When he opened his eyes, he saw the food on the table again, and his heart was even more troubled, and he approached quickly, unable to bear the anger in his chest, and shook his sleeves angrily and swept away the dishes and chopsticks, and threw the porridge, rice and pastries on the ground.

Growing up, he never liked sweets!

Before returning to Si Kou Xiangfu, he didn't like it, the real Shui Sanniang knew that he didn't like those sweet things when he was young. As for after returning home, he bought sweets several times to prepare, but it was just to bring them into the palace to change the taste of Lian Carp, who was used to eating desserts in the palace, and the group of subordinates who didn't care about him naturally thought that he bought it for himself, why did she remember the same thing as those who never cared about herself?

The hands that hold each other are slightly rough, and they are indeed thin cocoons with perennial labor, but they are warm and thick, not the cold and dry cracks that long-term sick mothers often have.

The smile between the eyebrows and eyes is full of love and pity, but the steps are not the soft and light in memory, but faintly with a firm momentum of steady progress.

Obviously I can't drink alcohol after a long illness, I was born not good at drinking, and I have a faint smell of wine on my body when I hug each other!

What's more, not long after entering the palace this time, she began to consciously or unintentionally argue with the prime minister's wife Xue Yanhui for a tone, although the words were not too much, but it could be seen that she couldn't suppress the pungency, if his mother was so temperamental, how could she make the mother and son suffer for so many years? !

He should have found out a long time ago!Si Kouzhun covered his face in pain, but he couldn't believe the unbearable speculation in his heart anyway.

He once wanted to deceive himself, but today, this "Shui Sanniang" actually brought a dry pastry and sweet porridge with a smile, and also mentioned the relationship between mother and son with pity, this group of people ...... What is the purpose?!

After being angry for a long time, Si Kouzhun's emotions eased slightly, and he was sad and indignant in his chest, looking at the mess all over the ground, and laughed bitterly silently.

After all, my patience is too shallow, why is it so untenable?

At this time, it was inconvenient for him to call someone in to clean up, not to mention that Si Kou Zhun had done a lot of things since he was a child, so he leaned down and cleaned up the broken porcelain one by one. When he had cleaned up, he stood up and saw the letter on the table.

What the old steward Zhao said, the letter sent in by Hong Manqing.

A look of hope rose on his face again, and he hurriedly opened it, only to find that there were only a few numbers on it, but the news was very shocking.

Hong Manqing first complained twice that the concierge of the prime minister's house was blind, and he stopped himself three or four times. Then he told him all the news he had heard in recent days.

Even the carp is seriously ill? Si Kouzhun frowned, no wonder he hadn't received any news from her in recent days, he thought it was the incident last time that caused the two to be estranged, but Man Qingxin didn't mention how his condition was, thinking that the person had been weak and sick since he was a child, and he had been sick for a long time this time, so Si Kouzhun had to read the letter patiently.

He saw the news that "Luo Xue has set a marriage with Wenfu", and between the lines, Hong Manqing was full of worries, and he couldn't help but think of the domineering Wen Lixin in the Yufeng Restaurant. This person is brilliant, but his heart is not right, but his heart is tied to Luo Xue, and I don't know whether it is fortunate or unfortunate, Shi Luoxue's marriage is inevitably a little early.

Looking at Hong Manqing again, she mentioned that she had something important to enter the palace at the end of the month, and implied that the Queen Mother seemed to have an unusual meaning for her, but she refused to say what the "important matter" was, and she looked like she wanted to say something, but she was anxious to let Si Kouzhun think of a way to let her get rid of the Queen Mother's thoughts, and just settle down quietly.

What can he do? That's the Empress Dowager of Wei, and she's not a housekeeper. Si Kouzhun shook his head, not knowing what Hong Manqing was thinking in his heart.

The last two lines of handwriting are more messy and hesitant, and the pen and ink are fresh, as if they were made up after being temporarily informed, and like feelings that have been brewing for a long time, and finally turned into only eight big characters: Wei Feng is in trouble, the northern suburbs prison.

Si Kouzhun raised his eyebrows in surprise. Although he didn't know what trouble Wei Feng had caused, he first comforted himself that this trouble should still be solved, but looking at the words "Northern Suburbs Prison", his eyebrows jumped violently.

He wants to become an official in the court, so he naturally knows that any case with these four words must be a big case of Zhulian's relatives.

In the summer of the twenty-seventh year of filial piety, Sun led the army to rebel, intending to seek the dynasty to usurp the throne, and King Jing, who ran thousands of miles to rescue, led the emperor to besiege and kill Sun's mansion, and the whole house was beheaded by one hundred and eighty people that night, and the skin was exposed to the sun for three months. Even the 28 distant relatives and friends who had not been in contact for several years were found, and none of them survived the torture.

In the spring of the first year of Tianjin, the young general of Linden City, Luo, sold information in the army and the Qin army, all three clans were beheaded, and his boss resigned from the border affairs, and asked to fight the border until he died, in the same year, the uncle Wei Ruoshan was ordered by the Queen Mother to go to the north of Duanzhou and took over the affairs of Linden, of course, from beginning to end, he was ridiculed and gossiped by many people.

In the autumn of the first year of Tianjin, the general of Qucheng was assassinated and died, the army was in chaos, the Qin army invaded the border for 100 miles overnight, King Jing rushed thousands of miles to Qucheng to press, killed 10 troublemakers on the spot, 30 dereliction of duty, and there was no dereliction of duty and bribery in the army.

In the summer of the second year of Tianjin, Maozhou. Qin Shang Si Kou was arrested and imprisoned for selling tea and salt, and was censored for three months. The representative of the Sikou clan entered Beijing, and he knelt in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion and asked for three days, and he threw a lot of money to plead for mercy, and finally the Qin envoy came forward, and the Empress Dowager Wei finally sentenced a fine of one million, so that people received a whole corpse.

In all these cases, it is almost a miracle that anyone who enters the prison in the northern suburbs can get out intact. Si Kou Zhun never imagined that any of them would have anything to do with the big case, and he was so anxious that he couldn't think about it anymore, so he turned around and took a piece of clothing and pushed the door and walked quickly towards the door.

It was windy and snowy outside the door, but there was a small guy hiding in the small porch outside his yard holding a broom, holding his chin and drowsy. When Si Kouzun passed by, he woke up, hurriedly stood up with a broom, and saluted: "Hello second son, the slave is not thinking about being lazy, just taking a nap, taking a nap ......"

Si Kouzhun ignored him, and walked forward quickly, but he didn't think that this little guy would follow with a bitter face, and quickly followed, and stretched out his hand in front of him to stop him: "Second son, please don't tell the master, the slave knows that ...... wrong."

"Get out of the way. Si Kouzhun leaned over slightly, wanting to get past him.

This little guy is nimble, and he is blocking him when he retreats, still crying and begging for mercy: "Second son, the slave saw that the snow was endless, so he thought about resting for a while." Just spare me. ”

Si Kouzhun took a deep breath and said angrily: "I have something urgent to go out." ”

The little girl's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly put down the broom in his hand, and asked tentatively: "Why is the second son going out? It's cold, but do you need a servant to help you run an errand?"

Si Kouzhun looked at him deeply, raised his hand and pointed it to his neck, and a strong finger made the man fall asleep.