Chapter 127: The prince is a base? ! (12)

"Oh?" the emperor said meaningfully, and was caught while playing with his hands. Ju looked at Bei Qiu meaningfully, and said with a smile: "It was my fault back then. How could such a wonderful person be betrothed to King Yan? It's wonderful to be my woman."

"Your Majesty, if you want to recruit a concubine, the concubine can ask my father to help." Bei Qiu refused without leaving a trace.

However, the emperor threw the wine glass on the table casually, leaned lazily on the dragon chair, closed his eyes, and looked like his body was hollowed out by wine and meat, "The princess has no sincerity at all. I want you to believe in the princess. In other words, why don't you completely become my people?"

"Could it be that the emperor trusts the person next to him?" Bei Qiu asked rhetorically.

The emperor paused when he heard the words, and then he laughed and said, "Why don't I trust the person next to my pillow? But I have to trust you, a person who is not even counted as the person next to my pillow? Are you cursing me when you keep saying that the national teacher is dead?" The teacher of the country? Do you really think that I will pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and would not be willing to kill you?"

Bei Qiu was silent.

The emperor did not receive a letter from his cronies, so he really didn't believe her.

After waiting for a while, the emperor propped himself up, leaned on the table in front of him, and said lazily, "Why didn't you speak, the tongue was taken away by the bird?"

"Will the emperor?" Bei Qiu asked again.

Finish this sentence.

Bei Qiu actually saw the disappointment flashing in the emperor's eyes.

"Your majesty." Bei Qiu said again, "No matter what the concubine says, the emperor already has a decision in his heart, so why should the concubine explain it? The concubine was killed by the king and would not be able to conceive for life. Could it be that the concubine can't turn back King Yan? Does your majesty know why the national teacher has been against King Yan?"

The emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at her with interest.

"Because Yu Zeyan took away the lover in the heart of the national teacher, and that lover can only see the light in the end, and can only survive in the palace. In front of everyone, he is just a diner in the palace."

"Passer? Man?!" The emperor was taken aback.

"The emperor is right. That person is a man. Because of jealousy, the man poisoned the concubine who had never done anything, so that all the concubines could not become mothers. The concubine hated King Yan, and at the same time, he had some conflicts with the national teacher. Friendship, entrusted by the national teacher at the end of his life, asking his concubine to assist the emperor and help him finish the unfinished business, there is absolutely no lie in what the concubine said, the emperor clearly observes."

The emperor laughed loudly, stared at Bei Qiu for a long time, and said, "Hahahaha, Princess Yan has brought me good news, so I will investigate."

He left with a flick of his sleeves, his eyes uncertain.

"Congratulations to the emperor."

Only Bei Qiu was left in the hall.

When Bei Qiu wanted to leave, the **** blocked Bei Qiu's way, directly detained Bei Qiu, and stayed in the palace.

that night.

In the royal dining room.

A few spies standing in front of the table had already reported to the emperor. When the last person heard the report, the national teacher was indeed poisoned in a certain inn, and was ambushed and buried in his hometown. The cup suddenly fell to pieces and fell to the ground.

"Back off!" The emperor's eyes were gloomy.

Everyone disappeared in the imperial study room in an instant.

The emperor slowly opened a picture scroll, on which a wonderful man was vividly drawn. He almost felt that the woman in the side hall today was her, and when she said what Xi'er Tofu said, he had already begun to believe that woman's words.

Unexpectedly, this person has the same name as her, and his appearance is even more similar.

Now that the spies have reported back, they have confirmed what that person said. Among the favorite concubines in the harem, there is no one who is somewhat similar to her. Now there is a person who is seven or eight times similar to her in appearance and has the same personality. How could he? will let go!

He stroked the face of the person in the painting, "After all, I am ashamed of you."

For several days.

Bei Qiu was grounded.

For the first time, she felt that she had made a mistake.

until the third day.

The **** actually came to her bedroom and told her that the emperor called her name tonight and asked her to attend her bedroom!

Bei Qiu was stunned immediately, and the **** left before he could defend himself. She is Princess Yan, and the emperor actually let her sleep?

It was just evening.

A large number of maids rushed into her bedroom, bathed and changed her clothes, washed her up, changed her into red pajamas, and locked her in the bedroom, with everyone guarding the door .

into the night.

A large group of the emperor's mighty men and horses came, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he wanted to favor Bei Qiu.

Bei Qiu sat quietly at the table, drinking tea calmly.

"Bold, don't kneel down when you see the emperor!" After entering the room, the **** saw that she didn't intend to get up, so he called out in a thin voice.

The emperor reached out to stop him and made them all retreat.

"It's a bit elegant when I'm falling." The emperor sat next to her.

Bei Qiu turned her head and stared at the emperor in front of her. It was the first time she was so close to the emperor, and said: "Why should the emperor do this? The concubine has no malicious intentions. I just want to remind the emperor, don't rush everything and mess yourself up."

The emperor laughed, raised Bei Qiu's jaw, and said, "Why don't we just talk about Fengyue today and nothing else?"

"Let the concubine guess how the emperor did it." Bei Qiu raised the corners of his mouth and said slowly, "The emperor must first ask the hidden guards to find out the whereabouts of the national teacher, right?"

The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded with interest.

"In the second step, the emperor will issue an imperial decree to let the most powerful general in your heart rush back to the capital immediately from the border. Is the concubine right?"

When the emperor heard this, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

But Bei Qiu acted as if he hadn't seen it, and continued: "The third step is that the emperor wants to make Yu Zeyan lose all face, make public his habit of cutting off his sleeves, push the matter of ministers and concubines sleeping in the palace to everyone's eyes, and let everyone Humanely, the emperor knew about Yu Zeyan's habit of cutting sleeves, but Yu Zeyan gave his princess to the emperor, wanting to put this matter to rest forever, and even damage the reputation of King Yan."

The emperor's face sank little by little.

"The fourth step is to force Yu Zeyan to turn against the soldiers, and then let the emperor's most proud general wipe him out in one fell swoop, and arrest Yu Zeyan to murder the national teacher. He has already planned to usurp the throne."

Each step.

Bei Qiu stepped on the emperor's point.

Seeing the emperor's complexion gradually getting worse, she knew that the powerful plot was still progressing slowly.

"The Zhao family's daughter, when did she become so intelligent?" The emperor looked at her with murderous intent in his eyes. If she is capable, he naturally wants to keep her by his side, but if this person does not stand by his side , he would rather destroy.

Bei Qiu didn't have any fear in his heart, and said: "The national teacher and my concubine are old acquaintances, let's discuss it together. Naturally, my concubine understands the emperor."

The emperor couldn't tell the truth from what she said, so he said with a smirk: "Since you guessed it, then do you think that what I have done will make King Yan never stand up?"

Bei Qiu shook her head.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly.

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