After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 60 Confrontation

Outside Chengtian Gate, Ye Qinghuai and Gu Shihai were confronting each other.

Behind Ye Qinghuai stood Qin Yang, and behind Gu Shihai stood Luo Zichang. Behind the four of them was a crowd of people kneeling on the ground with no head in sight.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the wind started blowing in front of Chengtian Gate.

Ye Qinghuai's forehead hair was blown to her eyes by the wind, but it could not stop her sharp eyes.

In contrast, Gu Shihai's expression was much calmer and calmer.

He privately transferred the imperial army, but at this moment in front of the emperor, he did not have the slightest panic or fear after the incident was revealed. On the contrary, his eyes seemed to be full of interest when he looked at Ye Qinghuai.

Ye Qinghuai looked at him for a long time and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Gu Ge, does he know whose order the imperial army came out to kill people in the city?"

Gu Shihai didn't answer.

Ye Qinghuai turned to Luo Zichang: "Luo Zichang, whose order did you follow to mobilize the imperial army?"

Luo Zichang raised his head and met Ye Qinghuai's frosty eyes. He immediately knelt down and said, "This is my own idea. Please punish me."

"Mr. Gu Ge, is what he said true?" Ye Qinghuai asked unhurriedly.

Gu Shihai looked at Ye Qinghuai with a calm expression and asked: "If it is the minister's order, what is your Majesty going to do? Do you want to kill the old minister?"

Ye Qinghuai squinted his eyes, and the lip lines at the corners of his mouth became straight.

Gu Shihai held a large number of troops, including the Imperial Guard and the Forbidden Army inside, and the state army outside. If he was convicted of secretly transferring the Forbidden Army, once he was forced to jump over the wall, he might even turn against Ye Qinghuai.

If you really want to kill him, with Long Yuan Sword at your side at this moment, it can be regarded as your only good chance.

But Ye Qinghuai couldn't kill him right now.

Now that Dajing's border is unstable, if he were to be killed at this moment, it would be like handing a knife to the neighboring foreigners who are eyeing him.

Gu Shihai naturally knew the pros and cons, so he was so confident.

Ye Qinghuai stared at him darkly and gloomily for a long time, then suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "I can't kill Mr. Gu Ge. Mr. Gu Ge can't kill me, right?"

There was some appreciation in Gu Shihai's eyes, and he smiled at Ye Qinghuai and said, "Yes."

"In that case, let's talk about it," Ye Qinghuai said.

Gu Shihai did not answer, but looked at the only open space around - next to the Dengwen Drum.

Previously, in order to prevent students from playing drums, a circle of imperial troops surrounded an open space next to the Dengwen Drum, prohibiting people from approaching it.

Now it has become a place for the two of them to talk.

Ye Qinghuai and Gu Shihai walked under the Dengwen drum and stood face to face, one on the left and the other on the right.

Qin Yang followed Ye Qinghuai's instructions and stood among the kneeling imperial troops not far away.

It was approaching dusk, and the wind started blowing under the gate of the city wall. It stirred the blood-stained hem of Ye Qinghuai's clothes, but it did not shake her expression.

Gu Shihai's eyes were as cold as the night. For some reason, Ye Qinghuai felt that there was always a deep-rooted hatred and heartfelt disdain in his eyes when he looked at her.

"What does Your Majesty want?" Gu Shihai asked straightforwardly.

Ye Qinghuai thought for a moment and did not answer him, but asked: "There is something I have been unclear about, and I would like to ask Mr. Gu Ge."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"Why did Mr. Gu Ge insist on putting Wang Lisong to death?"

"Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. I didn't want his life originally, but I just wanted to lock him up for a few days to cure his bad temper." He looked at Ye Qinghuai, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Yes.

Your Majesty pressed forward step by step and persisted in the investigation, and then I came up with the intention to kill. I would like to ask Your Majesty why you are so concerned about his affairs."

Ye Qinghuai initially paid attention to Wang Lisong because he died once in his previous life due to the Chengtianmen Incident, but naturally he could not be reconciled to him.

So she ignored Gu Shihai's question and continued to ask: "What on earth does Wang Lisong know that makes you so scared? You dare not let him see me even though you have to show off at the Tribunal Tribunal."

After saying that, Ye Qinghuai saw surprise in Gu Shihai's eyes for the first time.

For so long, Gu Shihai looked at her as if he were watching a child playing around. He always looked confident, as if everything Ye Qinghuai did was under his control.

Except this thing.

"How did your Majesty know?" Gu Shihai asked, and he exuded the kind of murderous aura and coercion unique to the military.

Ye Qinghuai heard the probing meaning in his words and asked, "Is Song Zhe still alive?"

An unexpected light flashed in Gu Shihai's eyes, and he said with interest: "I really underestimated your majesty." Then his expression changed, as if he had thought of something, and said, "If your majesty is still looking for him, you don't need to bother.

.He is long gone.”

He spoke in a casual manner, as if he were talking about the weather.

Ye Qinghuai was slightly shocked. She had been searching for more than a month but could not find any news about Song Zhe, so she guessed that he had probably met something unexpected.

But hearing Gu Shihai speak in such a nonchalant tone, I still felt annoyed.

What does he think of human life?

An ant on the roadside? A useless weapon? Or an inconspicuous speck of dust on the hem of clothes?

Ye Qinghuai clenched her fists subconsciously.

"Where is Li Wenqing? Did you take him away before the trial of the three divisions?"

"Yes." Gu Shihai confessed.

"Is it also because of Wang Lisong?"

Gu Shihai looked at Ye Qinghuai with a complex expression. She was covered in blood, and her shoulders were still bleeding, but her face was unwavering. While she gritted her teeth and looked at him, she could maintain her rationality to confront him.

Just like a young wolf.

He didn't want to talk about the things the emperor asked because he thought it would be pointless to talk about them and he would be talking nonsense. But at this moment, he suddenly changed his mind.

He wanted to know what kind of expression Ye Qinghuai would have after hearing this.

"In the past years, it was a very simple matter for the Ministry of War to recruit soldiers and the Ministry of Households to pay for food. The only difference in the opening of the school this year is that His Majesty has just taken charge.

A young emperor. I, Dajing, have not had an emperor as young as your majesty for many years."

"Has your Majesty ever thought about why Chunwei has been open for so many years and something happened this year alone? Is it because this year is the only time there is an inside story?"

His question made Ye Qinghuai's heart go cold.

Most of the important officials in the court came from aristocratic families, and very few were born in white. This shows that the various systems for recruiting scholars in the court have long been reduced to tools that only serve the powerful class.

Three feet of ice does not freeze in a day. Whether it is the loopholes in the filial piety and integrity system or the fraud in the spring wedding ceremony, from officials like Shi Taiping to people like Du Wenle, they have become accustomed to it. Obviously, such ills are definitely not the same today.

Only for secondary imperial examinations.

Gu Shihai saw the hesitation in Ye Qinghuai's eyes, and he continued: "They chose this time to cause trouble because some people with intentions want to take advantage of His Majesty's ignorance and youthful spirit, and make Your Majesty a knife in their hands."

After speaking, he glanced at the Longyuan Sword held in Qin Yang's hand not far away, intentionally or unintentionally.

(End of chapter)