He looked ahead with a gloomy face and his eyes fixedly, motionless.

Changping threw himself into Concubine Li's arms and cried loudly. Concubine Li kept wiping her tears and looked at the emperor with tears in her eyes: "Your Majesty, why is this happening? I was so good yesterday, why did I die if I say I die?... Mi'er, Mi'er, poor child, what will you do in the future..."

Soon, Wensen and his subordinates carried a corpse in with sad expressions.

A eunuch who was attending the service hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, this is your bedroom. It is very unlucky to carry the body into it..."

Before the eunuch finished speaking, the emperor said angrily: "Get out!"

Changping was crying in the arms of the imperial concubine. After hearing this, he suddenly stood up and kicked the eunuch hard at the door of the eunuch. The eunuch's face was covered in blood, his teeth fell to the ground, and he screamed and retreated in a panic.

The body was wrapped in a black cloth, and the subordinates gently placed it on the smooth floor of the bedroom, standing quietly on the side.

Changping endured the huge grief in his heart, struggled to pounce forward and untied the black cloth. What caught her eye was a male corpse that had been cut out by a sharp weapon and was slightly swollen by the river. His death was extremely miserable.

Looking at the corpse in a daze, there was nothing left in Changping's eyes.

Is this my husband? Is that bastard who is smiling, has no seriousness all day, loves money and is lustful, but always makes people giggle?

The emperor glanced at the corpse, then closed his eyes, his hands were held in his sleeves, and he was clenched tightly into fists. The corpse was covered with scars and life-stricken on his chest. He was stabbed in sharp weapons, leaving a half-long wound. After being soaked in the river water, the mouth was purple-black. It was like a child's mouth was opened. It was hideous and terrifying.

"Are you sure about Fang Zheng? Are you going to make a mistake?" The emperor asked quietly with the last trace of luck.

Wen Sen knelt down and said, "... After being identified by the imperial guards and soldiers at the archery gate last night, Lord Fang... he was wearing this dress and leaving the archery gate, and the appearance of this corpse is no longer recognized. However, his figure and height are very similar to Lord Fang. I think this corpse should be Lord Fang..." Although he was sad in his heart, Sen still made his judgment silently.

He sighed a long time. The emperor's face was covered with frost.

"Mi'er! Mi'er! What's wrong with you? Talk! You cry! Don't scare me..." Concubine Li said anxiously.

The emperor lowered his head, but saw Chang Ping staring at the corpse straight. He was dead ashes while motionless. His pretty face, which was usually lively and vivid, now had no expression. He neither cried nor cried. He turned a deaf ear to Concubine Li's call, and looked like a dead person.

Concubine Li was extremely anxious and kept shaking her Changping, but she was like a lifeless puppet, without any reaction.

The emperor felt a pain in his heart, and was about to open the small yellow gate to report outside the door: "Emperor, all civil and military officials gathered outside the palace gate to seek a meeting."

The emperor sneered so well, because he was afraid that I would kill you to bury Fang Zheng, so he came to cry for rats?

"Carry Fang Zheng's body above and go to the Golden Palace!" After the emperor said that, he walked towards the Golden Palace with firm steps, just like his first morning court after sweeping away Pan Ni, stepping into the Golden Palace step by step, carrying the blood of the rebels and carrying the murderous aura of Leng Sen.

This time, will the court flow into a river of blood again? How many people will be buried with this young life?

It was already night, and exquisite and unique palace lanterns were hung high in the Golden Palace, illuminating the hall clearly.

The prince sat sadly on the lower head of the dragon chaise in the Golden Palace, looking at the corpse lying in the middle of the hall, shook his head from time to time and sighed.

After the ministers were shocked, some cried bitterly, beat their chests and stamped their feet, while others sighed and regretted that the country had lost its good materials. Whether they were really sad or not, their expressions were extremely sad. For a moment, the sound of crying, dry howlings echoed in the hall, vivid and vivid.

Only Fatty and Feng Qiudao cried the most sincerely.

The two met Fang Zheng for a long time, and it is not necessary to say that the fat man has always maintained a good friend and confidant relationship with the fat man. Fang Zheng's death is a huge blow to the fat man. At this moment, the fat man cried heartbrokenly, as if his heart had been hollowed out.

Feng Qiudao also cried red. He had a close relationship with Fang Zheng. Behind his contributions to the country several times, there was a shadow of Fang Zheng. He and Fang Zheng had long been in harmony. Now that his good friend died tragically, how could he not be sad for him?

