"Since you have called your aunt, then the saint will listen to her aunt, does the saint say yes?"

Staring at the wrist held by Jingyu, Lu Fusang raised his eyes and looked at Dongzang, and then said in a low voice: "Since Fusang is willing to call the old man his aunt, he has expressed the meaning of Fusang......

"Since the saint answered 'yes', the old body is good at making a claim." Glancing at Song Yun, Jing Yu casually pushed him to the ground, and then turned to look in the direction where Lu Fusang raised his head, "That girl came here to remember!" ”

"This ......" Dongzang 'pounced' and knelt in front of Lu Fusang, "The Holy Lord, my brothers are all ignorant, so I offended the Holy One, and I beg the Holy One to spare him from the death penalty!" Winter is willing to ...... by his own body"

"Body? Isn't your life all royal? Now that he has become a person in the deep palace, why bother to remember some things about the gate valve. Jing Yu sneered, "Don't come here to remember the purpose!" ”

"Shengshang-" glanced at Jingyu with disgust, and Dongzang was full of suspicions in his heart. She has been in the palace for many years, except for the first emperor, she has never seen such a person who gets along with the saint.

Realizing that his hand was being held, Lu Fusang sighed heavily: "Dongzang...... Just follow my aunt's words......"

"Yes...... The Holy ......" Dongzang glanced at Jingyu fiercely, got up and took pen and ink to the side, "Auntie, please speak!" ”

"Huh...... I didn't expect that there were still temperamental people among the girls who climbed to her aunt's seat in this palace...... And relax, the old body is only slightly punished, and it will not hurt the foundation of the Song family......" After saying that, Jing Yu let go of Lu Fusang's hand with a smile and whispered, "The Song family has a fine of half a year for the private use of the treasury silver, and all those who have official positions in the court will be fined for half a year, and the silver fines will be used for disaster relief...... And ......"

Jing Yu's elongated tone made everyone in the hall break out in a cold sweat. And the ink pen in Dongzang's hand is also a little unstable.

This woman on the couch is so ruthless!

Although the Song family is among the five surnames in the Chen Kingdom, it is not as far-reaching as the other four surnames after all. The Song family gained a foothold in the court, mostly relying on the shadow of their ancestors. Although there is no shortage of sons and daughters in the Song family in recent years, most of the people with the surname Song rely on Yulu to survive......

As for the private use of the treasury silver...... The Song family has the authority to use the treasury silver taels privately, and when they open their hands, it is just Song Yun and his mother...... The treasury silver is just a head, and the people on the couch want it, but it is just a person who borrowed the hands of the Song family to get rid of the Song family......

"Didn't my aunt come with my brother?" Looking at Song Yun, who was still kneeling on the ground, and then looking up at the woman who was looking at the king, Dongzang's brows furrowed. She didn't want to push Song Yun in front of people anymore, but she couldn't ...... The Song family can't be destroyed in her hands.

"Su'er-" As soon as Dongzang spoke, Song Yun, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the woman who opened in disbelief.

Dongzang heard Song Yun call himself 'Su'er', and there was a buzz in his head. Kneeling in front of him was his brother, a playmate who played with him in the Song family...... Can...... So what? Haven't you done your best?

"Since the elder brother has done something wrong, he should know that he needs to bear the consequences of his mistake. Brother admits his mistake at this time, and the saint can still open the net! ”

Dongzang lowered her head and held back the tears that burst out of her eyes, she never thought that it would be her brother who planned the Holy Lord, obviously he was about to become an imperial husband, didn't he?

"Hehehe...... Song Su, is it? It's rare that the Song family here still has a clear one. The old man and your Song family are old friends, and I owe you a favor to the Song family twenty years ago......" nodded with satisfaction, Jingyu's tone suddenly turned cold, "But, do you know that there is another person beside you who has already said that the palace is out of order, and he is willing to be buried by the Song family...... It's embarrassing to be old like this......"

"Auntie opened the net and ......" Seeing that the old woman's eyes flashed with a gleam, Lu Fusang lightly interrupted Jingyu's words to speak, "Song Gu is already the imperial husband set by the imperial sister, and there is no room for mistakes...... cough cough cough ......"

"Hehe......" Lu Fusang's words smoothly intercepted Jingyu's idea of killing the two people in front of him, "Since he is the royal husband set by His Royal Highness King Sui, the old body will not say much, but the words of the old body have not been finished yet...... Now that the Holy One is seriously ill, it is not appropriate to accept a person with ill intentions at his side......"

"Hmm......" Lu Fusang heard the sound and closed his eyes slightly, but he didn't want to talk to Jingyu.

Seeing that Lu Fusang didn't want to talk to him, Jingyu was not embarrassed, and went straight against the guest, and spoke in the words of the lord of the country: "Aunt Dongzang and write down, the widow is sympathetic to the people, because of the recent disasters, so the gift of the imperial husband will ......be raised again in three years."

"Auntie, killing the monarch has only been married for three years, it's too light-" Before Jingyu's words fell, Song Gu was already standing in front of Lu Fusang's couch.

"Is it light?" Jing Yu swept Song Yun's face with half-squinted eyes, "If you look at Song Yun's face, you can know how light and heavy...... Silly boy, you're still too immature...... If you can't kill people too much, if you can't cut the grass and eradicate the roots, you can only let him suffer humiliation......"

"Insulting?" Song Gu wanted to continue asking, but saw several women in palace clothes appear at the entrance of the palace.

"Holy!"

Dongzang pursed his lips when he saw the spring, summer and autumn harvest of the entrance.

