After the early dynasty, Li Yun and Jingzhao Yin Zengjia walked in front, talking about things, and the Bai family followed cautiously.

Song Jingran finished teaching Huang Zheng a lesson, and looked at the two of them who were talking and laughing. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, looking at the young man who had been frustrated him so much lately.

A Chen He and a Huang Zheng were all planted in the hands of this young man one after another. Even the old case of Duke Ding'an, which he spent a lot of effort on, is well known to the emperor, and he is afraid that it can only become a bargaining chip for him to make up for his achievements. Damn it!

He was furious in his heart, and he could only force his composure on his face, and said to Li Yun without smiling: "The Third Highness is really showing his strength today, and the old minister has to thank His Highness for digging up another moth for the imperial court." ”

Li Yun glanced at him with a smile: "Thanks to the praise of the elder pavilion, this king still thinks that the elder pavilion is really powerful." So much time has passed since the case of Duke Ding'an, and the elder of the pavilion has made a breakthrough so quickly, he is worthy of being the right and left hand of his father and the pillar of the imperial court!"

Song Jingran wanted to see how bold this wooden man who used to be timid and followed behind the prince was to oppose him, but he didn't expect the opponent to start testing and doubting him, and he was a little choked for a while, and could only look at him with anger.

There was a sudden laugh from behind: "What are Your Highness and a few adults talking about here?"

Song Jingran turned around and found that it was Xue Jianyan, his primary opponent in the cabinet.

When Li Yun and Zeng Jia saw him, they both bowed and saluted, Xue Jianyan didn't dare to accept Li Yun's salute, and he also smiled and gave him a flat salute.

Song Jingran pursed his lips. This old fellow, who is as cold as an ice sculpture on weekdays, was very happy to see him being beaten today, and the folds in the corners of his eyes were laughing.

"It's nothing, it's just that His Royal Highness and Song Ge Lao talked about the early dynasty. Zeng Jia looked respectful, obviously still attached great importance to Xue Jianyan's kindness.

"Oh," Xue Jianyan smiled, turned his head to Song Jingran and said, "Elder Song Ge is really powerful, he can find out that something is wrong in such a short time." ”

"Isn't it?" Li Yun looked at Song Jingran with a smile, "This king is also very admired...... but in Song Jingran's ears, it sounds like mockery.

He snorted coldly: "The old minister is deeply favored by the emperor, and the things that His Majesty has explained naturally must be devoted wholeheartedly, and the effect will naturally be there." It can't be found out or it takes too long to find out, and in many cases, it's just because the incumbent officials don't do their best to eat a vegetarian meal. As he spoke, he glanced at Xue Jianyan coldly.

Xue Jianyan was not angry at all, and said, "Elder Ge is reasonable. In this case, Ge Lao should go back to investigate the case earlier, and I am also looking forward to the results of Ge Lao's investigation. ”

"Then I'm afraid ......" Halfway through his words, Song Jingran suddenly calmed down. What is he doing here? Because of the provocations of juniors and colleagues, he couldn't bear it so much that he almost said something he shouldn't have said......

He didn't stop at the moment, nodded, and said, "The old man will go to investigate the case." ”

Li Yun's eyes flashed, and he casually glanced at Xue Jianyan, and then dispersed.

The second Bai saw Song Jingran, he consciously moved two meters away from them, and only then did he trot to catch up with the two.

……

After this court meeting, the crimes committed by Chen He, Huang Zheng and others and the possibility of being rehabilitated in the case of Ding'an Gong spread quickly to every corner of the capital like wings.

After tea and dinner, people who have nothing to do begin to quietly discuss the war of the year, if the elderly are on the side, they will also sigh a few times about the merits and majestic posture of Ding'an Gong, and even the storyteller of the teahouse also began to silently read the wild history that recorded the situation at that time, ready to wait until Ding'an Gong overturned the case and told the guests the interesting stories written in advance.

Capital. West.

In an ordinary house with three entrances.

A teenage girl is sitting on a small square stool made of wenge wood, holding an embroidery shed, stitch by stitch, patiently embroidering.

It was her cousin's dowry that her aunt had asked her to help make.

On the ceremony, when leaving the cabinet, there should be large items embroidered by the bride or intimate clothes made for the groom, one to show the embroidery to the in-law's family, and the other to have a festive picture.

Most of the daughters of the powerful in the capital don't do this, but they just embroider two stitches casually and treat them as if they did it themselves, and the rest are handed over to special embroiderers.

But the daughters of ordinary people, for various reasons, have to do it.

My cousin has been pampered since she was a child, and the embroidery is a mess, although the aunt has specially found the embroidery mother to make up for her, but it is difficult to practice overnight, and the in-laws who are looking for it are the spicy masters, lest this will leave people with a handle, so she let her embroider an embroidery screen for her cousin.

The woman sighed secretly while embroidering. At the beginning, in order to prevent her aunt from turning her hands into calluses as rough, she showed her double-sided embroidery in front of her, but since then, she seems to have become a special embroiderer in the family, from her uncle to her cousin's clothes and handkerchiefs are let her embroider, almost guarding this needle to live.

Now that I think about it, I really don't know if the decision was right or wrong.

The room where she lived was not well lit, and her aunt was afraid that she would make a mistake, so when she did embroidery, she was given the privilege of coming to the main room to sit. Now the master is not in the house, and the maids are not very impatient to come and serve her, and she is the only one in the house, but she is also clean.

However, this kind of purity did not last long, and soon a middle-aged woman with a hairpin ring on her head came in with her waist twisted, with bright makeup and an extremely excited smile on her face.

Her steps were unusually light, and she walked up to the woman and sat down.

The woman raised her head and politely said to the second aunt.

The woman smiled and nodded unexpectedly, and sighed in her mouth, as if she had seen a woman for the first time, she looked at her carefully, and even touched her hair while looking, and said with a smile: "Look, our Jia'er is really a big girl." ”

Jiang Lianjia was stunned for a moment, only to feel that his scalp was numb, and he felt uncomfortable.

Jiang's words, if ordinary people read it, they only think that it is the aunt's love for her niece, but as a party concerned, she only feels disgusted for a while. The word love, how can it not happen to Jiang's attitude towards himself, what kind of love can he talk about as a woman who calls like a maid?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

"Is there anything wrong with Auntie?" she asked with a smile as she endured the discomfort and kept moving her hands.

Jiang Shi saw Jiang Lianjia more and more satisfied at this time, patted her shoulder, and said, "I know that you are a blessed girl." Look, so many years have passed since the case of Ding'an Gong, and now that the grievances have been discovered, it won't be long before Gongzi Lian, who has been married to you, will be able to get back the title of his ancestor......"

Jiang Lianjia was stunned, and felt a tingling pain. When I looked down, it turned out that I had accidentally pricked my hand, and a drop of blood dripped on the embroidery shed.

This embroidery shed is a waste.