Zhao Wu's posture was teaching his son a lesson, and I couldn't interject, so I had to listen with Hu Hai.

"You come over to me..."Zhao Wu waited for Hu Hai to get closer, pulled his hand and pulled his ear and walked out of the bamboo forest, and kept muttering: "Look at the old lady who won't pick your skin when she goes back." Don't you know how your father can't see it? Yes? I'm still smiling here, I don't know how important it is..."

Zhao Wu's shouting voice dispersed more and more with the north wind, and soon disappeared, but her words were still rolling in my ears—she was suing Hu Hai that I was a suspect in harming Yingzheng's blindness.

"Ma'am—" Luo Leng looked at me worriedly.

I shook my head at her, and I could hear this resentment.

"I'm fine."

I took advantage of Hu Hai, no matter whether what I want Hu Hai to do succeeds or not, Zhao Wu, as Hu Hai's dearest mother, should listen to her words.

Although there is a way to apply it externally, the possibility of it is still to be verified (or it can be concluded that it is an impossible task), so the internal treatment method on my side must be successful.

I put the eight-treasure porridge from the stone pot on the small stove into a silver bowl and placed it firmly on the silver plate held by Luo Onion.

The food that Yingzheng wants to use has to be examined by the imperial doctor, so I don't dare to put the antidote in the eight-treasure porridge for Yingzheng, so I can only send it to Yingzheng in person, and wait for the opportunity to put it in when there is no one around Yingzheng to serve.

Luo Cong heard that Ying Zheng was in the book hall, and Zhao Gao was serving outside the hall, thinking that Ying Zheng was finally working alone again, I was excited in my heart: such a rare opportunity cannot be missed, I must succeed in getting along with Ying Zheng alone!

Zhao Gao saw me asking to see Yingzheng, and smiled as usual.

"How long has the king been in there?"

I showed a "unlucky" look and gave Zhao Gao an expression that I was looking forward to Ying Zheng coming out early so that he could give him porridge to drink.

"Mrs. Huixi, the king has only been in for a while, and I don't know when I will be waiting for this time." He squeezed his eyes and told me bitterly.

I could hear that Zhao Gao had the intention of sending off guests, but I couldn't leave.

"Oh, is there a lot of government to deal with?" I exhaled through the wings of my nose. Looking at the moonlight above the book hall, he said, "It's all this hour, it's time to send some supper to the king." ”

After inspecting the eight-treasure porridge, the imperial physician handed the porridge to Zhao Gao, who took it and said with a smile: "Madame has the heart to make such a fragrant porridge, the king will definitely like it." Hehe, it's late at night, so it's better to be sent in by a minion. ”

I want to be sent in by Zhao Gao, but not today, if this porridge is sent by him, what else can I sing?

"The king's suffering is the fault of this palace. This palace came with the king's eye disease in mind. Let's send it to Hongu. I blamed myself.

Zhao Gao's face clearly reflected a hesitant refusal.

"Isn't it inappropriate for this palace to see the king?" I looked at Zhao Gao in amazement. Knowingly, he asked: "Every time this palace comes to see the king and Zhao Changshi, it is embarrassing, isn't it, isn't it the right time for this palace to come?" ”

I asked this because I wanted Zhao Gao to explain.

I knew in my heart that Zhao Gao didn't need to explain. Because he hesitated because Yingzheng was not in a good mood every time he saw me, he hesitated to let me in.

"How dare the slave say that the lady came at the wrong time, since the lady insisted on personally sending porridge to the king, then let the slave report it."

Zhao Gao approached the crack of the door of the book hall, and asked Ying Zheng in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Xi has sent porridge." ”

Wait for a while, there is no sound coming from inside.

I was afraid that Ying Zheng would not want to see me and would refuse to see me when he heard Zhao Gao's report again, so I took the initiative to step forward and said to the crack in the door: "Your Majesty." The slave concubine boiled the eight-treasure porridge that the king liked and offered it to the king, and if the king had no objection, the slave concubine went in. ”

Yingzheng still didn't respond to us, and I didn't get the promise, and I should have left in peace. But because I didn't get an inaccurate instruction, I reached out to Zhao Gao and asked for a silver plate to prepare to go in.

Ying Zheng didn't respond, and Zhao Gao couldn't stop me, he saw that I went in with a clear demeanor, so he had to let me take the silver plate. As for whether I hit a wall or curry favor with success, he waited for the news that he was reprimanded or praised by Yingzheng.

Entering the hall, covering the door of the palace, the moment I turned around and walked towards Yingzheng from the direction of the palace gate, I took down the golden hairpin made by Lin Jixiang on the top of my head when I entered the Qin Palace, cut the mechanism of the golden beads on the top of the hairpin, and put the medicinal powder inside into the bowl.

With a tray in one hand and a golden hairpin in the other, I walked to the bookcase where Ying Zheng was sitting, quietly waiting for Ying Zheng's leisure moment.

Ying Zheng concentrated on touching the bamboo book office, stacking and "looking" one after another, and even Zhao Gao, who was closest to him, was not allowed to get close, personally reviewed it, and was very dedicated, which is a crucial acquired factor for him to dominate the world.

Finally, when my legs were numb, Yingzheng raised his hand and rubbed his temples tiredly.

I was overjoyed, and hurriedly placed the silver plate on his desk, paying attention to his hand, and moved the spoon and bowl to the place where he could most easily reach them.

Ying Zheng didn't refuse, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge, sniffed it lightly under his nose, and slowly put it in his mouth. Noticing that the porridge was slightly cold, he didn't pause, and it took five or six consecutive hits before stopping.

"I heard that you made a lot of nonsense in the national prison, saying that the piano master Lin Ru is not guilty, but is there such a thing?" He let go of the spoon and put it in the bowl.

I knew I couldn't get away with it.

"It is true." I'll be honest with you.

Ying Zheng coldly refuted me.

"In a few words, a person's innocence and treachery are determined, so what is the use of a widow still being imprisoned and judged?" The voice is quite poor.

I knew my mistake and crouched down.

"The slave concubine is guilty! However, Lin Qinshi's words were sincere, and the slave concubine felt that it was reasonable, and he had just arrived, how could he collude with the servants in the palace and murder the king?

Lin Qin only escaped a month ago, and after the life and death experience, he spared his life, how could he train a thug to joke with his own life? The slave concubine considered it like this, and hoped that the king would know. ”

I speak sincerely, disobediently and sincerely.

Ying Zheng's words became even colder.

"Do you think he's right? A thug who has been acting in the palace for so many years without showing his true face, why is he extremely riotous as soon as he is trained? Do you feel justified in the words of the widow? ”

Judging from Ying Zheng's tortuous tone, he should have asked deliberately in anger, and Cheng wanted to hear my answer.

I naturally feel that Yingzheng's words are reasonable, because this is the truth, but I can't say that his words are reasonable.

Naturally, I can't say that he is unreasonable.

"What the king said is extremely true, if the grand duke is deliberately trying to assassinate the king, such a way of thinking is indeed suspicious.

However, the Grand Duke was randomly selected from among the thousands of concubines in prison, and he had no reason or condition to provoke a dead soldier in just a few days, and it was such a superb martial artist. ”