He was of average height, about the age of his early thirties, with two moustaches, and wore a new navy blue padded jacket with woolen shoulders. Seeing the little jailer looking over, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Little brother, take a step to speak, I have a few words to ask you." ”

Because Fang had just gained some benefits when he handed things inside, the little jailer couldn't just excuse himself, so he followed the man to the corner alley while the people were scattering, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?" ”

The man said: "Filial piety to the loyal and brave father, can he move the chopsticks?" ”

"Didn't you see that the emperor just came to the royal car in person, and he only cared about taking the car, where did he have the time to look at that."

The middle-aged man took out a silver ingot from his sleeve, smiled and stuffed it into the jailer's hand, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The little jailer exclaimed in astonishment, "You can't be a man, you can't buy as much wine as you want with so much silver, so you have to get a pot of wine back." ”

"I'm tired of the little brother, the roast chicken Zhongyong Gong didn't move, and he can do whatever he wants, but the wine jug is my master's beloved thing. Be sure to take the flask back. ”

The jailer weighed the money, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'll help you with this." ”

He took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to the inside, and saw that the food that had been placed in the prison was gone, and he was busy outside, and saw that several jailers were eating chicken, so he had to go forward and fetch the wine jug that was placed aside, and gag with a few brothers, promising to go back and sift a better pot of wine to warm up the brothers, and then he successfully brought out a full pot of wine and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man put away the flask and dragged the little jailer deeper into the alley. He laughed in a low voice and said, "Little brother." Do you know which house I am from? ”

"You're not from the Nine Princes' Mansion? You're a rambling man. I asked what I was doing again......" Before the words fell, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. Looking down, the dagger was pulled out of the abdomen, and blood gushed out through the padded jacket.

"You ......," the jailer's eyes widened, and he couldn't figure out why he had died.

The middle-aged man made two more stabs when he fell, and found the silver ingot just now from his arms, then sneered, picked up the wine jug and left.

Heavy snow is falling. A thin layer fell on the fallen man, and there was a faint heat from the place where the blood gushed out......

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On the carriage, the little emperor untied the sable velvet and draped it on Huo Shijiu's body, and saw that his face was pale and his hair was scattered, and he couldn't help but feel distressed.

Since I met Huo Shijiu, I have only seen him as the most chic person, and he has always been noble and refreshed. Where would there be such a wolf bèi?

The little emperor was a little soft-hearted, so he said patiently: "Brother Ying." If you are not disobedient to me, why are you so? I really see you've lost a lot of weight. Your face is not good-looking, are you okay? ”

Looking up and down Huo Shijiu's body, he didn't see any scars, and he was a lot more relieved, "I only said that I would lock you up, and I didn't say that I would torture you, and those puppies didn't dare to do anything to you." ”

Huo Nineteen bowed his head and said: "What the emperor said is that the minister was only punished by needles. is not like General Qiu, he is covered with wounds, and he also asked the emperor to be gracious and ordered people to heal him. In the future, if there is really a time to mobilize troops, my Dayan will still rely on General Qiu. ”

When the little emperor heard this, he felt unhappy.

Rely on? As the Ninth Five-Year Honor, who does he need to rely on?

This whole day, including going to personally welcome Huo Shijiu and Qiu Maogong, he was unwilling. But since he decided to punish people for their good lives, and now he has to release people in person because of the public opinion of the people in the world, how comfortable is he now?

cared about him for two sentences, and he pulled him to Qiu Maogong again.

"Okay, I let you out, but not so that you can continue to disobey me. Later, when I return to the palace, I will change my clothes, and I have asked someone to prepare a hot soup bath for you, so that you can go to the bad luck and warm your body. As for the needle, I'll ask about it later. ”

Huo Shijiu only smiled and nodded, not saying more. Since the opinions of the two are different, what is the use of him saying more?

When he arrived in the palace, he went to the side hall of the little emperor's bedroom to bathe and change his clothes, put on a new Shi Qingyun brocade jacket, and put on the sable wool coat that the little emperor personally appreciated. The hair is also neatly tied with a white hosta on the top of the head.

Except that the complexion is not very good, the rest is no different from usual.

Seeing him like this, the little emperor was in a much better mood, so he said, "I have just asked who tortured you, and I have already ordered someone to take them down and then hand them over to you for disposal. Brother Ying, I'm going to pick you up in person, so don't you be angry anymore, right? ”

"The minister doesn't dare, the minister is afraid." Huo Nineteen knelt down and saluted, only saying such a sentence, and there were no more superfluous words.

The little emperor felt that Huo Shijiu had some indescribable changes, and his attitude towards him was still respectful, but he was not so intimate.

The little emperor was a little anxious, got up and said, "Big Brother Ying won't remember my hatred, right?" Even if I shut you up, that's what you mean by disobedience, didn't I really let you out? ”

"The minister doesn't dare, the emperor is merciful, and the minister is grateful." Prostration of the rules.

The little emperor gritted his teeth, clenched his fists behind his back, and only let go after a while, squatted down and said patiently: "Brother Ying, I also have my troubles......"

