My bad words were heard by all the civil and military officials in the court

Chapter 153 Moving to Anhe Palace

He said with a serious face: "Da Ya, tell me the process of you taking the wooden doll. Don't miss any details."

Ye Shengxin knew the seriousness of the matter, so he narrated the story obediently, even telling how he twisted his waist several times before he could get out of the dog hole.

After listening, Zhang Liang frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "I think I know what Madam Ye is going to do?"

Emperor Jingming: "What?"

"Change bodies!"

"Young Master Ye is dead, and now his soul is about to dissipate because of the damage to this doll." Zhang Liang patted Ye Shengxin's shoulder.

The chill from that hand made Ye Shengxin feel uncomfortable and he leaned back, feeling a chill on his shoulder.

She wrinkled her nose and asked, "Change body? Whose? That Lord Ye? This mistress can't be so vicious, right?"

Zhang Liang stopped talking.

Emperor Jingming lowered his eyes, secretly shocked that there were such means in this world.

Hao Duanzhuang was not proficient in battle formations, but he had heard of this method. When he saw it now, he smacked his lips and secretly sighed that Ye Shengqing was lucky and that his mother had plans for him.

No, he has a bad life too.

At the last minute, I met Ye Shengxin, a man with both bad luck and great fortune. All my years of waiting were wasted. I was so scared that I was vomiting to death.

Ye Xingxin's heartbeat was unbalanced, and he got the answer in silence: "It really is that Lord Ye?"

"Then I..." She looked at the wooden doll that was broken into pieces and had no face, and continued:

"Then I can be considered to have saved that gentleman by accident. That gentleman has survived a great disaster, so he will surely have good fortune in the future."

Zhang Liang\Hao Duanzhuang: ...

This matter is ultimately their business. Now Emperor Jingming is worried that Ye Wanqiu, that strange woman, will come and ask:

"What should I do with this broken doll?"

Zhang Liang looked at Hao Duanzhuang.

Hao Duanzhuang jumped up and down like a black ball. "Young Master Ye's soul has basically dissipated. This kid..."

He picked it up and flew out of the yard.

Ye Shengxin and a few others followed, and then saw the doll being crushed into powder.

At this time, a gust of wind came and the powder was blown away by the wind.

Ye Shengqing's soul completely dissipated at this point, and the cold temperature around him gradually rose.

The sunlight fell on several people, and Ye Shengxin felt warm and particularly comfortable.

In this comfort, she prayed: "God bless you, I hope Mrs. Ye will not find out that her son's death has anything to do with us."

"Please let us live in peace for two more days, and please don't come to our house."

Three people:! ! !

This life is getting more and more exciting!

The ministers stroked their beards and said: Your Majesty, it must be very hard for you to follow Ye Shengxin.

The prince's eyes sparkled: After giving him the token, he wondered if his father would ask him for help.

Thinking of that scene, the prince's heart was trembling wildly. Why was he so excited?

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The moment the wooden doll containing Ye Shengqing's soul shattered, the white mist in Ye Shengqing's yard disappeared by half.

Ye Wanqiu, who had been waiting outside hoping that his son would get better this time, suddenly stood up, knocking over the fine yellow pear wood chair behind him.

She looked at her son's coffin, which she could now see directly, with a dark face, and her teeth almost bit her cheek until it bled.

Something happened to Sheng Qing.

Ye Wanqiu was extremely sure of this idea.

She walked quickly into the yard, her sharp and gloomy eyes sweeping over the evil objects arranged in the formation on the ground one by one.

Then there was a sudden pause.

After being dried in the shade for ten years, the chicken head with the baby's blood in its mouth broke into pieces.

The position of the chicken head is very important. Once it is destroyed, the power of the formation will be reduced by 20%.

Ye Wanqiu walked into his son's room with a huge rage in his heart.

The first thing she checked was the wooden bottle containing Ye Sheng’s hard work placed in front of the coffin.

When the wooden cork was pulled out, the clear water inside made Ye Wanqiu's eyes bulge and he vomited a mouthful of blood from his throat.

Unprecedented anger burned her reason, and she bent her back and came to her son's coffin. As expected, the wooden doll in his hand was gone.

Her son was murdered just now while she was guarding him closely.

Silent tears fell from Ye Wanqiu's eyes. She held her son's cold hand, and the excessive force caused Ye Shengqing's palm to make a "crackling" sound of bones breaking.

Ye Wanqiu seemed unaware. Her lips were bleeding, her face was strangely calm, and she said harshly:

"Qing'er, mother will avenge you."

"Mother, the person who harmed you will be sent down to see you soon."

Ye Wanqiu's eyes were so dark that there were no pupils, like stagnant water.

When Ye Zhengyao rushed in, he met such a pair of creepy eyes. Before he could say a word, his whole body collapsed. He couldn't bear the shock and fainted.

Old Mrs. Ye also rushed over. She stood outside the door and walked in, saying in surprise:

"Wanqiu, where did the coffin come from? Sheng Qing, that kid..."

Old Mrs. Ye stopped talking and came to the door. She saw her son who had fainted from fright, and also saw her eldest grandson who looked like a dead person in the coffin.

She raised her hands, in disbelief: "This...what on earth is going on? Why is Sheng Qing lying in there?"

Ye Wanqiu put down his son's hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and said with a little calmness in his madness:

"Mom, Sheng Qing died today, at Ye Shengxin's birthday party."

