Chapter 610： Zhien

The sky is just getting bright, the prince...Now it's time to be called the Yang family. She didn't even bring anything close to her body, but took Brother Chun into a humble carriage and went straight to Jingyuan.

The Witch Gu was in the East Palace, she didn't want to touch even the precious things, all the treasures combined were not as precious as her brother Chun.

In the carriage, Chun brother asked Yang with red eyes, "Mother, how is father?"

The little man has realized that it is not good.

Yang looked down at his son and said softly: "Your father made a mistake, so the emperor's grandfather punished him to think behind closed doors."

Brother Chun stared at his hands without saying a word.

Yang embraced Brother Chun and asked, "Don't Brother Chun like Jingyuan? Winter is coming, and then your mother will accompany you and your sisters to build snowmen and snowball fights..."

The prince committed a crime, and the favored court lady participated in it. The consequence was that, except for her, all the prince's women in the East Palace rewarded Bai Ling. The two concubines of Brother Chun can now only rely on the Yang family.

Brother Chun remained silent for a long time, raised his eyes and looked at Yang, pursing his lips and asked: "Mother, father made a big mistake, was he given to death?"

Yang's face changed slightly: "Brother Chun, don't think about it."

Brother Chun shook his head: "I didn't think about it. Mother, I know..."

Know what, Brother Chun did not go on, but Yang suddenly burst into tears.

What kind of sin has been done to make such a big child understand this.

Yang embraced Brother Chun with a heart cut.

Brother Chun blinked lightly and hugged Yang's: "Mother, don't cry, it's fine for Brother Chun to have you."

Yang wiped his tears and tried to show a smile: "Well, my mother will always be with Brother Chun."

At this moment, she was very grateful to someone.

If there were no simple and profound words from Princess Yan, she would just follow the rules and didn't run to her father so diligently. At this moment, she might have one of the three-foot white silk.

She couldn't die, and she didn't dare to die. Brother Chun would have no mother after she died.

The carriage drove in the misty morning, and it was so quiet that there was only the sound of horse hooves and wheels turning.

Yang's fortune and fear, softly said to Brother Chun: "Brother Chun, my mother hopes that you will always be kind and generous, and be smart enough to maintain your kindness and generosity. There is one person who is our benefactor. ..."

The carriage went farther and farther, and gradually fell silent.

But the court turned the sky after dawn.

The prince was convicted of rebellion last night, and the prince and grandson were demoted as commoners and moved out of the East Palace. The servants and maids in the East Palace were involved in countless cases. Only one night later, the entire East Palace was empty.

When Pan Hai announced these in front of hundreds of civil and military officials, Yang Deguang, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, passed out directly.

No one dared to support him, and when Pan Hai was about to leave, they all surrounded him.

"Grandpa Pan, what is going on?"

"Yes, Grandpa Pan, how could the prince seek rebellion?"

"Duke Pan, will the emperor go to court tomorrow?"

Pan Hai's complexion was deep, his eyes turned blue, and he said coldly: "My sirs, don't ask more, wait for the emperor to slow down, and the six important ministers will be called to discuss matters."

Pan Hai finished speaking and left, but the officials did not leave.

Such a huge event happened without warning, and the emperor's handling of the East Palace was even more rushing. What happened?

How did the prince conspire?

The ministers had doubts and waited hard.

They cannot leave without waiting for an answer.

Although the emperor is the ninth-five, supreme, it is too much to give the prince to death without consulting the minister.

"They haven't left, right?" Jing Mingdi opened his eyes and asked when he heard the familiar footsteps, closing his eyes.

Pan Hai hurriedly stepped forward and squeezed his shoulders for Emperor Jingming: "The emperor, you didn't close your eyes much all night, let's sleep for a while."

"Send a few academics and six ministers to the Hall of Nourishment."

"The emperor--" Pan Hai didn't move, worried that Emperor Jingming could not stand it.

Emperor Jingming gave a wry smile: "I am upset with their hearts, and I can't sleep at ease. Go."

The ministers who were summoned almost couldn't wait to rush to the Hall of Cultivation of Hearts, including Yang Deguang, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, who had previously passed out. It can be clearly seen that the ministers kept a certain distance from Yang Deguang.

The officials were stunned when they saw Emperor Jingming.

But in just one day, the emperor looked a few years old.

"All are here." Emperor Jing Ming glanced around at the ministers, his voice full of fatigue.

The ministers all aimed at Gu Juguan, the chief assistant of the court.

At this time, naturally the first auxiliary top should be in front.

Gu Juguan was unambiguous, even if Emperor Jingming was tired and mourned, he did not retreat.

He cleared his throat and asked: "The emperor, dare you ask the prince how he was given death for rebellion?"

The officials looked serious.

If the emperor can't give a reason, they won't leave easily.

The second waste prince, the death crown prince, Da Zhou could not bear such a toss.

Emperor Jingming was silent, and when the officials thought that he would not answer, he said: "Witch Gu."

The ministers were shocked.

Emperor Jingming said solemnly: "My heart is suddenly choked, and the emperor is helpless. Someone in the East Palace told the prince to curse me with a puppet. After a search, he found a puppet with the eight characters of my birthday in the flowerpot in the prince's bedroom. … The prince’s heart is condemning, but the laws of heaven cannot tolerate…

Emperor Jingming said, looking at Yang Deguang, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites.

Yang Deguang slowly slumped to the ground.

It turned out to be Wu Gu, did the prince suffer from madness?

All the officials were dumbfounded.

They were still thinking of fighting with the emperor for reasons. Who would have imagined that the prince would harm the emperor with witch Gu.

Throughout history, anyone who has been involved in the scourge of Witch Gu, not to mention the planners themselves, can kill tens of thousands of people.

The emperor gave the prince to death, and only degraded the prince and grandson to common people, which is already considered generous.

"I have high hopes for the prince, who did not expect him to do such a frenzied thing like killing the king and killing the father. Thinking about this, I am extremely sad and can't sleep all night. If you love Qing is fine, please retreat."

"The ministers retired." All the ministers withdrew, and everyone felt heavy.

The officials waiting outside came up to ask questions. These people shook their heads and walked away quickly.

Emperor Jingming did not take a rest, but summoned several princes, explained the prince's affairs, and finally said: "I hope you take the abandonment of the prince as a lesson, and don't do anything you regret."

All the princes said in unison: "The son will follow his father's instructions."

Emperor Jingming waved his hand and motioned everyone to leave.

King Qi returned to the Qi Palace, closed the door and laughed: "The prince can actually think of harming people with Witch Gu, and he is also capable."

When the princess Qi learned about the fate of the prince, she was quite frightened: "The prince, the maidservant who instigated the prince to use a puppet to harm people--"

"not my business."

"Is this a coincidence..."

King Qi sneered: "There are too many people who want the prince to die. Maybe it was a few of them who bought it. Presumably the father will not let go of the investigation. In short, we can't find it."