Huo Shijiu knelt with his eyes down, not looking at the little emperor's face, listening to his soft and hard reasoning, but his heart was like a frozen lake, but he couldn't make the slightest ripple in his heart.

If he said that he was not sober before, and he was in prison in the winter, he should also be "cold" and quiet.

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At the same time, in the Zhongcui Palace where Concubine Jin lived, she was supported by Tingyu and saluted: "Courtesy Concubine Jin, please be safe." ”

The nurse held seven catties behind her, and also saluted: "Xiao Shizi has asked Concubine Jin to say goodbye." ”

Concubine Jin sat in the first place, looked at Jiang Yu casually, and then glanced at the beautiful child wearing a little red jacket in the arms of the nurse, and there was an irrepressible jealousy in her heart.

She has been serving the emperor for a while, at first the emperor refused to touch her, and then finally agreed, but her stomach has not moved.

The emperor's heirs are thin, just such a sick and crooked little prince, she is the one who has suffered the most from the emperor's rain and dew recently, if she can come out on top, the phoenix position may not be her in the future. But there is exclusive grace, and it has not succeeded until now.

On the other hand, Duchess Zhongyong has given birth to a son, not to mention, and now she is more than seven months pregnant.

Although she is the emperor's person, her identity is far more noble than Jiang Yu. But if you think about it carefully, what she can't ask for, Jiang Yu can get it lightly, and she doesn't blame her for being jealous of a foreign minister's family.

"Hurry up." Concubine Jin smiled and said, "Sit." ”

"Xie Niangniang."

Jiang Yu sat down on the side under the service of listening to the rain, and the nurse just put the seven catties on the circle chair with a thick mattress, and the seven catties moved her legs and wanted to get off the ground, and she also opened her hand to call Jiang Yu: "Mother, hug." ”

The child's voice is milky, and the hearts of those who call are soft, even if they are not their own children, they still have feelings. Jiang Wei took Qijin's hand, asked him to stand in front of him, and coaxed in a low voice: "Qijin is good, don't make trouble." He explained to Concubine Jin: "Don't blame Niangniang, the child is still too young, and it shouldn't have been brought to the palace to disturb Niangniang's tranquility." ”

Concubine Jin said: "What did Duchess Zhongyong say, this palace invited your mother and son to come, can you still blame you for this?" Moreover, this palace looks at Xiao Shizi, but it is cute and tight. Hold it and show it to Hongu. ”

"Yes." The palace maid next to him stepped forward and took Qijin's hand to coax him to go.

The child just learned to walk, and he couldn't stand steadily, and the palace maid held his little hand, and his little body shook a little. The nurse was busy approaching, holding the back of seven catties with both hands, helping him step by step to the Jin Concubine, and the small golden bell on his wrist jingled when he walked, which was particularly crisp and cute.

Concubine Jin's nails were rounded with bright red kodan, and her index finger lightly touched Qijin's cheeks.

The child tilted his head, and there seemed to be doubt in his long and narrow eyes, but he was not afraid of life.

Concubine Jin looked at Qijin's face, and remembered the little emperor for no reason.

The child's eyes were very similar to the emperor's. And looking at this child, it is not like the Duchess Zhongyong.

Eighty percent is like a father?

He may really be the emperor's blood!

Either the emperor loved him so much in the past, he had to leave him in the palace!

Thinking about it like this, Concubine Jin was a little flustered. The little frozen cat in the swaddling clothes is not a climate, but no one harms him, and he may not live for a few years. That's not in a hurry to clean up.

It's the one in front of me who is anxious.

Although his current identity is the prince of Zhongyong, who can tell the royal affairs clearly? If the emperor has a dragon nature, and wants this child to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, then he is the eldest son of the emperor.

She hasn't moved at all, is this going to lose?

Jiang Wei saw that Concubine Jin was looking at the wrong color of Qijin, so she stepped forward with her waist and bent down to hold Qijin's hand: "Good girl, let's not quarrel with Concubine Jin, let the nurse take you to eat snacks, okay?" ”

"I want my mother to hug me." Qijin raised his head, slowly and logically, and said very seriously.

It's so cute.

Jiang Yu touched his head: "Okay, my mother will definitely hold you in the future, okay?" "Look at the nurse.

The nurse immediately understood and hugged Qijin: "Little Shizi, the slave maid will serve you to eat snacks." ”

Seeing that Qijin was carried by the nurse not far away, Jiang Yu said: "Concubine Jin, I don't know what happened to our mother and son entering the palace?" ”

Concubine Jin looked at Jiang Yu with a smile and said with a smile: "Duchess Zhongyong is so blessed, this palace has to envy you." You also have to understand the emperor's heart for you. ”

Purpose?

Jiang Yu was suspicious in her heart, and said with a puzzled face: "What the lady said, the courtiers don't quite understand. ”

"If you don't understand, don't worry, the emperor just understands in his heart. You can rest assured, even for the sake of you and your children, the emperor will not treat the loyal and brave prince like this. Later, let's go to the side hall together. The emperor is going to feast your family there. (To be continued......)