Feng Ling walked into the civil ministry office with the resentment given to her by the Liu father and son, and thought that it would not subside on this day, but unexpectedly, the booklets piled up on the wall immediately taught her to feel comfortable. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs understood the determination of the sage tax merchants, and naturally did not dare to slack off in the slightest, even if the wind spirit and the saint were not in the court, the merchant's errand of counting and making books was also in order, and when the wind spirit came back to supervise, it had already been done. That is to say, it will not be too far from the day when the Liu family and his son will be cleaned up.

The country's big merchants, most of them gathered in Chang'an, the west, and the southeast, Feng Ling looked through most of the day, she still roughly knew the situation in the west, but the other two places did not know much, just by virtue of these empty and white tooth numbers, the authenticity could not be distinguished, especially in Chang'an, she would never believe that the officials of the one hundred and eight squares would truthfully report the details of the merchants.

At the time of the dispersal value, the clerks on duty and others retreated in twos and threes, and the room was empty. Feng Ling stretched his somewhat stiff waist and wanted to go back to Zhaoqing Palace.

The internal supervisor on the errand in front of the door of the official's room pressed his waist and entered, blocking the wind spirit and said, "Please stay for a while." ”

"What?" The wind spirit stopped, the name of the inner eunuch could not be called, but he could often be seen in the officer's room, and he was on an errand here.

"Uh......" The inner supervisor said: "Concubine Yang Shu is thinking about her mother's hard work for the errand here, and she has never had a good rest when she returns to Beijing, so she can't help but feel distressed, and she has prepared a few tea fruits from Jiangnan Province for the lady to relieve her fatigue, and the eunuch in the palace is rushing here......"

Treat her so well today, that's all, but Concubine Yang Shu's arms are too long, and even the eyes and ears are placed in the office of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Feng Ling suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if she was covered with wet batter.

She bowed to the inner eunuch, borrowed a step to the side, and covered her stomach with an embarrassed and eager face: "Ah Jian is kind-hearted, and took it for me, please eat it, Feng Ling is in a hurry, and he has taken the first step." ”

She scurried sideways past the inner prisoner, leaving the inner prisoner stunned in place. Up and down the palace, from the lady of the concubine to the ordinary small palace people, there has never been such a thing as "internal urgency" that people are ashamed to talk about. The inner eunuch quietly stomped on the ground and sighed, in the end, how could the saint stack her with the golden princess in the vulgar market.

Feng Ling was afraid that she would meet some people who greeted her politely for no reason, and it should be much more tiring than looking through the books, so she deliberately picked a road that few people took to return to Zhaoqing Palace, and finally got her wish and returned to Zhaoqing Hall smoothly.

Entering the courtyard gate, she suddenly remembered Zhuzhi's diligence this morning, which also seemed to teach people to be irritable. I'm thinking about how to find a way to get her somewhere else, so that she can be quiet.

It's about thinking about focusing, and because of looking through the books for a whole day, it is inevitable that the dizziness and swelling of the eyes, not paying attention to what is stumbling under the feet, if it is just a stumble in ordinary times, she can still stabilize her body, and now her spirit is wandering, she can't hold it steady, and her knee on one side is slammed on the stone steps, although it is not heavy, it hurts in the end.

Feng Ling covered his knees and sat down on the stone steps, stunned for a long time, only to feel that this situation was not as familiar as it could be. She reached out and touched where she had tripped up, and a piece of masonry suddenly rose from the flat stone steps, and there seemed to be a few thin cracks underneath, as if someone had rammed it with a heavy object.

Many fragments flashed back to her mind for a while, mottled and patched together. I vaguely felt that when she was very young, because she was unsteady in walking, she also stumbled somewhere, but when a child walks, stumbling is inevitable, and there is nothing unusual about it.

Thinking about it further, she couldn't help but ask herself, among the countless stumbles, she remembered a certain one more deeply, whether it was because of the special stumbling, or something else special. She stood up, looked at the bulging masonry, raised her foot and stumbled over the stone steps a few more times, trying to grasp the memory that remained in the depths of her mind that was thinner than silk.

"What are you doing, lady?" The door of the main hall was opened, and the apricot leaves came out with a wind lamp to guide the way, and the candlelight of the house poured out from the half-opened door, spreading on the stone steps, reflecting the stone steps as cold as water.

As if borrowing this light, the wind spirit grasped the thin wisp of memory, and sat back on the stone steps, lifted her skirt, revealing a small calf like a tender lotus, and her fingers slid quickly up the calf, stopping at the kneecap where she had stumbled.

She turned sideways, so that her bare knees met the temple door, and the light from the room was falling on her knees, and there was a hook, and a pale white mark less than an inch long lay on her knees.

"Lady." Xingye ran down the stone steps with the lamp in a few steps, and pulled down her skirt: "Is hysteria inaccurous, in the cold weather, it is just exposed, and the qi syncope caused by the cold and heat before is not enough?" ”

Feng Ling turned his face blankly, and lifted the skirt again, revealing that small mark: "I fell here when I was a child, and I left this scar, I can't remember when or where it was there. It's here, it's here! ”

"Lady's ......" Xingye hard-pulled down her skirt, and her flustered gaze swirled on her face.

The wind spirit took the wind lantern brought out by the apricot leaves, and shone on the fine cracks under the bulging stone bricks, and said: "I still remember in a trance, what heavy objects were lifted, and said that they wanted to tamp the bulge that stumbled over me, but smashed the stone steps to burst, and there were these cracks. Just ask the palace people of the old years to know that this must be the case. ”

"The palace people of Zhaoqing Palace, as early as when Princess Runan died, I was afraid that the saints were sad when they saw it, so they all dispersed." Xingye helped her up from the stone steps, peeked at no one around, and whispered in her ear: "When I was a toddler, bumps were common, don't remember it, how could I ...... in this deep palace."

Feng Ling knew that those palace people had already been slaughtered, but it was hard to say, so he let Xingye support him, and walked into the house in a daze.

Xingye was startled in her ear as she spoke, grabbed her arm and wondered, "Is it possible...... Could it be ...... Are all those forbidden rumors in the palace world true? ”

"What rumors?" Feng Ling only felt that everyone was strange today, the bamboo branches and the palace dependents were overly courted, and the court officials were willing to put down the shelves to greet her, and even such a bizarre memory suddenly appeared in her own mind, no matter what rumors the palace people had at this moment, they couldn't surprise her.

Xingba pulled her to stop in front of the door: "They said...... said, you are the princess of Runan, and the saints have recognized it. ”

Feng Ling burst out laughing, immediately wiped his face, hid his smile, put the wind lantern under his chin, and put his whole face in an eerie halo: "I am Princess Runan, I will go back to the palace today to see you coming, why don't you bow down?" ”

Apricot let out a "wow", jumped up and fled into the house. The Wind Spirit smiled and leaned back and followed.