house, just wait for the time!
Jishan.
In the middle of the night, the mausoleum was heavily guarded, and it was difficult for flies to fly in.
The fat guard in the lead and the guard guarding the mausoleum said, "You can go and rest, and leave it to us here." ” "Okay."
The guards had been standing all day, and they were too tired to do so.
So after the shift, I left.
After the man left, the fat guard covered his mouth and learned the crow call.
"Boom!"
After a while, I saw about seven or eight people in night clothes flashing from the shadows.
The leaders are Lang Bo and Shi Ziran.
The two of them took their people into the mausoleum smoothly and found the cemetery of the Duke of Yuguo accurately and quickly.
But because Emperor Qi Zhen specially told Liang Zongzheng to send people to guard the cemetery of the Duke of Yuguo, there will be four guards guarding the cemetery.
Lang Bo and Shi Ziran hid in the dark, glanced at each other, and very tacitly took out a small bamboo tube, put it to their mouths, and aimed it at the necks of two of the guards.
Blow!
A glittering silver needle shot out and pierced the necks of the two men.
Again, he quickly aimed at the necks of the other two guards.
Blow!
The four guards fell silently.
The men in black hidden in the shadows were all counted out and ready to dig up the coffin.
In the mausoleum, except for the coffins of the emperors of the past dynasties, which are in the main palace underground, the coffins of the rest of the emperor's relatives are all spread out in a circle, buried in the soil under the stone slabs, except for the gorgeous tombstones, which are almost no different from the tombs of ordinary people.
Everyone pried open the large stone slab behind the tombstone, and with a quick movement, they lifted the coffin out and resealed the surface.
You can't see the slightest trace!
Commander Xiao had already made arrangements, so he carried the coffin down Jishan smoothly all the way to a house that had been placed outside the capital for a long time.