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"What else can I do? Since all of them are dead, we should have more funerals with them! " Zhao Ji wished that he could not swallow her alive. All his plans and future were cut off by the 19th knife. How could he not hate her.

"The empress expected that you would be like this, so she told me that as long as you let me go, she would protect your Zhao family's life, otherwise There are no chickens or dogs in the Zhao family

Zhao Ji is one Zheng, the vision twinkles ground stares at 19, doubt a way: "this words really?"

"I've brought it to you. It's up to you to believe it or not." 19's words put Zhao Ji in a dilemma. He's not sure if 19 lied in order to survive, but if it's true

For a long time, he could not resist the desire for life. He waved to the masked man to withdraw, gritted his teeth and said, "OK, I'll believe you this time. If it's false, I will take your life even if I lose all my wealth!"

"Don't worry." Nineteen words did not fall, a dark shadow suddenly blindfolded, cut off the line of sight, and then was tied hands, rudely pushed forward, bumped into the carriage, about half an hour, she was pushed off the carriage, rolled several circles before stopping, and no one untied her, only to hear the sound of the wheels gradually away.

19. After grinding away the rope from his hand, he pulled down the blindfolded black cloth and found himself in a barren mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Zhao Ji thought that he hated her so much that he didn't even want her to go back to Jinling City. But he never dreamed that his action would be convenient.

As soon as Zhao Ji returned to Jinling City, he rushed to Zhaoming palace to meet Zhao Pingqing. When the latter heard the news that Zhang Qiling had been killed by the 19th century, he was paralyzed in his chair and could not speak for a long time.

She has always regarded Zhang Qiling as the trump card to deal with mu Qianxue. However, as soon as she used it, it became an abandoned card.

"I deserve to die. Please forgive me!" In Zhao Ji's plea over and over again, Zhao Pingqing came back to himself, flicked his sleeve and drank half of the sweet soup on the table. He said in a hateful voice, "how can I forgive you if I know how to die?"

Zhao Ji shivered all over his body. He was frightened and aggrieved. He said: "it's my carelessness. I didn't search my body in advance, but Who would have thought that nineteen would suddenly be killed, and there would be a concubine... "

"You still have the face to say!" Zhao Pingqing interrupted with an iron face. "Our palace must tell you that Zhang Qiling is very important. You must be careful. As a result, you turn a deaf ear to what our Palace said. Now you come here to admit your mistake. What's the use?" She hated Zhao Ji's carelessness very much. She was fierce in both voice and color and showed no mercy at all.

Zhao Ji's heart trembled when she denounced him. He didn't dare to say a word. After the latter denounced him, he said carefully: "that What should we do now? "

"What to do?" Zhao Pingqing was very angry and laughed, "what else can I do? I'm waiting to die!"

The more she thought about it, the more she hated it. She stared at him and said, "it's not easy for our palace to have what it is today. It's good for you. It's all ruined overnight."

Zhao Ji looked at her and murmured in a low voice: "if it wasn't for the empress who had to assassinate the imperial concubine, it wouldn't be so." Hearing this, Zhao Pingqing's face became more and more ugly. "According to you, is this palace wrong?" Without waiting for Zhao Ji's words, she said: "if it were not for this palace, the Zhao family would have today's scenery, and you would be reused by your majesty? What is the reason for this palace to work so hard, just for itself? You're good. If you don't tell me what's wrong, you'll blame our palace. You're really a good father of our palace! "

Zhao Ji was scolded by her in a cold sweat. Knowing that he had said something wrong, he quickly bent over to make amends

Zhao Ping hummed coldly, but she didn't want to talk. Ziyan gently advised, "lady, let's stop the thunder. The most important thing now is to find a way to get through the difficulties."

"What else can we do? Zhang Qiling is dead, and all of us will be buried with him!" Zhao Pingqing clenched his hands. His nails were broken and fell to the ground. "My palace really underestimated mu Qianxue. She was so heartless!"

This sentence was like a basin of cold water pouring down from the head, which made Zhao Ji cold all over, but he was still a bit unwilling, "is there really no way?"

"You..." When Zhao Ping was about to scold him, he suddenly moved in his heart and frowned: "you say Nineteen killed Zhang Qiling himself

"Yes, a knife killed, the doctor did not have time to treat." Before Zhao Ji's voice fell, Zhao Pingqing asked, "where did you hit?"

Zhao Ji thought for a moment and said, "about three inches below the navel."

Ziyan eyebrows slightly a Yang, doubt tunnel: "this place is not critical, how can a knife kill."

"I think it's because of the deep stab. I lost a lot of blood and couldn't stop it." Thinking of the scene at that time, Zhao Ji felt a lingering fear.

Ziyan looked down and thought for a while, then said in a soft voice, "master, I think this is something wrong."

"It's not right!" Zhao Ping caressed the rough broken armour, "if she really wants Zhang Qiling to die and doesn't agree to the palace's request, why take such a dangerous move? If one is not good, maybe even nineteen will have to pay." After a pause, she said, "have you tried Zhang Qiling's pulse?"Zhao Ji shook his head and said, "I didn't, but the doctor tried breathing and pulse. He was dead."

"Dead..." Zhao Pingqing said thoughtfully, "I have heard people say before that there is a kind of medicine for feigning death. After taking it, people's breath and pulse are all the same as those of dead people, but after the medicine is over, they will wake up and remain intact."

Ziyan was surprised and blurted out: "does the empress suspect that Zhang Qiling is feigning death?"

"As you said, three inches below the umbilicus is not the key. Even if it is deeper, it will not kill him with one knife. But he died, and he died so fast that the doctor didn't even have time to rescue him."

"But the fake death medicine is just a legend, and..." Zhao Ji thought about it carefully and said, "I've been there all the time. I'm sure I didn't give Zhang Qiling anything."

Zhao Pingqing's eyelids drooped and said calmly: "it takes a while for the medicine to digest and absorb by stomach and turn into the blood to take effect. It can take an instant to enter the blood directly. This is also the reason why some poisons can stop throat at the sight of blood."

Ziyan thought for a long time, and said tentatively, "master, do you mean that nineteen has smeared the medicine of feigning death on the knife?" Before her voice fell, she suddenly remembered something and said, "if so, nineteen will go back and take Zhang Qiling's" body. "

Even if she did not say, Zhao Pingqing also thought, "where is the 19th century?"

"On the way back, Chen threw her on the mountain. Now On the way back to the palace. " Zhao Ji realized that he had done something wrong, and his voice dropped gradually.

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