Rebirth Farm: She counterattacked with a tow bottle

During the Song, Yuan and Qing dynasties, he went to Beijing to thank the emperor for his kindness.

However, when he entered the palace, over there at the Wei Chengen Duke's Mansion, dozens of corpses of men in black suddenly fell from the sky.

Each of these corpses was in horrible condition. They were either missing arms or had broken legs.

They were laid out in rows in the main courtyard of Cheng'en Palace, and even the broken legs, feet and arms were put in without missing a beat.

The Duke Cheng'en's Mansion suddenly exploded into chaos, with chickens and dogs jumping, people falling on their backs, women crying, children howling...

It just turned into a pot of porridge...

"Hurry, go quickly, go to Jingzhao Mansion to report to the official, go quickly..." The frightened Duke Cheng'en, Wei Laoguo, kept shouting and ordered people to go to the Yamen.

Some of the timid women and children fainted from fear.

All of a sudden, dozens of doctors from the mansion, as well as imperial doctors, came and hurriedly treated Duke Cheng'en.

"You brat...did you do it?" In the royal study, the eunuch in charge, Gao Mingde, dismissed the servants and maids, and stood guard outside the door. He heard His Majesty the Emperor's voice asking coldly inside, and he followed suit secretly.

Grinning.

Sigh... The eldest son of Song in our unit, oh, no, it's Prince An. He really wants to cause trouble to the point of death.

Song Yuanqing was very bachelor, so he nodded and admitted, "Yes, I sent it over."

As he spoke, he pointed to the Quyue sword held by Gao Mingde outside the door and said, "Did you see it? That thing is the Queen Mother's treasure, right?"

But it is in the hands of the leader of the dead soldiers. If you don’t let me take the corpses of those men in black, how can I send them to the Queen Mother’s bed?”

"You bastard, what are you talking about? Huh?" Seeing that Song Yuanqing didn't speak human words, the emperor scolded him angrily, and then asked, "You mean, thirty-six dead soldiers went to massacre the village.

Went there?”

Song Yuanqing nodded, "Yes, he is rushing to kill everyone. Your Majesty, this is the confession of the leader of the dead soldiers. What is written in it is not false at all."

His Majesty the Emperor's face was like a dark cloud pressing against the curtain, making people tremble with fear.

After reading the confession of the leader of the dead soldiers in black, and then seeing the Quyue sword that he had been accustomed to seeing since he was a child, this emperor who killed people like hemp and never showed mercy when he aspired to the throne, his brows were furrowed.

Not only did he know this Quyue sword, but it was also regarded as a treasure by him.

Because this sword is the only thing and the only thing his father left behind.

Once upon a time, he watched his mother caressing the sword and telling him about his father's heroic deeds during his lifetime.

There was a time when he was sleeping with this sword on his pillow, just like sleeping next to his father, and his heart felt very peaceful.

However, just when he was about to get married, his mother told him that she would keep this sword as a family heirloom to be passed down from generation to generation.

Therefore, before his mother passed away, he still kept the sword beside his mother.

His mother said at the time that seeing the treasured sword was like seeing your father by your side. In this way, no matter how great the difficulties were, no matter how many grievances there were, she could swallow them and endure them.

Because, this sword is like your father being by your mother's side, protecting her.

What could His Majesty the Emperor say at that time? Although he was extremely reluctant to give up and unwilling to give up, he could not refute my mother's hard work and let her suffer for the rest of her life. She would not be happy.

As a result, Quyue's sword became his mother's private property. From then on, he never saw it again.

Even though he was riding a horse and fighting with swords across the battlefield, risking his life and death in order to establish a new dynasty, his mother never gave him this sword to defend himself and kill the enemy with it.

Although he was thinking about this Quyue sword very much, he never mentioned it again because it hurt his mother's heart.

So many years later, if Song Yuanqing hadn't brought this sword to him today, he would have almost forgotten the existence of Qu Yue's sword.

Song Yuanqing saw that the emperor's face was terrifyingly gloomy, so he did not add fuel to the fire, but said, "Your Majesty, you are not a minister... you are so crazy about being favored that you don't take the Wei family, who is the Duke of Cheng'en, in your eyes.

Really... This Da Ming Jiangshan has the surname Qin, not Wei. Why did County Master Qingxiu and I work so hard and painstakingly to cultivate high-yielding grain varieties for Your Majesty and the people of Da Ming, but we have become a thorn in the side of the Queen Mother and the Wei family?

, is there a thorn in the flesh?

Your Majesty, you may think that what Yuan Qing said is a bit treasonous, but... Isn’t what I said true? Why did they send people to assassinate the minister and the head of Qingxiu County for their own selfish interests? They also wanted to kill Xiaya Village where the general lived.

Massacred the entire village? Is this something humans did?

One more thing... Your Majesty, don't you find it strange? The Quyue sword is the treasure of the Queen Mother, but why did it end up in the hands of the assassin leader?

And seeing how skillfully he uses it, it’s not just a question of keeping the sword in his hand for a day or two. May I ask, Your Majesty, why does the Queen Mother want to practice death in private?

Who is she guarding against? In other words, what is she trying to do? She can kill whoever she wants, and the people and ministers of the world can kill her as she pleases?"

The more Song Yuanqing spoke, the uglier His Majesty's face became. Finally, he glared at Song Yuanqing and scolded, "That's enough, shut up!"

Song Yuanqing stopped abruptly and immediately closed his mouth.

His mouth was closed, but he couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, "Aunt Chen, and my mother all died so unjustly, I don't know whether the surname of the world in the Ming Dynasty is Qin or Wei?

Huh, what are you talking about about filial piety? As a son of man, if you can't avenge your mother, how can I live? I might as well die with my mother."

With just these few words, Emperor Qin Lang's eyes widened immediately, as if he wanted to eat Song Yuanqing alive, "What did you say? What did you just say?"

He...this boy actually called his own mother Aunt Chen? This was hard for His Majesty the Emperor to accept.

Although he usually asked about Song Yuanqing's affairs in Shunyi's Mansion, this was the first time he heard him calling the late Empress Chen as Aunt Chen. His Majesty's heart was shattered into eight pieces, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

Song, Yuan and Qing were greatly frightened by the emperor's move, and thought to themselves, "Have you lost it?"

But... I had to be tough when I needed to be tough, so I held my neck and said what I just said again, "That's right. Two ancestral figures of the Wei family killed Queen Chen and my Aunt Chen.

My mother, you said, I can't take revenge, why don't I just mumble a few words to you?"

After hearing this, His Majesty the Emperor sat down decadently.

He wanted to tell Song Yuanqing that Empress Chen was your biological mother, and I... was your biological father, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

He knew very well that unless the Wei family was eliminated, his and Chen Xiaoyang's son would not be able to come back.

"You...go back first. I will give you and County Lord Qingxiu justice for this matter." His Majesty the Emperor waved his hand to Song Yuanqing.

The Song, Yuan and Qing Dynasties did not want to sit in front of the emperor who had murderous eyes, so they immediately stood up and left, leaving behind the rare and precious species that could save lives and feed their families.