There was another old man crying miserably, and this person was Wei Chengde. Although Wei Chengde was conservative and old-fashioned and asked the emperor to cut off Fang Zheng's power, the old man was completely out of public concern and had no intention of targeting Fang Zheng. In the negotiations with the Turks, he cooperated with Fang Zheng and after getting along for a long time, he also established a good friend of his age.

The emperor looked at the various aspects of the ministers in the palace coldly, feeling both sad and angry.

"You have a good look and see clearly! I know that the murderer who killed him must stand in this hall today. I also know that the murderer must be smiling proudly in his heart at this moment, very well! Your goal has been achieved. My son-in-law and my loyal minister died for no reason. He has been newly married to my daughter for less than a month. The Fang family has only one son and no descendants. From then on, the inheritance of incense is cut off. How do you ask me to explain to his parents?" The emperor said at the end, and his eyes were covered with blood, and the murderous aura appeared, like an angry beast, glancing at the ministers in the hall.

Closed his eyes, the emperor tried to calm down his emotions, and then said, "No matter who is the one among you, I tell you that from now on, I will find the real murderer who murdered Fang Zheng at all costs. If I find it out, I will swear to cut all the ten clans into pieces and never be reborn!"

When the ministers in the palace heard the emperor's words, their hypocritical crying stopped. The palace was silent, and the ministers looked at each other and were at a loss.

"Your Majesty, Lord Fang is beyond recognition and it is hard to identify it. The old minister dared to ask, did he really confirm that the body was himself?" Wei Chengde from the ministers had a clear conscience and asked.

The emperor shook his head with a sad expression: "According to many people, he is the one who has identified it..."

Wei Chengde choked and said, "The old minister thinks this case is serious and should be handed over to the Ministry of Justice for investigation. He urges the Ministry of Justice to solve the case as soon as possible and catch the real murderer Fang to take revenge!"

The emperor nodded weakly and said, "According to your report, someone came to carry the body into the Ministry of Justice and ordered the coroner of the Ministry of Justice to carefully check it. The Secretary of Chu personally handled the case for ten days. Within ten days, I will take out the murderer and rectify the law!"

Four of the warriors in front of the temple walked up to him and bent down to lift his body.

"No one is allowed to touch me!" A crisp voice echoed above the hall, looking particularly cold and gloomy.

"Mi'er, you...ah!" Looking at Changping, who looked sour, the emperor opened his mouth in pain, and finally just sighed.

Changping was wearing a light-colored fashion, and was busy searching all day long. The fashion was covered with dust and grass chips. Her hair was scattered, and the tears on her exquisite and beautiful face had dried up. She could no longer shed tears and only had an empty and unsightly gaze, looking at everyone dumbly. She ignored the complicated gazes of the ministers in the hall and walked to the middle of the hall without expression. Her slender and weak figure looked pitiful under the illumination of the palace lanterns.

When he walked to the hall, he stood around his eyes and looked around his ministers' expressions of sighing or pity, Changping said quietly: "The one who lies here is my husband, I chose it myself, and the prince-consort whom my father was the decision to marry for me... and it is also my favorite man. Now, he is dead..."

Changping's pale face suddenly turned red, and his voice was filled with deep hatred: "...He died in your hands! You are all murderers! For the sake of your own little calculations and your little bullshit power, he actually killed my husband! The Fang family cut off the incense and made me Zhou Mi'er lose my lover..."

With a pretty look around the ministers, Changping's stunning face changed to be extremely distorted. With her hands behind her back, she pulled out the small dagger hanging on her waist.

"Princess, what are you going to do?"

"Mi'er! Stop it! What are you going to do?"

Amid the shock and anger of everyone, Changping stretched out his white wrist, which was as frost-like as snow, and without blinking his eyes, he cut his wrist deeply. Blood flowed out and fell along the white wrist drop by drop on the smooth floor of the Golden Palace.

"Transfer to the Imperial Doctor!" the emperor said anxiously.

Changping looked pale and looked at the shocked ministers and sneered sadly: "...I, Zhou Mi'er lost his husband today, and the pain in his heart is like thousands of arrows piercing his heart. I know that the murderer is among you. Standing in this Golden Palace today, Zhou Mi'er vowed to Tianmeng League to waste my life's strength. Even if the rivers flow backwards and Mount Tai collapses, he will definitely capture the murderer who harmed my husband, tear him to pieces and kill the nine clans! To eliminate the pain of the two elders of the Fang family losing their son, to counteract the eternal hatred of Zhou Mi'er losing his lover!"

