The royal brother's scheme is so deep.

He made the fourth brother completely give up hope, and in order to survive, he was willing to work with him to deal with his brothers one by one.

First his second brother, then his mother, then him, and countless ministers who knew the inside story, opposed his voice. Anyone who hindered him or threatened his throne was ordered to be killed by him.

He doesn't even spare his own brother and mother, he will do whatever he wants.

The fists on the sides were clenched together.

He finally understood why his father had loved every child since he was a child, but he didn't like his eldest brother.

He is too cruel, really too cruel.

Killing his second brother, concealing and exploiting his fourth brother, murdering his mother and killing his own brother, there is nothing else he can't do.

That dragon chair, that dragon chair stained with blood, is it really so comfortable to sit on?

Hong Yan closed his eyes, his face full of pain.

If he had wavered before about whether to rebel or not, at this moment, his heart was firmer than ever.

He had to fight this battle for his brothers, for his father, and for the common people of the world.

Such a narrow-minded and suspicious emperor, who has caused countless tragedies in just six years since he took the throne, will only be waiting to usher in a cruel and unkind tyrant if he is not overthrown.

*

Capital City, Prince Jin's Mansion.

After several days of haze, it was autumn, and suddenly it started to snow.

The snow was falling so hard that there was no time to cover the door with the cotton curtain. As soon as the door opened, the raging cold wind packed the snowflakes and rushed into the house, filling the whole room with cold air.

Xiaofu came in from outside, put the injured kettle on the charcoal stove, and rubbed his hands.

"I haven't seen it snow so early in more than ten years. It's only October. The osmanthus flowers in the yard are blooming at the right time. I'm thinking of picking some and pickling them to make osmanthus wine. It's snowy like this.

After a dozen, there’s nothing left.”

Feng Hongluan's heart was not focused on Xiaofu's words. She looked at the sky outside with a solemn thought.

The people she sent out should also have received a letter.

Just as she was thinking about it, three knocks suddenly came from the window. She stood up and said to Xiaofu: "When it gets cold, go back to your room and rest. I want to be quiet here and don't have to wait for you."

Xiaofu couldn't wait to hear it. When he heard this, his face showed a happy look: "Master is the best."

Feng Hongluan smiled and Xiaofu went out.

After a while, a black figure quietly entered the room accompanied by the wind and snow. When he saw Feng Hongluan, he knelt on the ground and said, "Happy mistress."

"Hurry up. How is the investigation I asked you to investigate?"

Taking off the cloak, a delicate face was revealed under the cloak. It was Xu Yanyu. Her brows tightened: "My subordinates privately investigated this unknown person. His origin is unknown. He seemed to have suddenly appeared in the military camp."

I also refused to talk about the past, and only said that there was a fire in my home, and I was the only one who survived."

"That means nothing was found?"

"After some investigation, the mistress didn't ask my subordinates to check out his relationship with Han Huiqing. I learned from the former servants of the Han family that a masked person once came to their house. The day Han Huiqing came,

All the servants were sent out of the house and asked to do their work. Only an old man stayed in the house. The old man said that it was because the man was wearing a mask. He also heard that there was an unknown general who was also wearing a mask.

, so I guessed it was the general. But the old man only took a look at it from a distance, so he wasn’t sure."

Sure enough, Wu Ming entered the mansion that day, probably to find out the whereabouts of the Han Jia family.

Probably because he was short of time, he left without checking.

nameless……

A sneer curled up at the corner of her mouth.

Sure enough, he is not a kind person.

"Other than that, what's the gain?"

"Mother, my subordinates also discovered this."

Xu Yanyu took something out of her arms and gave it to Feng Hongluan.

A painting, the woman in the words looked familiar, and the inscription below the words really made Feng Hongluan slightly startled: Fairy Begonia.

Fairy Begonia, what auspiciousness!

The painting in my hand almost dropped to the ground.

Wu Ming actually collected a painting by He Jixiang.

