Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

Hearing Nie Feng's voice, Qingyun, who was intoxicated by Mo Xuan's deep kiss, suddenly came back to her senses. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to push Mo Xuan away, but to no avail. She could only look at Mo Xuan with wide eyes, silently reminding him that someone was coming.

Mo Xuan was naturally in a bad mood when his good deeds were interrupted, but he also knew that Nie Feng must have something important to report when he came, so he had to end this sweet moment with unfulfilled intentions. He whispered in Qingyun's ears with a fiery and evil tone. The person's face turns red and her heart beats: "Remember to make it up to me tonight!"

Giving Mo Xuan a charming and angry look, Qingyun's already blushing face became even more charming and alluring.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan couldn't help but feel distraught. A surge of hot blood quickly gathered in a certain part of his body. He wanted to hold her in his arms again and love her deeply. He finally suppressed the surge in his heart and cared for her considerately. He took her hand back to the chair and sat down, while he sat aside and read the files.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm down her chaotic heartbeat, Qing Yunfang said calmly: "Come in."

"My subordinates, please see the Ninth Princess." Nie Feng entered the room and bowed before bowing his head and standing opposite Qingyun.

Keenly aware that something was wrong with Nie Feng's mood, Qingyun thought thoughtfully, raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "What happened?"

"Ninth Princess, Gong Yuanhao committed suicide by hitting the wall in the dungeon a quarter of an hour ago when no one was prepared."

"Killed yourself by hitting the wall?" Qingyun's expression was shocked, and she turned to look at Mo Xuan. Mo Xuan happened to be looking at her as well. The two of them exchanged glances. Qingyun sighed and asked, "Did he leave any last words?" ?”

"Back to Princess Ninth, no."

Qingyun nodded: "I understand, please step back first." But Nie Feng was still standing there with his head lowered, motionless: "Do you have anything else?"

After hesitating for a moment, Nie Feng suddenly knelt on the ground and begged: "I have something to ask of you. Please grant it to the Ninth Princess!"

"Let's talk about it if we have anything to do."

Nie Feng still insisted on kneeling, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his low and cautious tone: "I request to bury Gong Yuanhao in person."

No matter how guilty Gong Yuanhao was, in the past six months, Gong Yuanhao had been really good to him. In the end, he even tried to save him regardless of the risk of causing an old disease. Although he could have avoided it at the time, he had no other ideas. , I just wanted to send Gong Yuanhao off in person for the last time to express my feelings.

"Let him be buried next to the late King Zhongwu's cemetery. Although he is not King Zhongwu's biological son, King Zhongwu requested the late emperor like that before his death, which shows that he liked him very much." Qingyun thought for a while and then said: "In addition, Lei Fangju and Ma Xun have always been loyal to Gong Yuanhao, and I deeply admire them and grant them the gift of continuing to serve Gong Yuanhao."

"I obey the order!" Nie Feng kowtowed and stood up to leave, but Mo Xuan stopped him at the right time.

"Wait!"

Nie Feng had to stop and look at Mo Xuan, while Qingyun also looked confused: "What's going on?"

Putting down the file in his hand, Mo Xuan looked at the puzzled two people and said mysteriously: "It's not impossible for you to bury Gong Yuanhao, but you have to wait until tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Gong Yuanhao has ulterior motives, how can we easily fall into his trap?"

"you mean......"

"Your Majesty and you have extrajudicial mercy and spared his life, but he chose to commit suicide only a few days after pleading guilty. What else could it be if he didn't have ulterior motives?"

Mo Xuan's face was quiet and cold, and his charming eyes shone with a cold and cold light: "You know, he holds the gold medal for immunity from death given by the late emperor, and he is also a hereditary prince with a different surname. Even if he is guilty of raising an army to rebel, unless he dies in the battle, he can only be escorted to Beijing and submitted to the Tribunal for trial before he can be convicted and punished;

But now, people who know the truth will say that he committed suicide because he felt ashamed of the emperor and your kindness, while people who don't know will falsely accuse you of secretly killing him;

And those who always target you will definitely use this to stir up trouble, accusing you of ignoring the law and killing Gong Yuanhao, who has confessed his guilt, and being too ruthless, and then instigate your subjects who don't know the truth to criticize you verbally and writtenly;

Even if someone testifies that this matter has nothing to do with you, Gong Yuanhao died in prison while he was in your custody after all, and you cannot shirk responsibility for this."

Qingyun couldn't help but look stern after hearing this.

Indeed, as Mo Xuan said, she only thought about Gong Yuanhao who had been living in a precarious situation all her life, but in the end he was just a pawn living in lies. Now Jue Jue commits suicide, which is really pitiful. She thinks that Gong Yingxiong is dead and Gong Yingjie is imprisoned again. In the capital, letting Nie Feng bury him would be considered as giving him dignity.

But I never expected that Gong Yuanhao would use his death to make such a move, intending to slander his father and her reputation, and possibly even shake the foundation of the country. This is simply abominable!

Nie Feng was also shocked. At the same time, he was angry that he had almost harmed the emperor and the ninth princess because of his soft-heartedness. Damn it!

Kneeling heavily on the ground, Nie Feng said regretfully: "This subordinate is so reckless that I will let the Ninth Princess handle me!"

"Okay, it's just that Gong Yuanhao is too cunning and cunning for us to guard against. You don't need to blame yourself." Waved her hand for Nie Feng to stand up. Qingyun looked at Mo Xuan and asked, "Do you have any good ideas?"

With a ghostly smile on his lips, Mo Xuan said meaningfully: "Those foreign craftsmen imprisoned in prison are useless..."

At midnight, a crescent moon hangs high in the dark blue sky, and a few sparse stars playfully play hide-and-seek with the gauzy gray clouds. The gentle breeze of the night brings the fragrance of flowers, trees, and earth, and the night shrouds the sky. Prince Zhongwu's palace seemed particularly quiet, with only a few candles swaying in the wind.

A flash of fire and the sound of fierce fighting suddenly broke the silence of the night. The people not far from the palace were already awakened and rushed over. Only to see a group of masked men in black protecting Gong Yuanhao, who was neatly dressed and had his eyes closed, escaping. After arriving at the palace, could it be that Gong Yuanhao's accomplices came to rescue him? Sure enough, the words of Qingyun, who led the purple guards and troops who followed, confirmed their suspicions.

"The bold traitor dared to break into the palace at night and rob the imperial court. He is so bold! Come on, take them all down!"

"yes!"

The purple-clothed guards immediately surrounded the group of black-clothed men, waving their cold-light weapons to kill the black-clothed men. After a while, most of the black-clothed men were killed.

The two men in black who were originally holding Gong Yuanhao on the left and right saw that the situation was not good. The man in black on the right stabbed Gong Yuanhao's heart with a knife, and the blood spurted out suddenly spattered everywhere, and then Gong Yuan was stabbed. Hao threw it towards Qingyun and said loudly: "He is dead, there is no point in returning it to you, hahahaha!" After saying that, the two of them were about to escape, but unexpectedly two cold lights flashed almost at the same time, and they fell heavily to the ground. On the ground, blood gurgled out from their necks, quickly staining the ground beneath them red.