The ministers were in amazement, and this loud and powerful oath seemed to be a curse from the underworld, deeply shocked everyone's hearts.

Everyone in the hall looked at Changping's dead gray face and suddenly felt cold and creepy all over his body.

Changping staggered a few times and said quietly: "I don't need your Ministry of Justice to investigate, and you don't need your Jinling Mansion to solve the case. My husband's murder is avenged, I, Zhou Mi'er, will personally revenge!"

After saying that, Changping shouted, "Come here!"

Two female guards outside the hall responded.

"Take your husband's body home, set up a mourning hall, sacrifice to the altar, and put it in peace..."

The female guard's eyes were red, and she raised her body without saying a word and walked out of the hall.

Changping smiled sadly, stretched out his hand to close Lingsan's hair, turned his head to look at the ministers Yingying, and said calmly: "The unknown is Fang Zhou, please invite all the adults to come to my husband's funeral to greet him with a glass of wine. The unknown is very grateful."

The emperor looked at Changping with heartache, and cried in a hoarse voice: "Mi'er..."

Ignoring the expressions of admiration or fear among the ministers, Changping turned around and walked out of the hall with high apology.

He died? He was really dead? This unscrupulous bastard left me and died like this?

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"Boy, you don't have any eyes, right? What about you, what are you looking at?"

"Wow! This brother is not tall, but he has trained his chest muscles so well, which really makes me admire him..."

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"It's urgent. When I take action later, you will immediately take your brother and bring someone to save me."

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"Beauty, let's have a relationship!"

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"If they don't agree, we will elope and run south, and give birth to babies while running. You gave birth to more than 20 babies for me. It's okay if your uncle and aunt don't agree. Then we run back..."

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The sound of a good man is still in his ears, but the pain is already in the secluded road!

Changping Beitiao bit his lower lip tightly, and told himself over and over again that I can't fall, I can't fall! I am the daughter-in-law of the Fang family and Fang Zheng's official wife. Fang Zheng's funeral still needs to work hard for her parents-in-law and serve her, I can't fall...

Under the silent gaze of everyone, Changping and weak body staggered out of the hall gate, and finally couldn't bear the great sorrow of losing her husband and fell softly to the ground.

"Imperial Doctor! Pass it on to the Imperial Doctor!" Before he fell into a coma, Changping vaguely heard his father's roar and screamed with all his strength.

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Is Fang Zheng dead?

Of course he was not dead, but his current situation was very bad, so bad that he wanted to die.

No matter who is knocked hard on the back of the head, it will never feel comfortable to wake up.

When Fang Zheng woke up, it was already bright, I don’t know what

.After regaining consciousness, he found that he was driving in a car that was tied up with a cow tendon rope and could not move.

The first reaction was that the pain was so painful. I don’t know which bastard knocked me and told me directly if I wanted to tie me up. I’m not an unreasonable person. Do you need to do this for me? If you say you’re embarrassed to ask me to leave, I’ll see that your force is higher than mine, of course I agreed without hesitation. Why bother to let me get this spoiled?

In the shaking carriage, Fang Zheng sat up with difficulty, his mind was rotating rapidly.

Look at this posture, this is a premeditated action against him. As for who is the conscript behind the scenes, why didn’t he kill him directly, Fang Zheng didn’t understand it for a while. He only knew that he was in a bad state at the moment. Not only did he want to drink water, but he also wanted to pee.

Leaning on the wall of the car, Fang Zheng carefully looked at the situation in the car.

The carriage is not big, and in terms of material, it is also very ordinary. There are not a thousand or eight hundred in the capital, which is really inconspicuous. And judging from the ever- bumpy road conditions, the carriage should be driving outside the city now, but I don’t know how far from the capital.

After calming down, Fang Zheng was not very scared. Since others did not kill him on the spot, they tied him up, which means they still have a trick. At least for now, they will not kill themselves.

I don’t know which Wang Dan’s hand was tied so strongly. Fang Zheng felt that his hands and feet were completely numb. When he looked down, he was furious and yelled angrily, regardless of his identity as a hostage, saying, “Come here! Is there anyone? Drive the car, stop me!”

The carriage stopped obediently, the curtain was lifted, and a rough face with a beard appeared. The man's hair was too long and within reach. Fang Zheng only saw the beard, his eyes, nose and mouth were covered by thick hair. His whole head looked like a furry coconut, and his facial features were not clear at all.

Damn! Is this a fucking human or a monkey
To be continued...