At the other end, just after boarding the carriage, Zhou Rushui didn't sit down, so he looked at Su Ying's bruised forehead with concern, and asked her in a sullen whisper: "A-Ying, but who punished you?"

Hearing this, Shu Ying hurriedly covered her forehead with her hands, she shook her head and said, "Nujun, this is all a slave." It's just a scary little injury, and it's all skillful, and it's no big deal. Saying that, she sighed again and continued in embarrassment: "It's just that last night was really as you expected, and later, the king really ordered the temple people to come to visit you, and the temple people didn't say anything more when they saw that you were resting. However, Xie Ji insisted that the climate has become cooler recently, and your body is very good, she really can't let go of you, so she made a motherly state, and when she was in Yin, she invited the king to come to Huanong Palace together. In this way, the slaves can no longer pretend, and they all appear. ”

"Hmph, she's still waiting for me to go to my father's place to intercede for my brother! Seeing that I haven't moved at all, she is naturally suspicious! But what if you are suspicious? It's already too late to stop me!" Saying that, Zhou Rushui smiled coldly, forcibly suppressed the chill in his eyes, and asked Shuying again: "So, what did the monarch's father say?"

Hearing this, Shu Ying hurriedly glanced out of the car, looked at the approaching market, and said in a low voice: "The king was angry, and he went to Mingtang to strictly train His Royal Highness. After you return to the palace, you will immediately go to the Ming Hall and kneel together. ”

"Kneel and kneel, I've never seen someone kneeling to death!" Hearing this, Zhou Rushui endured the pain in his knees, turned his face angrily, and closed his eyes. Before long, when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were resolute and bright again, and in those eyes, there was even a faint fire burning in a trance.

In this way, Zhou Rushui simply untied the robe on his shoulders and poured all the water in the jade pot on the car table into his hands. Immediately after, she used her slender and white fingers to flick the water on her face, hair, and placket. After such a cycle, in just a moment, her body was wet, and she was no longer a wolf.

On the side, Shu Ying looked at Zhou Rushui's movements in a daze, and when she understood it, her eyes were already red, she covered Zhou Rushui's cold fingertips, half-blocked her movements, and muttered and choked up: "Nujun, it's true that you feel sorry for Your Royal Highness, but you yourself are also recovering from a serious illness, and you haven't slept all night!"

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui smiled softly. She stared at Shuying with sly eyes, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I can't bear the child to trap the wolf, it's a bitter trick, but I can't be ruthless." I'm afraid that my father is ruthless and wants to punish me and my brother, so it will be really troublesome. As he spoke, Zhou Rushui sighed deeply, and a trace of uneasiness surged in his clear eyes.

Gongzi Mu Sheng is punishing the kneeling Ming Hall, which is the "Temple of the Son of Heaven".

There is a saying that "the king built the Ming Hall and Pi Yong, so the inheritance of the heavens is also bright, and the sky is called Ming, so it is called 'Ming Hall'." "It is rumored that the Mingtang can pass through the gods, feel the heaven and the earth, and at the four o'clock, go out of education, worship virtue, emphasize the Tao, show ability, and praise those who do. Therefore, in the Zhou Kingdom, all large-scale ceremonies such as sacrifices, court meetings, celebrations, and priest selections were held in the Ming Hall.

The upper circle of the Ming Hall is lower than the circle, surrounded by water, up and down a total of three floors, eight windows and four slenders, nine rooms and twelve halls. Among them, the ground floor of the third layer is square, and each side is a color, representing the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The middle layer is twelve-sided, following the twelve hours of the day. The top floor is circular and surrounded by Kowloon sculptures.

When Zhou Rushui returned to Miyagi, it was already dawn.

At that time, Zhou Rushui slowly climbed the high platform along the corridor, and saw the towers outside the city wall, and the autumn was thick. She took a deep breath, finally stabilized her mind, and entered the Ming Hall.

As soon as he walked in, Zhou Rushui saw Mu Sheng, the son of Mu Sheng, who was kneeling alone in the palace with a wide back. In the palace, Gongzi Musheng knelt straight on the hard and cool bluestone slab, his expression was very calm and indifferent, it was the kind of ancient well that sank into the depths without waves.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Rushui sighed in his heart. But before she could speak, she heard an extremely faint sound. When Zhou Rushui followed the sound and looked forward, he didn't realize that he was stunned again. She would never have thought that now, there was a row of couches in front of the ancestral tablet. On the soft couch, her father was holding the graceful Xie Ji, half-closed, all leisurely and complacent.

It is as high as the Ming Hall, but it is actually a piece of wine and meat, messy, like the scene of being in the banquet hall.

For a while, Zhou Rushui was really dumbfounded. Rao is that she knows that King Zhou is absurd and unscrupulous, but this situation, such a collision with the ancestors, still makes her heartache.

This is not the king of the dead, what is it?

Zhou Rushui was stunned, and Xie Xulian's beautiful Danfeng eyes slid slightly past Gongzi Musheng and glanced at her. Staring at her, a chuckle floated on Xie Glaze Lian's lips, and her cardamom bright red fingertips caressed King Zhou's chest, rubbing it a few times ambiguously and seductively. After a while, she said slowly, really wittily, to Zhou Rushui: "Chitose Starry Night out of the palace, night will not return." Now, I finally know how to return to the palace?" When she said this, Xie Xulian's slender fingertips also hooked slightly towards Zhou Rushui, and with this action, the pearl jade pieces wrapped with gold threads on her wide sleeves struck each other even more crisply, and the voice, like her lingering voice, was extremely tempting.