"She was the one who should have died today."

"But the one who died was my Sheng Qing, what do you think we should do?" One of Ye Wanqiu's eyes was full of tears, while the other was extremely calm.

Old Madam Ye had no time to feel sad when she heard the news. She was shocked: "What did you say? How can Sheng Xin die?"

Ye Wanqiu did not answer. She missed Old Lady Ye and went out. She told the servant outside the yard to carry Ye Zhengyao back and arranged her son's funeral in an orderly manner.

She even said in front of Old Madam Ye: "Spread the news that the eldest son of the Ye family passed away on the birthday of Jingzhao Yin."

"Her brother's death anniversary is always more important than her birthday."

After the news about the Ye Mansion spread, until sunset today, the people in the capital city talked about the news about the Ye Mansion after dinner.

It's a wedding in the morning and a funeral in the afternoon, to be honest.

They had lived for so many years but had never seen such a scene before, and there were all kinds of speculations at the moment.

In the palace, under the sky.

Among all the ministers, Zhao Zhentian was the first to stand up when he heard the news:

"Your Highness, this Madam Ye is acting treacherously. I beg Your Highness to send someone to investigate the true origins of this Madam Ye."

On the surface, Ye Wanqiu is the child of a distant relative of the Ye family. Her parents died when she was 15 years old, and she had an engagement with Ye Zhengyao of the Ye family.

After her parents died, she came to the Ye Mansion and only after a three-year mourning period did she marry Ye Zhengyao and have a child.

In the eyes of the servants in the Ye mansion, Ye Wanqiu, the mistress of the house, does not oppress her concubine, does not withhold money from the servants, does not take her anger out on the maids and servants, and does not take the initiative to cause trouble.

Apart from being dignified and smiling less, she could really be considered a mistress of the house who could not be more qualified.

But she is such a peaceful person, and she has an evil body-changing formation that they really have to be on guard against.

The prince agreed to General Zhao's proposal.

Silence returned to the court, and the ministers focused their attention back on the sky.

It was getting dark at this time. The fact that Ye Shengxin and a few others were taken by Hao Duanzhuang to Luo'an and the palace for refuge cleared the tense atmosphere in the Golden Palace.

Many ministers observed a moment of silence for the unlucky King Anhe.

I have to say, Your Majesty and his men are very good at choosing places.

They landed in a closed, uninhabited courtyard with a nice view, and let An and Wang, the big enemy, be their free bodyguards. This was a really good plan.

As one of the beneficiaries of the strategy, Xuanyuan Huhan was tied up and hung in the air, acting as a seesaw balancer as soon as he landed on the ground.

The uncontrollable spinning in the air made him dizzy and vomiting.

Ye Shengxin and the others turned their faces away with disgust.

Emperor Jingming: "You haven't exercised enough. You need to exercise harder."

Xuanyuan Huhan: ...

Xuanyuan Huhan looked at this devil and the vomiting that had just stopped broke out again, and he vomited until he fainted.

Ye Xingxin couldn't bear to watch it any longer: "When will this burden be sent back?"

Emperor Jingming: "If you don't pay me tomorrow, I'll have Hao Duanzhuang send a message to double the money."

Ye Xingxin: "This is a good idea. It will save the old emperor from procrastinating."

Prince:......

He gritted his teeth. Here, have someone deliver the money to the designated brothel tomorrow morning.

The courtyard of the Anhe Palace was cleaned regularly. Ye Shengxin and his companions went in, took their quilts and went to sleep. There were two rooms for four people.

Ye Shengxin lived in a separate room because she annoyed Zhang Liang's snoring, Emperor Jingming's teeth grinding, and Cui Luoshan's talking in his sleep.

The three of them agreed to her request.

After sleeping till dawn, Hao Duanzhuang went to the kitchen of Anhe Palace to bring back food and reported:

"The old emperor has sent silver."

Ye Xingxin drank the lotus seed porridge made by the chef of the palace, raised his eyebrows, and said thankfully: "Finally, I can get rid of the burden of the eighteenth prince."

Emperor Jingming ate the green stir-fried vegetables slowly. He asked Ye Xingxin, "Do you want to vent your anger more?"

Ye Xingxin was puzzled: "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Liang put down his chopsticks, fearing that he would be choked by His Majesty's weird actions.

Cui Luoshan bit the bun and prepared to cooperate with Dayu.

Emperor Jingming said slowly: "On the way here, I saw that Lincheng was repairing the city wall. They were in great need of workers. As the government treasury was short of money, they only paid ten coins per person per day."

"But fortunately, I am provided with three meals a day. Apart from being a little tired, there are no other problems."

Ye Xingxin blinked: "Speaking of the point."

Emperor Jingming looked at the three people and said, "Lincheng is not far from here. What do you think? Should we send this prince to repair the city wall?"

"And I can get ten taels of silver for free."

"Duanzhuang, hurry up and you'll be back in two hours."

Ministers:...

The ministers were all wiping tears, Your Majesty, that’s your own son.

You are an emperor, but you sell your prince to do hard labor and buy him for ten taels of silver. Do you really have no respect for yourself?

Zhang Liang trembled his lips, and then trembled again. After shivering for a long time, he asked blankly:

"Does it have to be this way?"

Emperor Jingming nodded firmly: "Ten taels of silver can be exchanged for five thousand meat buns."

Zhang Liang closed his eyes: "...In this case, I hope you won't regret it in the future."