The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

As he spoke, Jiuqu sighed, "Zhao Heng didn't do anything after he succeeded to the throne. It's only because of a group of virtuous ministers that he can live smoothly until now. It is true that his ancestors have accumulated virtue."

The ancestors accumulated virtue and handed over the Xuanwu of Guotai Minan to him.

His ancestors accumulated virtue and left behind a group of virtuous ministers, allowing him to sit firmly on the throne without doing anything.

This fate, this fate, as long as he strives a little bit, he can also be a wise king praised by future generations, but...

Jiu Qu closed his eyes. During the years of wandering and fleeing, he had been looking forward to Zhao Heng's death. He hoped to hear the national funeral every day, but unfortunately, he didn't hear it after he was arrested.

Jiang Fu listened carefully to what he said, nodded and said, "Indeed, our ancestors have accumulated virtue."

With calm eyes, she said slowly, "But the virtues accumulated by the ancestors belong to the ancestors after all."

"He won't last long."

Startled, Jiuqu turned his head and said, "Really?"

Jiang Fu nodded, she saw that Zhao Heng was killed by a woman.

That woman was dressed in palace attire and was very beautiful. When Zhao Heng saw her holding a knife, he had a chance to call for his own guard, but he didn't, as if he was willing to be killed by her.

"I've divination for him before, but I can only see that it's an ominous hexagram, it's just this year, but I don't know when it is, this year just started..." Jiuqu sighed quietly.

When will Zhao Heng die?

Ah Fu wasn't that stupid, so he shouldn't have poisoned him to death.

He also saw it today, Zhao Heng's complexion is really bad, he must be about to die suddenly, right?

Hey, he is really not good at fortune-telling. If he knew this, he must have learned from his master seriously back then.

It's a pity that what he was interested in back then were drawing talismans, catching ghosts, and so on. At that time, he had no money, was short-sighted, and only wanted to make money. Exorcising ghosts and sending talismans was the most profitable...

Jiang Fu's face was clean and fair, and her skin was glowing with porcelain white. She smiled and said in a low voice, "It will be summer soon, master, don't worry, it will be soon."

She saw that when Zhao Heng died, there was still ice in the bedroom.

Just in summer.

"Did you see it?" Jiuqu looked over, looking mysterious, but soon, he said, "If you can't say it, you don't have to say it."

Jiang Fu shook his head and said, "There's nothing we can't say."

She thought about it, and said, "Zhao Heng, died in Xia Tian, ​​and was killed by a woman."

"Killed?" Jiuqu opened his eyes slightly, and felt that it was nothing strange to be killed. After all, Zhao Heng had so many vendettas, and it was not surprising that a few capable people could sneak into the palace and kill him.

Jiang Fu nodded, and described the woman's appearance, "Wearing a royal blue palace dress, she is very gorgeous, she looks very beautiful, that kind of... very gorgeous beauty."

Otherwise, nothing special.

"Zhao Heng can call someone, but he didn't call, as if he was willing to be killed." Jiang Fu frowned and asked, "Does he have a sweetheart?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Jiuqu thought for a while, and couldn't imagine what it would be like for Zhao Heng to be killed willingly, "He has a lot of women in the harem, one after another, and I never heard of it when I was the prince. Which one do you particularly like?"

For Zhao Heng, the concubines and concubines in his backyard are the same, and they all marry back in order to win the throne for him.

When I first came to the throne, I selected a lot of beautiful people in the draft, but they were all just pets, and I didn't treat anyone very special.

"Forget it, let him alone." Jiuqu suddenly said excitedly, "Ah Fu, are you interested in catching ghosts?"