Li Shimin turned around slowly, his steps staggered, and he was helped out of the warm pavilion by two internal supervisors, and left with steps. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The wind spirit watched the chariot drift away, half happy and half guilty in his heart.

I am happy that I will finally seek justice from the Liu family for the innocent lives that have passed, and I will be able to get rid of the persecution of the Liu family from now on, and return to Fu Yanyan's side openly, so that he can accompany him for the rest of his life.

The guilt is the back of Li Shimin's departure, the twilight of the hero and the aging of the king are all poignant, he should have completed his glorious life with dignity and calmness, but because of her revelation, his already fragmented sick body became more and more unbearable, and even looked a little embarrassed before the betrayal of the ministers.

In the following days, the wind spirit dismissed all the civil officials in the Warm Pavilion of the Lingbo Palace, and copied every account they sorted out that could be echoed one by one, and marked the source.

Once all the accounts are in order, it is time to begin to write down the charges in detail. Feng Ling has always only filled in the accounts, barely able to write a few poems that are not good, but he has never written such a serious document as a cantata. Although she has read a lot for Li Shimin in the Liangyi Palace, and she has glanced at it countless times when she was serving ink, she can't write it herself.

It's easy to write a few pages, but under scrutiny, I feel that the words are not up to par, and this matter, since she stepped in, lasted six years, and it is really difficult to tell it in a clear way.

Feng Ling was so frustrated that he didn't want to eat and drink for days, and he didn't even go back to the inner room for sleep, so he ordered Zhuzhi to take a few quilts and stay in the warm pavilion.

After staying up stiff for a few days, Xingye Wei really couldn't see it, and when she gave her food, she took the opportunity to persuade her, don't force yourself too hard.

Xingye looked at her shaved cheeks and sharpened chin, and felt uncomfortable, so she said casually: "You look like this, I want to teach General Yan to see it, and I may have to worry more." In order to make him feel at ease, you should also take care of your own body. ”

At the mention of Fu Yanyan, Feng Ling sighed deeply: "If I don't read it, I will return to Huaiyuanfang quickly, where can I sustain it until now." Speaking of which, when Ayan and I were in Shazhou, we had already passed the five ceremonies, but because of the repeated difficulties of Liu's father and son, the two of us have not been reunited. ”

"If I were the one who wrote the book, I would have written it into a book, and everyone would have wept when they heard it." Xingye sighed, "Even if the saint sees it, he will be moved." ”

Feng Ling smiled bitterly, "This is going to come to an end, isn't it." ”

Suddenly, she flashed her eyes, thoughtfully sent a startle, suddenly became happy, pulled up Xingye's wrist and shook it straight: "You mentioned me, it's exactly this idea!" I don't know how to write Rausch's recitals, so I write down the things that are going to be played little by little, like some kind of play. The first time I saw Ayan in Guazhou, he wrote about my rescue from Helu's knife. ”

Xingye nodded desperately, "Exactly, exactly!" She stuffed a pair of jade chopsticks into Feng Ling's hand, "You use it more, so that you can have the strength to write those long years." ”

Feng Ling really ate according to her words, swept away the food brought by the apricot leaves, wiped her mouth, calmed down, and put her six years of continuous calamity and willingness on the paper.

When she and Fu Yanyan were in Shazhou, she had never been honest with Li Shimin before, she wrote one wall, and the other wall couldn't make up her mind, and she didn't know if the saint would be guilty because of this. If she was to be punished, she would not be afraid, but she did not want to be implicated in delay. can look left and right, but the saint never asked, she did not intend to deceive.

This is written in January, from the autumn rain to the coolness, to the winter snow.

Some things she wrote about were still sad for herself, such as the collusion between Liu Shuang and Ashina Helu in the outer city of Shazhou, and the Turks of several sects were slaughtered; Kang Dazhi and Suo Shen are all dead; Amanpo and her unborn mother and son died tragically on the streets because of her recklessness, and many tears were stained on those pages.

Some things were written and taught her to smile lowly. For example, He Lu robbed the government soldiers, she and Fu Yanyan were able to survive the harsh winter in Shazhou, and crossed the Mohe Yan moraine in danger, and their lives were in danger at that time. In order to avoid Helu's forced marriage, he hurriedly passed the five rites......

She cried and laughed all the way until she dropped the last word, and she cried alone, but her heart was happy, and she rested steadily.

The next day, he solemnly handed over the pile of more than 30 pieces of paper and sorted out the accounts one by one to Li Shimin. When Li Shimin saw her, he was stunned, he didn't want to pay for more than a month, she had lost so much.

After a few days, Li Shimin had finished reading the accounts she submitted and the causes and consequences she had written, and ordered someone to come to Lingbo Hall to pass on her.

When the wind spirit stepped into the Hanfeng Palace, she suddenly felt her heart beating extremely fast, as if it was about to burst out of her throat, both apprehensive and looking forward to the karmic retribution of the Liu family and his son.

The hall was empty, Li Shimin dismissed all the people in the inner prison palace, and even Ah Sheng, who had to lead her here, also withdrew from the door and closed the palace door.

Feng Ling said goodbye, but she couldn't wait for Li Shimin's voice for a long time, she peeked over, and her eyes collided with Li Shimin's unclear downward gaze.

"You entered the palace to avoid Liu Shuang's interception?" Li Shimin suddenly spoke.

Feng Ling was shocked, and said honestly: "Feng Ling is seeking to avoid trouble, and Princess Gaoyang is seeking Longen, so by chance, she entered the palace." ”

"That's it, I won't pursue this matter. You are with Ayan...... Although I did not deceive the king, it is not appropriate to cover up and conceal it, and I can not pursue it. Li Shimin's tone was extremely solemn, and the past was kind and dusty.

Feng Ling's heart was stunned, and the saint seemed to have regained her majesty when she first entered the inner garden, how long had he not called her "I" in front of her, and now it sounded extremely cold, and it also showed the determination in his heart.

"Therefore, you are not allowed to pursue the crimes of the Liu father and son for the time being." Li Shimin said: "If you can keep silent about this matter, after a few days, I will allow you to leave the palace and reunite with Ayan." I will beat Liu Zheng and prevent him from harming you again. ”

Feng Ling was dumbfounded, and looked up at Li Shimin. His anger was vivid in his mind when she presented him with one of the insignificant pieces of incriminating evidence a month earlier. Why is this the situation now? She couldn't believe her ears.

Did she make a mistake in any of her sentences, or was the saint she had always revered not what she had in mind?

Feng Ling's brain was hot, and he didn't care about that much, knelt on the cold green bricks, and said straightly: "Feng Ling did his best to dig out this traitor for the saint, even if the saint didn't believe what the wind spirit said, he should also believe the truth." If he still doesn't believe it, the sage can order someone to investigate and prove whether the wind spirit is wrong and blames the Liu father and son. ”