After the evil concubine was reborn, she only wanted to abuse the scumbag

Chapter 585 589:

He Xiong knelt on the ground, cold sweat gushed out of his forehead, and a chill surged from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

Just when he was trembling and terrified, a pair of boots embroidered with Tengyun with gold thread came into his eyes, and then a pair of sharp fingers picked up the memorial in front of He Xiong.

He Xiong turned his head, just in time to meet Chu Jinyan's handsome face with a smile on the corner of his mouth but a murderous look in his eyes, and he choked in fright again.

"His Highness Eight..."

Chu Jinyan turned a blind eye to He Xiong's frightened expression. He opened the memorial with his hands, and his cold voice resounded faintly in the silent hall: "Forming a party for personal gain? Mr. He means that I should not communicate with the ministers of the court. If so If so, Royal Father..."

As he said that, Chu Jinyan glanced at Chu Chengli with a smile that was not a smile, and then looked at Emperor Chengde: "If this is regarded as forming a party for selfish purposes, then you have to investigate carefully, Father. Brother Second Emperor grew up in the palace, and has known you adults for a long time."

The implication is that if I call it forming a party for personal gain, then Chu Chengli is much more sinful than him.

Chu Chengli stood quietly at the side watching the play, and glared at Chu Jinyan from embarrassment when he heard the words: "The person who impeached you is He Yushi, why should the eighth brother hold me tight?"

Did he think he ordered He Xiong to do it?
Hmph, knowing that the emperor dotes on him, how stupid I am to ask someone to do such a thankless thing, or a slap, impeachment, before there is no real evidence, it is useless to speak out.

I don't know which idiot came up with the idea.

And An Guogong, who was secretly scolded by Chu Chengli as a fool, would stand aside as if he had nothing to do with the matter and was already superior.

He asked someone to imitate He Xiong's handwriting for the impeachment papers, and it was a trivial matter to stamp He Xiong's seal. Naturally, the purpose was not to compete against Chu Jinyan, but He Xiong.

If you dare to plot against his son, you must be prepared to bear his anger.

He Zhimiao's death had nothing to do with the Song family, they thought they would be able to make amends.

Pooh!
Do you think Song Nanchuan is a soft persimmon?

Suddenly, Chu Qingyun's sneering voice sounded: "Eighth brother, He Yushi said that you are close to me, and you are guilty of forming a clique for personal gain."

He Xiong was even more frightened when he heard this, his face was extremely pale.

"No, the minister never said that."

He justified incoherently, and a feeling of dying tightly wrapped around him.

How could this be?
He clearly has never been to this memorial.

Who is going to kill him.

He Xiong's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't calm down to analyze it. The pressure that Emperor Chengde exerted on him was so heavy that he almost fell to the ground.

Chu Jinyan seemed unable to see that He Xiong was about to break out of fear, and a playful voice sounded faintly: "Is that so, then from now on, we brothers should cut off the relationship, lest we have a good relationship and be crowned as forming a clique for personal gain. charges."

"Nonsense." A voice of scolding rolled over the hall like thunder, shaking all the officials into silence: "Sever the relationship between brothers, you might as well sever the relationship between father and son with me first."

Plop, plop!
As soon as Emperor Chengde's words fell, the people in the hall suddenly fell to their knees one by one, shouting: "Your Majesty, calm down."

"Father, calm down."

Several princes headed by Chu Chengli also knelt down one after another.

Out of the corner of Chu Chengli's eyes, he glanced at Chu Qingyun beside him with an inexplicable expression.

Chu Qingyun, are you sincerely attached to Chu Jinyan not to fight for the throne, or are you using this as an illusion to plan an unknown conspiracy.

(End of this chapter)