Chapter 843

Imperial status has always been a life and death struggle!

Jing Xian was surprised.

He thought that Jing was unwilling to be imprisoned all his life before he committed suicide in prison. Unexpectedly, it was Jing Rong's hand.

So——

His heart began to shake!

Clench your fists!

"So... What do you want me to do?"

Yes! The Royal duke said, "Jingrong will dig my tomb before the emperor goes to the mausoleum, and then bury the coffin back before the annual sacrifice. However, when the coffin is carried out of the mausoleum, I will immediately arrange the abbot of Guang'an temple to face the saint, saying that the Royal Duke's tomb is in the wrong direction and must be buried again before the annual sacrifice. The emperor will believe in Buddhism. When Jingrong knows that, he must be in a hurry , they will quickly bury the coffin that has just been carried out again. At that time, you should send someone to intercept it in the middle so that they can't smoothly return the coffin to the cemetery. When they lift the coffin, they will find it in the tomb

The face is empty. Once the emperor checks, he will know that Jingrong sent someone to dig the coffin. At that time, if you ask the students who are officials of Master Yu to put pressure on the emperor, Jingrong will be convicted! And how serious the crime is depends on you. "

The breath is murderous!

Jingxian nodded to understand.

The Duke of the imperial state said again, "this is the best time. If you miss it, there will be no more. As long as Jingrong loses power and the position of the prince is yours."

Since ancient times, the position of Prince and emperor has been accumulated by the blood of countless people.

It's always life and death!

Jing Xian's eyes flickered, and he sat down slowly, pressing his fist with his left hand on the table full of tea.

He needs to do this for the throne and his mother!

Then they began to plot in the house.

Half an hour later, the imperial Duke put on his hat again and left the palace.

This time, the snow began to fall again.

He walked towards the snow, suddenly stopped, turned and looked at the plaque in King Xian's house.

At the moment, the face burned by fire under the bamboo hat was ferocious and insidious, and a cold smile hung on the corner of his lips.

"Brother Huang, you took everything from me back then. Today, I want you to watch your sons kill each other and die one by one. Let you also taste the pain of losing loved ones and relatives!"

The sound rolled in the cold air, frightening and chilling.

……

Seven days from the annual sacrifice.

Rong Wangfu. Jing Rong has arranged everything properly and told Ji Yunshu: "I have discussed with leader Xiao Tongling that in two days, the coffin of the imperial Duke will be transported from Jishan to an idle house outside the city. At that time, you can't go to the military headquarters by taking advantage of your illness. When I come back from the next Dynasty, we will go out of the city together and wait for the son

At that time, Lang Po and Zi Ran will bring the coffin of the Royal Duke, but we only have two days, because four days later, the father's luanjia will arrive at Jishan. We must bury the coffin before that, otherwise, if it is a little late, I'm afraid there will be more trouble. "

She kept a firm record of the time.

But——

Jing Rong is worried again.

He said, "if something happens, you must get out of it."

"It'll be fine."

"Be prepared in case."

She nodded.

Two days later.

As soon as he left the court, Jing Rong hurried to go back to his house because he had to rush out of the city with Ji Yunshu.

But he just left the palace and was stopped by Jing Xian!

"Jingrong, do you have time?"

"What's the matter?" "As you know, I don't like brewing wine at ordinary times. I saved several jars some time ago, and it happened that the altar opened today. In previous years, he was carried away one jar by one, but today he was busy. He said that Yuhua Pavilion had a difficult patient, so he wanted to invite you to taste it

, you haven't tasted my wine yet. If you miss it, you'll have to wait until next year. "

"I..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted, "I don't think you're busy these days. Let's give you a face."

Before he refused, he was dragged to King Xian's house.

The family did brew a lot of wine. Jing Xian opened an altar and drank with him.

Jing Xian is very hospitable. I toast him cup by cup.

But he was absent-minded.

"What's the matter? But these wines are not good to drink?"

"No."

"What are you?"

Jingrong raised a glass of wine and said, "Jingxian, to tell you the truth, there are still some things in the house that need to be dealt with in a hurry. I respect you first."

Drink it up!

So it's not good for Jing Xian to keep him again.

May——

After Jing Rong drank the wine in his hand, he got up and prepared to leave. As soon as he stood up, his head was dizzy and his steps were unstable.

Stumble a few times.

"Hmm? How... Did this happen?"

His eyes suddenly blurred.

Jing Xian across the street quickly asked, "what's the matter with you?"

"I..."

"Jing Rong?"

He shook his head hard. He couldn't sit down, and his head fell on the table.

Passed out.

Jingxian touched him and called again.

No answer!

Jing Xian smiled, "come here."

The boy hurried over.

"Go to King Rong's house and say that King Rong has drunk too much here. When he wakes up, the king will send someone to take him back."

"Yes!"

I soon sent the news to King Rong's house.

Ji Yun was surprised. Why did Jing Xian suddenly invite Jing Rong to drink?

Jingrong's drinking capacity is not so small?

However, if she waited any longer, she couldn't get out as soon as the gate was closed, so she packed her sandalwood box and didn't intend to wait any longer, so she had to take Shi Zijin out of the city first.

When you find that house, wait!

Jishan.

Late at night, there were heavy troops outside the mausoleum, and it was difficult for flies to fly in. When it was midnight, a line of bodyguards came in order.

The leading fat bodyguard and the bodyguard guarding the mausoleum said, "you can go and have a rest. We'll leave it here."

"OK."

The bodyguards have been standing all day and are very tired.

So after the shift, he left.

After the man left, the fat guard covered his mouth and learned a crow's cry.

"Jie!"

After a while, I saw almost seven or eight people in night clothes flashing from the dark.

Langbo and shiziran are the leaders.

The two of them took their own people into the mausoleum smoothly and found the cemetery of the Royal Duke accurately and quickly.

However, because emperor Qizhen specifically told Liang Zongzheng to send someone to guard the cemetery of the Duke of the imperial state, there were four bodyguards guarding the cemetery.

Lang Po and Shi Ziran hid in the dark and looked at each other. They took out a small bamboo tube and put it to their mouth, aiming at the neck of two guards.

Blow!

A shining silver needle immediately shot out and plunged into the two men's necks.

He quickly aimed at the necks of the other two guards again.

Blow!

Four bodyguards fell down quietly.

The people in black hidden in the dark counted out and were ready to dig coffins.

In the mausoleum, except that the coffins of emperors of previous dynasties are in the main palace underground, the coffins of other imperial relatives and relatives are in a circular shape. They are buried in the soil under the stone slab. Except for gorgeous tombstones, they are almost no different from the tombs of ordinary people.

Everyone pried open the large stone slab behind the tombstone. They moved quickly, lifted the coffin out neatly, and then sealed the surface again.

No trace! Xiao Tongling had already made arrangements, so he smoothly carried the coffin down Jishan and went to a house that had long been placed outside the capital city.