"Autumn harvest and go to prepare dinner, Xia He quickly took the imperial husband out of the palace, and hid in winter and went to prepare for the decree...... The widow and the aunt still have a few words to say...... "Lu Fusang's eyes didn't open, but he just lightly clarified what they should do with the people who entered the hall."

"Yes, Holy."

Watching the people in the hall step out of the hall one by one, Jingyu's eyes became warmer and warmer.

"It seems that over the years, Sang'er's lord has done a good job."

"Laughing at it, Aunt Huang." Hearing the sound of the temple door slowly being closed, Lu Fusang slowly opened his eyes.

Well? Aunt Huang? It turned out that the old woman who accompanied her to see the flowers was also surnamed Lu ......

Seeing that the old woman's expression in the hall had eased, Lu Fufeng knew that the current crisis had been solved. Laughing lightly, he got up from the eaves, and Lu Fufeng raised his feet to find Cui Jing who had just been left in the palace by himself. She still had business to do to find Cui Jing, but just now she seemed to have left Cui Jing in an extremely remote courtyard......

Hearing Lu Fusang call 'Imperial Aunt', Jingyu glanced slightly at Lu Fusang: "Hehehe...... I guessed the identity of the old man so quickly. The old body is just mentioning ...... to you."

"Since the imperial aunt has already said the word 'Jingyu', why do you need to say more?" Recalling the tablet engraved with the word 'Lu Jingyu' in the temple for a moment, Lu Fusang pursed his lips and smiled.

"Talk? In fact, the old body originally wanted to get rid of the holy ...... today," Jing Yu slowly held Lu Fusang's wrist with one hand, "The old body wants the saint to know the meaning of the old body." ”

"Then why not get rid of it?" Without the slightest embarrassment of being discovered, Lu Fusang calmly took out a dagger from his sleeve and threw it to the ground, "Ahem, cough...... If the imperial aunt didn't make a move, Yun'er would be a corpse lying on the ground by now. ”

"Really? If Yun'er died, Sang'er's life might not survive tonight......" Thinking back to Song Yun's eyes when he was grabbed by his hand, Jingyu couldn't help but feel a little regretful, Song Yun's child was worse than the one in front of her after all.

Survive tonight?

"Hehe......" Jingyu's words made Lu Fusang almost burst into tears, "Even if you survive tonight, doesn't Fusang have a few days to live?" The royal aunt said that the people who are about to die still mind these days."

Listening to Lu Fusang's muttering, Jingyu seemed to see the scene a few years ago, when she was sitting in front of Lu Fusang's mother-in-law, that is, her imperial sister's sickbed. At that time, her tablet had been placed in the temple for decades, and she herself had been in the palace for decades.

"Don't you mind? Then why didn't Sang'er entrust this country to Yun'er? He was not a tough man, but he could barely take on the task. ”

Jing Yu quietly looked into Lu Fusang's eyes.

"He is not a descendant of the Lu family."

Meeting Jingyu's gaze, Lu Fusang pursed his lips and spit out a few words coldly.

"Really?" Staring at the struggle in Lu Fusang's eyes, Jingyu sighed heavily, "Sang'er should know that Sang'er's throne should be old." ”

"Huh...... Old ...... The imperial aunt is only forty years old, won't she regret it for life if she pretends to be old? Hearing Jingyu's sigh, Lu Fusang suddenly remembered the letter Guo Huangfu wrote to Fufeng on his deathbed to appease himself. She knew that Guo Huangfu had no entanglement with the woman in front of her, but she remembered that Guo Huangfu faintly hinted at Fufeng in the letter, and her mother was not the queen mother, but the queen mother's royal sister, King Jing.

"Regrets for life?" Jingyu's train of thought seemed to have been interrupted by Lu Fusang, and she reached out and pinched Lu Fusang's neck, "What do you know?" ”

"Ahem......" found that he was stuck in the neck by Jingyu, and Lu Fusang experienced the two worlds of life and death for the second time. However, this time she was not as flustered as she was when she was stuck by Fufeng last time, "It depends on what the imperial aunt knows......

Yun Qingfeng's light smile ignited the hatred in Jing Yu's heart: "The imperial aunt only knows that Song Yun is not surnamed Song!" ”

"Hehehe...... It turned out that the imperial aunt also knew that Song Yun's surname was Lu ......, "I only knew that my surname was 'Song' and not 'Lu' when my father committed suicide in Fangliang." And Song Yun, the son who accompanied him every day, was the heir of the mother and father. Who knows who his mother is? According to Song Yun's statement that he lost his father since he was a child, his father should have died early. Thinking that Song Yun's father was originally surnamed Song, Lu Fusang couldn't help but feel funny, he was just an illegitimate child, and he could still climb on the head of these 10,000 people and hold on for so many years. She has always let the Song family go, not only because the Song family is kind to her, but also because she is a member of the Song family.

But how could she have expected that the Song family would use her as a pawn to open the way for a baby boy of the Lu family! It's ridiculous to be mixed with the foolish loyalty of the family fighting for power!

"You've been occupying the magpie's nest for too long, San'er...... This throne belongs to the imperial aunt. Seeing a faint smile on the corner of Lu Fusang's lips, Jingyu immediately let go of her hand - she didn't like people who begged for death.

Finding that Jing Yu let go of his hand, Lu Fusang's smile expanded a little more. Rather than hand over the throne to Song Yun, she would rather hand over the throne to the woman in front of her. "Does the imperial aunt want this position? The mother's suicide note is still in the widow's study...... Ahem......"