Sure enough, listening to this sound, King Zhou hooked his lips with great pleasure.

However, this situation and this scene made Zhou Rushui snort coldly. She stared at Xie Glaze Lian with great disdain, then frowned, walked straight to Gongzi Musheng's side and stopped. After saluting the king of Zhou, she also learned from her son Mu Sheng, facing the ancestral tablet, and knelt down straight. As soon as his knees touched the ground, Zhou Rushui couldn't see it and simply closed his eyes.

Zhou Rushui is like this, but Xie Glaze Lian is unwilling to give up lightly. She slowly got up from the couch, slowly paced in front of Zhou Rushui, and looked at Zhou Rushui condescendingly, still smiling on her face, but her eyes were full of mockery. After a while, her cardamom bright red fingertips slowly caressed Zhou Rushui's white and tender cheeks, and the slender fingertips were smooth and long, as if they could cut Zhou Rushui's face if they were not careful.

Such a cold touch made Zhou Rushui frown and open his eyes.

At that time, Gongzi Musheng also turned his eyes to look at Zhou Rushui, staring at Xie Glaze Lian's long fingertips on the side of Zhou Rushui's cheek, and his deep eyebrows and eyes suddenly converged. Before long, he was gloomy and stared at Xie Glaze Lian coldly. This eye is extremely cold, but also extremely fierce, like the snow in early winter, and like a fierce blade.

Sure enough, Xie Glaze Lian was stunned by his sudden eye knife, she only felt that the eyes were sharp, close at hand, and seemed to be able to penetrate her heart, and she could see clearly those ulterior thoughts hidden in the depths. For a moment, her hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, and this time, she had to withdraw her hand with a cold snort.

After a while, she simply took a straight step back, and when she stood still a little, she smiled coldly, half-held her head high, and glared at the two brothers and sisters of Gongzi Musheng condescendingly, and reprimanded them with contempt and murder as elders: "You are untamed, and even the king is worried, it is really disloyal and unfilial." ”

In today's world, even saints cannot afford the infamy of disloyalty and unfilial piety.

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui's face turned white. Surprised, she slowly raised her face, looked at Xie Glaze Lian, her eyes were deep, and she asked her in a low voice: "Although my son is also stubborn, but, my mother's words, why do you need to be so ruthless?"

Zhou Rushui's words cannot be said to be not sharp. Xie Huanlian said that their brother and sister were disloyal and unfilial, so she thanked Glaze Lian for being ruthless. If Xie Xulian really intends to spread this word, then none of them will be pleased!

However, Zhou Rushui's words fell, and the sound of King Zhou throwing a cup followed. He snorted coldly, and then his eyes slanted towards Zhou Rushui, all of them were partial to Xie Xulian, and scolded Zhou Rushui angrily: "Hmph, you are still reasonable! Who allowed you to contradict your mother? You are a sister-in-law, where did you go last night? But did you really go to the garden to mingle?"

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui was horrified, knowing that Xie Glaze Lian had picked on her. She raised her head and stubbornly retorted: "What kind of mother? Xie Ji is just the concubine of her son! How can she be worthy of a mother! The mother of her son is obviously alive, but it is a pity that it is close at hand, but it is far away in the sky! As for the Lingering Garden, my brother has already taken it away, so how can the Son-in-law go to the Lingering Garden?"

Speaking of this, in King Zhou's knife-like staring, Zhou Rushui's heart sank. She only felt that her heartbeat was becoming more and more obvious, and her breath was becoming more and more unstable. She wiped a handful of tears before her throat became bitter, and continued to reply leisurely: "Last night, my son-in-law first heard that his brother was fighting against his father because of the war, and then he heard that his mother was the master of his brother's affairs, and strongly recommended his sister as the second prince's wife. In this way, the son was very worried. In this way, I had to leave the forbidden palace at night and go to Lan Ruo'an to see my mother. ”

"Worried, begging to see my mother?" Hearing this, King Zhou's complexion had not yet improved, and he strode up to Zhou Rushui and stared at her condescendingly. Raising his hand, he put it on her shoulder, and grabbed Zhou Rushui's shoulder and skull rattle, and then he asked coldly and sternly: "Worried, why are you worried?"

In just a moment, cold sweat oozed from Zhou Rushui's forehead.

Because of the pain in her shoulder, she burst into tears, and said bitterly: "One is that my brother and my father are connected by blood but have political discord, and the other is that my mother's love is too heavy. Speaking of this, Zhou Rushui gasped softly before continuing: "First, there is a way, the monarch, the minister, the father, the son. Although the elder brother is close to the monarch and father, he is dedicated to the country. However, he seems to have forgotten the truth that the king is in front and the king is behind. Second, although the mother's caring heart can be expressed in heaven and earth. However, since the concubine has already recognized Gongzi Heng as her son, she is so partial and protective of her brother, I am afraid that Gongzi Heng will not be angry in her heart. However, although the son-in-law knows this ceremony, he is young and orderly, and it is really difficult to guide the elder brother. In this way, the son had no choice but to go to Lan Ruo'an at night, one was to ask the queen mother to train his brother to reform himself, and the other was to ask his mother to make decisions about his brother's marriage, so as not to make a dilemma for his mother. ”