When the Crazy Batch Queen took the HE script, she went crazy and killed her

He ​​paused slightly and said with some uncertainty: "It's just that the queen has a weird temperament and behaves erratically, which is not like an ordinary woman. I don't think she is a good match for the emperor."

Zhao Zongheng smiled, turned his head to look at Zhao Yuanxu and said, "Uncle Huang has never thought that I am not good enough for her?"

Zhao Yuanzhen: "..."

He was silenced and looked like the emperor of a country...

Being able to make him say such words made Zhao Yuanzhen a little more curious about the existence of Si Ningchi. What kind of woman could make the usually ruthless emperor so excited?

He doesn't quite understand.

"Your uncle has worked hard for me for many years, and it's time to get married." Zhao Zongheng drank the tea from the cup, looked at Zhao Yuanzhen with a smile and said, "I still remember when my father proposed to my uncle for marriage."

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"It has been more than ten years since King Lu came to Beijing on New Year's Day, and the emperor's uncle will be able to meet your little princess who is married to you on the fingertips." Zhao Zongheng said seriously: "King Lu has never seen him in many years.

I must have been waiting for this day when I left the fiefdom."

"If the emperor's uncle can marry King Lu, then I will have another help. I can take this opportunity to keep King Lu in the capital, and the army in King Lu's hands can also be used by me."

Zhao Yuanzhen did not respond as he listened, and seemed to have no reaction to what Zhao Zongheng said. King Lu had guarded Fengzhou for many years, and rarely came to Beijing except to pay tribute during the New Year.

Eighteen years ago, King Lu brought Princess Lu, who was pregnant with Liujia, to Beijing to celebrate the birthday of Empress Dowager Dening. Zhao Yuanzhen was only nine years old at that time. There were several jokes at the banquet about whether Princess Lu would give birth to a baby.

The little princess then pointed it out to Zhao Yuanzhen. Unexpectedly, soon after King Lu returned to Fengzhou, news came that a little princess had indeed been born.

When the late emperor was still alive, he often mentioned this matter, and Zhao Zongheng himself knew about it. However, after the death of the late emperor, a rebellion broke out between the eight kings seizing power. King Xu of Lu would not go to the capital to avoid suspicion, and he would avoid it if he could.

It has been three years since Zhao Zongheng took the throne. This year King Lu presented a jasper orb, which is obviously a hint that the New Year will be lively.

"There are many things going on in the court now. If I return to the court, I'm afraid it will be difficult to decide on the marriage." Zhao Yuanzhen frowned slightly, lowered his head and said, "Should this matter be discussed later?"

"You are used to shirking." Zhao Zongheng looked at Zhao Yuanzhen and said, "This matter is not urgent. It won't be too late to talk to the little princess who meets King Lu. If she is a close girl, the emperor's uncle should not shirk the situation."<

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"You have done enough for me and Tianqing, and it's time for me to think about you in the future."

"..."

Zhao Yuanzhen was a little helpless. He laughed a little when he heard Zhao Zongheng's tone. He looked at Zhao Zongheng with a smile on his lips and said: "The emperor has been emperor for many years, and now his tone is more and more similar to that of the late emperor."

Zhao Zongheng's face darkened: "Don't mention him to me, I'm much more powerful than him, huh."

Zhao Zongheng stood up as he spoke, saying that the court affairs had not yet been processed and left. Zhao Yuanzhen looked at Zhao Zongheng's leaving back and smiled softly, taking a sip from the tea cup.

Get a wife...

He never seemed to think about it.

Sacrifice in the palace was handed down from the previous dynasty. It seems that because there were ghosts in the palace, which frightened the favored concubine crazy, the late emperor issued an order to perform sacrifices and prayers, and held a ritual ceremony to burn paper ingots to save the souls of the dead. Later, this

The crazy palace concubine was cured after a quick operation, and from then on she would set up an altar to cast spells at this time every year.

Over time, it became a custom in the palace, as if this could comfort the souls of the dead in the palace and bring peace to the house.

On the day when I met the master and entered the palace, the sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain again.

Someone has already set up the altar in front of the palace gate, and the soul-calling flags are swaying left and right in the wind. It looks like that. The offering table is filled with various tributes, and beside the brazier on the other side,

There are paper ingots and paper clothes for burning.

Zhao Zongheng came out of the Xuanming Hall and looked up to see the group of palace maids heading towards the harem, holding melon and fruit offerings.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Zongheng frowned, his mind still stuck in the atmosphere of the discussion with all the adults just now.

"They should be the sacrifices prepared for today's sacrifice." Wang Chengxiang followed the emperor's gaze, bowed his head slightly and said with a smile: "In previous years, the mage would be invited to the palace to perform rituals, and this year is no exception."

"...Master!?" Zhao Zongheng didn't take it seriously at first, but when he heard it, his whole body was suddenly shaken, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look in the direction of the harem.

"Yes, Master Yun is a well-known mage in the capital. I heard that he is very capable of exorcising evil spirits." Wang Chengxiang looked at Zhao Zongheng with a smile and said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, as long as Master Yun is here, how dare evil spirits cause trouble in the palace.

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Zhao Zongheng suddenly took a breath of air when he heard this.

Then he turned around and ran to the harem. Wang Chengxiang shouted in surprise: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!? Your Majesty is still waiting in the palace, Your Majesty——!"

Wang Chengxiang hurriedly chased the emperor, and at this time, an altar had been set up in an open space in the harem. The gray beard of the interviewing master in monk's robes already looked very old, but he held a staff in such a serious posture.<

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"Light the incense and set up the altar!" As the time came, the meeting master slowly opened his eyes and officially began the process of setting up the altar.

Si Ningchi stood to the side and watched the ceremony, while Concubine De and Concubine Xian stood behind one after another, each of them looking at it very seriously, as if they really wanted to see some evil ghost from this ceremony.

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Debris blown up by the burning of the yellow paper were scattered everywhere. While meeting the master to recite sutras and practices, Si Ningchi suddenly saw Zhao Zongheng rushing out. He didn't even have time to take a closer look and saw our emperor.

With an angry look in his eyes, he kicked the altar with the sacrifices.

The good altar was kicked over by the emperor, and the incense and ash brazier was smashed to the ground. The meeting master was shocked, and the good practice process came to an abrupt end.

"Get it for me!" Zhao Zongheng's eyes were red, and he turned to look at Si Ningchi.

With a panicked look on his face, and a bit nervous and apprehensive, he strode up to Si Ningchi, stared at her tightly with his eyes and asked in a mute voice: "Are you okay?"

Si Ningchi: "???"

What could happen to her?

I think meeting the master seems to be something important!

An eminent monk was pushed to the ground by a group of guards. How could he still have the slightest trace of the eminent monk's demeanor?

"What's going on, Your Majesty?" Si Ningchi shook his head and looked at Zhao Zongheng with a confused expression. Could it be that this meeting master is pretending to be a murderous and ruthless gangster?

"It's okay." Zhao Zongheng saw that Si Ningchi's expression was as usual, and he quietly let go of his worries. He stepped forward and held her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Throw him out to me." Zhao Zongheng glared at the meeting master with a fierce look and said: "From today on, no private meetings are allowed in the palace without my will!"