Zhou Junwei handled the fake emperor and dived into the Qingqing Palace from the secret passage. He saw Zhou Wu Di Yin Hong's shoulder and his eyebrows jumped hard.
“Your Majesty, what are you doing?” How can you be so self-inflicted? He quickly walked over, picked up a roll of cloth and a bottle of wound medicine from the table and re-wrapped him.
“Has Mulberry returned safely to the palace?” Zhou Wudi picked up a cloth towel beside the bed and slowly wiped the blood from his hands.
“The Shen escorted Princess De Fei back to Biao Palace safely before she arrived. Mother's brain is not ordinary and she has already guessed that the assassination could be a play.” Junwei sighs. Toffy's eyes are so clear, it's a waste to throw a daughter.
Zhou Wudi smiled softly and the pain on his shoulder eased a lot. After the wound was bandaged up, he got up and dressed in a large jar, opened the organ in the bedroom, and walked into a secret room with Junwei.
In the secret room, Changxi was tied to a chair with five flowers, his mouth filled with cloth, and he saw Zhou Wudi walking in with a tiger. His eyes first glared at him. After he had pitch-black eyes like a vast abyss of abyss, his angry expression turned to shock, then he shouted in despair.
“Do you recognize me?” Zhou Wudi sat across from him with a golden knife, hands on the case table, and a long index finger tapped the tabletop with a rhythm.
Chang Xi's heart was almost shattered by this banging sound, her face was white as paper, and a large drop of cold sweat slipped from her forehead. Yu Junwei walked forward and ripped off his mouth.
“Your Majesty, the slave ghost is obsessed. Please forgive him.” Chang Xi shuddered for forgiveness, and his body trembled like a sieve.
Zhou Wudi sighed and laid idly on the back of the chair. He watched Changxi earn the chair and lay on his feet like a dead dog.
“Your Majesty, slaves are forced! The princess poisoned the slave, and the slave had to! Slaves only knew many secrets of the Princess Liang and Master Shen. The slaves told the Emperor all of them. Please forgive the death of the slave for what he has made up for.” Weeping tears.
“Spare your fucking life?” Zhou Wudi playfully chewed this sentence, seemed to think of something, laughed low, but there was no joy in the laughter, only the thorough cold, which made the constant joy shake even more powerful.
Tell me, what do you know? ”Half an hour later, he laughed, knocking on the table with his fingers.
“Lady Liang poisoned all the princes to ensure that they could not live adulthood and not endanger her children. She also gave all the sleeping princesses soup, so that they could no longer have children. Moreover, this Qing Qing palace is full of her people, and the eyes of the other palaces are countless...” Changxi bamboo tube poured beans as a general confession, fearing that it would be given death if the speech was slow.
Poison all princes and princesses, which Zhou Wudi had long anticipated, not much ups and downs. He closed his eyes and looked at him when he talked about the idea, "Do you know all these lines and nails? ”
“More than 80% of slaves know that only the Princess of Good will and the lady of the palace next to her will know.” Chang Xi nodded hastily and his desperate face rose with a glimmer of hope.
“Write down the list.” Zhou Wudi waved his hand and the guard beside him untied Changxi's rope and handed him a set of paper and pens. Chang Xi trembled to take over and strangled his brains on the ground.
Zhou Wudi's one-handed forehead, faceless, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Chang Xi had not finished writing, and a guard knocked on the door and delivered a piece of paper to him. This is the content of the confession just made by the late Qing Dynasty who was captured, similar to Changxi's confession, which was accompanied by several lists of dense numbness.
Zhou Wudi carefully read the list and handed it over to Zhuang Junwei beside him. Yu Junwei counted roughly the number of people, and his heart darkened. Still, God can't help but swap back. Otherwise, kill into the palace, hold on to the throne, lurk with so many nails around you. Seriously, you can't even sleep. As is the case in the palace, the situation in the chapel is certainly not optimistic either.
Half an hour later, Changxi finally finished writing, handed over a piece of paper to the guard, who bowed to Zhou Wudi. Zhou Wudi picked it up and compared it to the late clearing list.
Chang Xi said, “Your Majesty...”
“Sticker officer.” Zhou Wudi waved his hand and spoke very lightly. Chang Xi heard this speech suddenly softened, his throat was like an iron ball, and he couldn't make a sound.
The guard promised to pull him up and tie him back to the chair, soaking him with the rest of the paper, one by one, on his face. At first, he slipped his legs violently, struggled violently, and went down five or six sheets of paper slowly to stiffness, eventually losing his voice.
Zhou Wudi didn't even sweep his eyes. He only frowned and read the two lists carefully. Then he handed them to Zhen Junwei. He said, "First pull out the nails of Qian Qing Palace, Bituo Palace, Cining Palace, Tai Hospital and Internal Affairs Department. The other palaces will be handled slowly later. ”
Yu Junwei Yingnuo, reviewing the list, exclaimed, "In just a few months, Tai Hospital and the Department of Internal Affairs were firmly dragged into the hands of Liang Fei, really good means! However, there is no comparison with the Princess Tokushima. There are only three or two nails in the Bituo Palace, and they are all servants. They deserve to be the daughter of the Duke of Meng, and the means to cure them are extraordinary! ”
Zhou Wudi smiled and his heavy breath suddenly dissipated into the invisible.