The man knelt in the temple, with his back to her, but she only needed to glance at it to recognize the deep back, the person she cared for the most. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Ling's feet were wooden, and she didn't know how to move, she moved to Fu Yanyan's side step by step, and bowed to Li Shimin, she should have greeted him, but at this moment, her throat was blocked with tears, and she was painful and astringent, and she couldn't open her mouth.

The king of the palace didn't care, but showed kindness first, and beckoned to her: "Today is half better, and there are a lot of folds, so come and grind cinnabar." ”

Feng Ling lowered his head and walked to the side of the imperial case, raised his hand and grinded the cinnabar inkstone on the case, and after a few turns of his wrist, he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at His Royal Highness's Fu Yanyan, and looked at it, but saw that he was looking down at the five-petal lotus-patterned floor tiles in front of him, and he hadn't seen him for a few months, his body had been reduced, and his face was becoming more and more distinct due to emaciation, his nose was more erect, and his eyes were deeper.

The wrist of the wind spirit grinding cinnabar shook slightly, and she wanted to immediately leave the work in her hand, immediately run down to the hall, and touch the face that had haunted her for months.

"You have been in Shazhou for nearly three years, and the sum of your achievements is not worth one mistake." Li Shimin suddenly spoke, interrupting Feng Ling's look, she hurriedly lowered her head and stared at the piece of vermilion in the inkstone, and added some water to the inkstone.

"Do you feel sorry for the destruction of three years?" Li Shimin's voice was filled with a heavy sigh, Feng Ling secretly thought about it, recalled the news he heard in Fonu in Shazhou in the past, and said that Fu Yanyan was deeply encouraged, and the sage took another look at him, and now the sage's words were full of sighs that verified that the news was true.

"Weichen didn't dare to feel sorry for himself, but he was deeply ashamed of the people of Shazhou." Fu Yanyan leaned down and replied.

Feng Ling's heart tightened: his voice was mellow and calm, but now it has become depressed and slightly hoarse, I don't know what has happened these days, Feng Ling didn't dare to think about it, and couldn't help but sniff softly.

Li Shimin let out a long breath, suppressed his annoyance, and said in a steady voice: "Although you have failed, it is indeed heavy to sentence you for dereliction of duty. And Ashina Helu has always been sinister and treacherous, not necessarily all your fault, but you have to take care of it. Tomorrow will be upward, and you will receive the sin of dereliction of duty. As for the suspicion of collaborating with the enemy, I have temporarily suppressed it, and the strangeness behind this matter must be considered in the long run. ”

Obviously, the saint did not believe in the "suspicion of collaborating with the enemy" of delay, and the meaning of repentance in his tone was more than reprimand, which somewhat relieved Feng Lingping, but took more responsibility for him.

But where did this "suspicion of collaborating with the enemy" come from, the saints didn't seem to know about the secrets in the backs of the Liu family and his son. Feng Ling wanted to immediately step forward and put the pickled affairs of the Liu family and his son in front of you, so that all this could be over.

But the tragic death of the unborn mother and son gave her a painful and profound lesson, his mother and son died because of her reckless rampage, and now if she does not restrain that temperament, I am afraid that it should be delayed, so she forcibly suppressed her irritability and endured it again and again. Until there is no conclusive evidence to disintegrate Liu Zheng with one blow, he must not act rashly.

"You have a straight temperament, you must be patient this time, Mo Yin is burdened with those groundless slanders, so he is anxious to get rid of it. Above the court, it is intricate, and the whole body is moved, and before there is a perfect plan, do not act rashly. Did you write it down? ”

Fu Yanyan pressed his body down even more: "Weichen remember." ”

Li Shimin's illness has not healed, and after dealing with this noon incident, fatigue has appeared on his face, he waved his arm at Yan Yan: "You go back, after tomorrow morning, I will go to the left and right waiting guards to receive orders, deprive you of your five-grade rank, and punish you as a guard of Chengtianmen, can you serve?" ”

"The ministers are willing to accept the punishment." Fu Yan replied in a muffled voice, straightened his back, and the moment he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the ink palace man grinding cinnabar beside the king. He glanced at it again in disbelief, it was the wind spirit. The delay is like being slapped in the chest, and the first reaction is to open his mouth.

Feng Ling's eyes were red, and he shook his head with a slight smile at him. This smile was full of forbearance and helplessness, and he understood that shaking his head meant that he wanted him to endure it and not say anything. Fu Tanyan gritted his teeth and bent down again.

The heart of the wind spirit taught him to clench this body tightly, for fear that he would show himself to the saint and attract thunder and wrath. Or the saint is not angry, and let her go with her, and it will be more and more terrible over there. The Liangyi Hall is the safest place for her at the moment, and the saint can protect her from Liu Shuang's vicious persecution. Although Liu Shuang had the courage to commit murder in Chang'an City, he only dared to attack civilians like her and Amanpo, no matter how unscrupulous he was, he would never dare to harm people with official status. Therefore, on the Huaiyuan Fang side, as long as there is no her figure, it will not cause disaster, and the servants in the house can be safe and sound.

But right now, Feng Ling can only pray silently, and he can understand her thoughts, and he must not tell the truth.

The shoulders that were under the flick of Yan Yan paused for a moment, and a deep voice came out: "Weichen retreats." ”

Feng Ling's heart suddenly became as heavy as air again, and it came alive, and it "banged" in the cavity.

Li Shimin was very tired and waved his hand to signal him to retreat. Fu Yanyan got up and slowly took three steps back, staring at the wind spirit, seizing the momentary effort, and looking deeply at her eyebrows.

The wind spirit moved his lips silently, making a "wait for me" lip shape.

The moment he turned to leave, he nodded to her. Feng Ling knew that he understood the shape of her lips, and although he was sad, he was also slightly comforted.

The door of the Liangyi Hall opened again, and Yan Anran's body stepped out of the threshold, and the door slowly closed, until the last figure behind him was cut off, and the wind spirit pulled back his gaze in distraction.

She refocused her attention and fell back on Li Shimin, only to see that his face was pale and some cold beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Your Majesty wants the wind spirit to summon someone from the Shang Pharmacy to take a look?" She asked hurriedly.

"No, I'll be relieved after a while." Li Shimin waved his hand and refused.

Feng Ling took a brocade and stuffed it at his side, so that he could borrow some strength.

Li Shimin glanced at her slightly red and swollen eyes, and joked with her: "Yesterday, I was still in good spirits arguing with the officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, which one is this now?" ”

Feng Ling knew that he couldn't hide the melancholy sentimentality on his face, so he simply used his words to play indiscriminately, and pouted: "It was yesterday that I mentioned my father, and Feng Ling thought about it, and I dreamed of my grandmother at night, and I felt uncomfortable. ”

Li Shimin said with a smile: "If you are sent a good errand, you will be happy, and it will solve your homesickness." (To be continued.) )