After being a widow, the empress dowager was favored by the powerful ministers

Chapter 144 Returning to Beijing
Surprisingly, on the way back to Beijing, there was no assassination like when he came here, which is unavoidably surprising.

Along the way, Sheng Baoling and Pei Ci's group had always maintained extremely high vigilance, but the assassin never showed up. The road was too smooth, which inevitably made people feel suspicious.

Neither of them thought that the little emperor would give up after several failed assassinations.

What's more, they brought back Pinglehou. If something happened to Pinglehou, the little emperor and some important officials in the court would not be able to hide the pickling.

So, how could these people let Ping Lehou be escorted to the capital.

Sheng Baoling pursed her lips tightly, and put down the curtain she was clutching in her hands. If she were herself, she would send someone to ambush along the road, and kill Ping Lehou on the road. Only the dead can be trusted to avoid future troubles.

But none of these people?
It was so calm that it made people feel confused and unable to relax their vigilance.

When he returned to the capital, before entering the city gate, people from Dali Temple came and blocked the way, saying that he had followed the official's order to take over Pinglehou Fanyuan.

There are too many people involved in Fan Yuan, so it is naturally impossible for Pei Ci to hand Fan Yuan over to Dali Temple.

The two sides were deadlocked at the gate of the city, and neither was willing to back down.

The people in Dali Temple looked at Pei Ci in embarrassment, "Master Pei, the younger ones have also received orders from their superiors, and they are ordered by the officials to come here to take over. Please don't make things difficult for me, sir."

Pei Ci pursed his thin lips, it was not words, but Li Sheng next to him, who scolded in a cold voice, "Since it is an official order, can there be an imperial edict, if there is no imperial edict, can there be a written order, where is the written order?"

At this time, Sheng Baoling was quite clear that the little emperor was going to be secretive, and he was going to make it clear.

Fan Yuan wanted to leave in such an open and aboveboard manner, as for whether he should die or live, it was entirely on his mind.

Fan Yuan at this time, I am afraid that the weight is not heavy enough for the little emperor.

In this way, if Fan Yuan fell into the hands of the little emperor, it would be a dead end.

All the people in Dali Temple were waiting, and they were in a dilemma. There was no imperial decree, that is, the order of the officials, and it was said by the superiors.

Sheng Baoling looked at Pei Ci, only to see Pei Ci's cold voice, "There is neither an imperial decree nor a written order, so I'm sorry I can't hand it over to anyone."

As soon as Pei Ci's words came out, the two-sided scene became even more stalemate.

Li Sheng scolded, "Hurry up and get out of the way, delaying our lord's return to the palace to report on our duties, can you afford it!?"

When I was outside, I always talked less, and sometimes Li Sheng was so unnoticed by others, but now she is full of momentum.

Just one person shocked the few people in front of him.

Sheng Baoling, who witnessed this scene, frowned slightly. It seemed that this little guard, who was quiet and easy to fool, was still a good hand by Pei Ci's side and could solve many troubles.

The people of Dali Temple dare not stop them anymore. To put it bluntly, the person in front of him is Pei Ci, the prime minister of the court, and the celebrity in front of the Queen Mother. Even their Dali Temple ministers dare not offend them. What's wrong with you.

He could only watch helplessly as Fan Yuan was taken away by Pei Ci's men.

But at this time, when Pei Ci and his party entered the city, in a closed private room, Grand Master Lou and the others were in a hurry!

If Fan Yuan fell into Pei Ci's hands, it would be equivalent to falling into the Queen Mother's hands!
How can this be good?

Grand Master Lou had already entered the palace before, but the little emperor's attitude was very ordinary, he didn't care much about Fan Yuan, he felt that he was the emperor, no one could endanger him, it was really absurd.

The little emperor's attitude once again chilled the hearts of Mr. Lou Taishuai and his courtiers who were loyal to the little emperor.

In fact, the little emperor really didn't care about it.

He is the Son of Heaven, the world is his own, so what if he takes it and uses it?

No matter what Fan Yuan said, it was purely framed, and he would die at that time.

As far as he is concerned, it has no half impact.

But in the end it is too long in a high position, young, think better, it is too taken for granted.

It was with such thoughts that Pei Ci was given the opportunity to make calculations now.

Just after Pei Ci entered the palace to report on his duties, Sheng Baoling also switched back with Jian Jia at the same time. Jian Jia and Qiuyi told everything about the little emperor's visit before, including the fact that the little emperor found out that Jian Jia was fake. The thing, the fear of dying, still scares them when they think about it.

Sheng Baoling narrowed his eyes slightly, it seemed that the little emperor was hiding deep enough.

Knowing these things clearly, but not mentioning them one by one, just watching from behind.

I followed Pei Ci southward this trip, so I naturally couldn't hide it from anyone, but fortunately, I captured a Fan Yuan, and I'll see how many bones I can break the little emperor.

There was worry and fear in Jian Jia's eyes, "Madam, I will not dare to pretend to be you anymore, even His Royal Highness King Jing can tell."

Sheng Baoling was startled, King Jing?

"King Jing has also been here?"

Jian Jia and Qiu Yi nodded, "I've been here, if His Royal Highness King Jing hadn't appeared and taken the officials away, I'm afraid that the servants and others would not be able to see the empress today."

The two of them recounted the ins and outs of King Jing's visit, and found out from those little details that they probably exposed themselves in front of King Jing.
It's just that she doesn't know how, she clearly looks so much alike, how did King Jing and the little emperor find out.

This point, Jian Jia still can not understand.

Hearing this, Sheng Baoling's thin lips were tightly pursed. If King Jing found out, he would definitely search for someone to check his whereabouts.

However, as long as the matter of Ping Lehou fermented, the capital of Bianjing should be in chaos, and this atmosphere could also be changed.

King Jing is a man of integrity and treats his courtiers and common people with sincerity, which no little emperor can compare to.

Thinking about it this way, Sheng Baoling didn't take it too seriously.

It's just that this trip to the south made her think about some things, and when all the dust settled, she would have to decide where to go.

The rich and noble people in Bianjing City, the queen mother in this palace holds the power in one hand, and the scenery is infinite, but it's a pity that they are not what she wants.

It was probably this trip to the south that made her discover what she really wanted.

The first emperor once said that if one day you don't want to stay inside this high wall anymore, you can do whatever you want.

At that time, she was not able to understand what the late Emperor meant, but now she understands everything.

He seemed to understand what the late emperor said about Pei Ci before he left.

Since the first emperor chose the crown prince, he naturally would not be concerned about King Jing, who had never been favored. Naturally, Pei Ci was not the way he arranged for King Jing.

It was she who had misunderstood.

Now, going back and thinking about it, those words, expressions, and those instructions all proved that Pei Ci was clearly the way out that the late emperor had arranged for him.

Wanting to understand this, Sheng Baoling felt warm in his heart.

Before the late emperor left, he was planning for himself.

Not a father, but better than a father.

(End of this chapter)