Quickly wear white moonlight, she took the villain script

Chapter 413
Thick and dull cumulus clouds like snow mountains were extremely low, and the lead gray clouds blocked the light to death, and the whole capital city became gloomy.

The splendid palace is like a creeping giant beast, and after the pale golden halo fades away, only the frightening gloom remains.

The first drops of rain fell with a tick, and then came the squalls and showers.

An eunuch turned the corner quickly, carefully holding the tray in his hand, which contained freshly brewed medicine.

Medicines are sent in.

Not long after, there was a crisp sound from inside. The sound of broken porcelain was covered by the sound of rain, making it unreal.

"what!"

Then, another exclamation came from inside.

There was no other sound.

After the incident of vomiting blood in the imperial study, the emperor has been bedridden, and most importantly, the memorials were directly handed over to the palace for review.

The dormitory was even more heavily guarded, only those who delivered the medicine and memorials were left, and the rest were not allowed to approach.

The emperor was so sick that even the empress was detained in front of the bed to wait on her.
I don't know how this delicate and beautiful person will be tortured.

Not long after the eunuch who delivered the medicine left the palace, he ran into an acquaintance.

"How is it? How is your majesty feeling better today?"

The eunuch who delivered the medicine shook his head, "I didn't see anyone, so I think it's not good, I heard that even the medicine bowl was dropped."

How can this person get better if he doesn't take medicine?
The heavy rain fell on the umbrella, but the rain was too heavy, and a large area of ​​my body was still wet.

The two people who were talking briefly met and then parted. The news passed through layers of palace walls and flew into the hands of those who cared.

However, in the palace.

Mo Qin threw the memorial on Jun Ye, and angrily ran to the table and sat down. Jun Ye, who was leaning on the bed, was only wearing a thin underwear, and his long black hair was scattered on the brocade quilt.

His raised lips were too bright red, and under the open front of his clothes, two scratches could be vaguely seen, which were obviously freshly applied last night.

There was resentment in Mo Qin's tone, "You are sick in the house, why can't I go out?"

Jun Ye turned over from the bed, stepped on the ground with bare feet, and walked towards Mo Qin without arranging his clothes.

"Isn't it okay for you to stay here with me?"

Mo Qin turned his head away from looking at him, and refused physically.

Seeing someone coming to sit next to her, she stood up abruptly and wanted to leave, but Jun Ye grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, wrapping her arms around her waist, and she was hugged into his arms.

Mo Qin wanted to break free, but Jun Ye didn't let go, "Hurry up and read your memorial!"

He didn't read the memorials, but coaxed in a low voice, "Read it to me, I'm still sick."

Jun Ye's complexion was ruddy, and there was a sly light in his eyes, like a child playing a prank, he didn't look sick at all.

It's okay if you don't mention it, but once you mention Mo Qin, you will get angry again.

Earlier, Jun Ye said that he didn't want to read the memorial, so he begged Mo Qin to read it to him. Mo Qin thought that this person was betrayed by a good friend, so he agreed.

But before she finished reading a book, this person became unruly. Mo Qin glared at him, but instead of stopping, he asked her to continue reading.

She sneered, "What a beautiful idea!"

The two tugged and saw that Jun Ye's clothes were scattered even more, and he didn't care.

"Okay, then don't read the memorial and do something else."

As he spoke, he continued what he hadn't done before.

"Your memorial has not yet..."

"It's okay, those memorials can be read in less than half an hour, and it's not too late to read them later..."

What Yun Rongsheng did didn't seem to leave any traces in Jun Ye's heart, except that he sat there for a few hours on the day of the incident, and the subsequent plans were done in an orderly manner, saying that he would not forget to have fun when he was locked in the room after being sick.

Except for the necessary things, it is extraordinarily absurd.

It's a rare indulgence he's had in the past 20 years.
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It was still raining the next day.

Jun Chen sat on the bed and listened to the sound of rain outside the window, feeling more and more irritable.

A letter was delivered from outside the mansion yesterday, and the army he secretly dispatched back had arrived at the designated location, everything was ready, just waiting for Jun Ye to die.

He casually flipped through the books on his lap, imagining the bright future over and over again in his mind, even those in his dreams these days.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the house, and the sound of dull and complicated footsteps came from far and near.

He frowned, doubts and anxiety exploded in his mind, his thoughts were like willow catkins soaked by heavy rain, nailed into the mud, stagnant and unable to move.

"Bold, you..."

boom--

The carved wooden door was knocked open without warning.

He walked in with low, heavy footsteps stained with mud and water. The general in armor had a sword hanging on his waist. There were raindrops on his cold armor and scabbard. The people following him carried bright yellow imperial edicts.

Jun Chen shivered from the cold that broke into the house along with him.

Jun Chen's heart sank heavily, his slightly pale face was not angry and majestic, and he didn't show any panic.

"What is General Lin doing?"

General Lin's cold eyes were like sharp blades, and the corners of his mouth were raised, full of complacency and sarcasm.

"There is a decree from the Holy Spirit. This general knows that the prince's legs and feet are inconvenient, so I came here to announce the decree for you."

As he said that, the two people behind him stepped forward, and the imperial decree embroidered with dragon patterns was slowly unfolded. The long strip was like a white silk that strangled his throat, like a blade that severed his head.

Jun Chen's mind was buzzing, and the voice of General Lin reading out the imperial decree overwhelmed the heavy rain outside, destroying his will every word.

After an unknown amount of time, the imperial decree was finally read out.

To sum it up, Jun Chen intended to rebel, was ordered to ransack his home, and was thrown into prison.

"King Zunyi accepts the order." General Lin laughed again after speaking, "Look at my memory, the prince is unable to accept the order due to his inconvenient legs and feet."

The person who rolled up the imperial decree next to him understood, and held the imperial decree in both hands and sent it to Jun Chen.

Jun Chen's face sank like water, and he knocked down the imperial edict by raising his hand.

"What a Junye! Is it so impatient?"

General Lin was not annoyed, and put his right hand on the hilt of the sword beside him, "My lord, the evidence is solid, so don't struggle to your death."

Jun Chen supported the edge of the bed with both hands, as if he wanted to get up, his eyes were ruthless.

"Hahahaha, Jun Ye is sick in bed, but he doesn't forget to kill me! If you want to kill me, have you asked my [-] troops?!"

General Lin turned around and paused. Instead of being frightened, he even smiled.

"My lord probably doesn't know yet, there was a turmoil at the border a few days ago, Qu Meng, Guan Jie and others returned to Beijing without orders, and they were executed last night."

Jun Chen stared angrily, "What?! This is impossible!"

No matter whether it is in the court or in the army, his arrangements are complete and complete. There is a steady stream of good news these days, how could it fail...

The downpour hit the branches, and the tiny branches hung their heads and dipped into the muddy water. There were mournful cries and begging for mercy in the distance, and the thick water vapor in the air blurred the distant scenery.

Suddenly he seemed to smell the smell of earth and blood.

(End of this chapter)