No, it shouldn't be collected. The ink on this painting is still new and it was only three to five days old. It is probably a new work.

Carefully observe the four characters "Begonia Fairy".

She was suddenly startled.

She would not mistake the familiar handwriting.

Ling Che!!!

Fire, ugly face, unknown origin, some familiar actions, Fairy Begonia, exactly the same handwriting, how lucky!

When she connected these things, a person suddenly appeared in her mind that she could not forget even if she turned to ashes - Ling Che.

He's not dead?

Isn't he dead?

Seeing her shocked expression, Xu Yanyu frowned and asked, "Mistress, does Mistress know this person before?"

Feng Hongluan tried her best to calm down her mood. Even if it were Ling Che, his reappearance would just be another suicide attempt.

"Help me find a bunch of people and let me know."

"Please give me your orders, mistress!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Feng Hongluan's lips. If it was Ling Che, she immediately took off his mask to take a look.

Who did Ling Che care about most in his previous life?

She Feng Hongluan? Humph.

What auspiciousness?

No, it's Ling's mother.

*

The affairs of people who have been dead for a long time have recently become a hot topic in the capital. Those scandals have become a topic of conversation among people in the streets and after dinner.

It seems that the rumor spread from the market. It is said that there was an old servant who used to work in the Ling Mansion. Because he was short of money, he went to the pawn shop to pawn his things. Among them was an erotic picture album with all the pictures of lewd women.

What comes into view is the red fruit, and the protagonist in the painting is none other than Bai Shi, the deceased Mrs. Ling of the Ling Mansion.

This Bai family can be regarded as a MILF who still retains her charm, and the eye movements in the painting are even more captivating.

Of course, no one has actually seen this painting, they have only heard about it, but because they have only heard about it, they spread rumors and rumors, but the rumors are even more outrageous.

Some people even say that the male protagonist in the painting seems to be the former general Xia Hui.

These rumors are raging throughout the capital today. The Bai family was once appointed by the late emperor as a chaste and martyr woman, and she also sent a plaque and erected an archway. Now the statement has been completely destroyed overnight.

Even the storytellers on the street rushed to compile stories one after another, vividly showing how Bai could not bear the loneliness after the death of General Ling, and had an affair with the general and secretly made friends.

Anyway, everyone is dead, and they are not the most important people, or even the criminals, so there is no harm in arbitrarily arranging it like this.

Feng Hongluan heard the news Xiaofu brought from outside and found out that the entertainment repertoire in teahouses nowadays was all about the rosy news about the Bai family and the general.

The Bai family's reputation was in ruins.

This matter seems to be getting more and more serious because of a pornographic picture, but recently I heard that the power of the rumors has weakened, because many storytellers have been intimidated, and some storytellers even said that they saw white hair.

His soul came to seek revenge.

Feng Hongluan had never believed in ghosts. If there were really fools around, she probably wouldn't be living so peacefully now. Those who were resentful towards her would probably still fight to the death even if they were sent to the eighteenth level of hell.

He struggled up and asked for his life.

As for why the ghost's revenge happened, I think some people couldn't bear to hear others slandering the Bai family, so they couldn't hold back their anger.

Is it really Ling Che?

Is he really still alive?

She was seven points certain of this guess in her heart, and the last three points, brought by Xu Yanyu, gave her the final affirmation.

"Mother, our people dressed up as storytellers and arranged for Mrs. Ling in every teahouse. As the mistress predicted, someone came out to intervene. Although I did not confront that person head-on, I can be sure that he

It's Wuming, because his subordinates sprinkled luminous powder on the soles of Wuming's shoes, but he himself didn't know where he had been. Once the sun shines on the second day, it will show a soft green color at night."

"Oh, Wuming!"

As soon as she touched the orchid porcelain cup beside her, a coldness suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"You can stop now. I will handle everything next. By the way, is there any news about the prince?"
To be continued...