Snowflakes were sprinkled on the eaves of the palace pavilion, and Mrs. Lu and the Queen Mother were sitting upright on the chairs in the gorgeous living room, their expressions were a little strange, looking at Xiao Ting, who was sitting triumphantly opposite.

Something happened this morning, Mrs. Lu thought that Xiao Ting had caused a big disaster, and Xiao Ting's mother was not good at coming forward, so she asked her daughter-in-law to enter the palace to intercede with the Queen Mother, lest Xiao Chuyang be angry and directly slap Xiao Ting to death.

Although Mrs. Lu doesn't look down on Xiao Ting, after all, she is the little uncle of her husband's family, and she usually doesn't learn or fake, but she hasn't made a big mistake, so she still hurried into the palace to find the queen mother.

It turned out well.

Sweep away the evil 'Xiao Qingtian'!

It is an exaggeration to make the last big case of illegal salt cracked.

The children of the current princes and princes are not happy to fly and be arrogant, and they are righteous and brave?

The Queen Mother knows Xiao Ting's temperament very well, and she doesn't believe that Xiao Ting can do such a big thing that is not afraid of power and is the master of the people. At this time, holding a teacup, his beautiful eyes were a little scrutinized:

"Xiao Ting, tell me honestly, who gave you your attention?"

Xiao Ting's face was full of righteousness, and he was finally praised by the civil and military officials for being 'upright and upright, not dishonoring the family', but he didn't enjoy it, how could he push the credit out again. And he went deep into the tiger's den last night to cover up, he should have taken the lead, where was he willing to explain truthfully at this time, and he was very aggrieved:

"Auntie! I'm your own nephew, what's wrong with me doing a good thing? What's wrong with me for the people? ……”

Mrs. Lu and the Queen Mother were all helpless, and it was really hard to say anything, after all, Xiao Ting was indeed in Baimazhuang yesterday, and what he did was a good thing praised by tens of thousands of people, and he couldn't scold Xiao Ting in turn.

Mrs. Lu pondered for a moment and asked:

"Who was that masked knife man you brought with you last night? I heard that the Imperial Forest Army said that the martial arts are strong and can fight the tiger alone, and the two martial artists on Hutai Street were killed and injured, and the doormen at home, there are only about a dozen of them who have this skill, and they didn't go out with you last night. ”

Xiao Ting was instructed by Xu Buling last night, and knew that Mrs. Lu didn't like Xu Buling to kill, so at this time, for the sake of giving him a great merit for nothing, she was very righteous:

"The friends I know are just nobodies."

Mrs. Lu frowned, she knew that Xu Buling had a good knife, but she was actually very suspicious that Xu Buling was making an idea behind her back, but if this matter was broken, it would inevitably make Xu Buling's reputation go to the next level, and she didn't say anything more at the moment, and got up and went out of the palace to find Xu Buling and ask him face to face......

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On the other side, after the morning court meeting dispersed, the ministers left the Suzaku Gate one after another with some doubts.

Song Ji, the Son of Heaven, returned to the imperial study, and all the palace maids and eunuchs retreated, leaving only Gonggong Jia alone.

The imperial study room is filled with incense, and there is a Danqing painting on the wall, on which is a woman in palace clothes.

The imperial case was full of recitals from all over the world, and the poems sent a few days ago were placed in the corner of the bookshelf, and the first piece of rice paper was the poem "My Prime Minister Daddy".

Song Ji glanced at it, and he couldn't even raise the interest in picking it up. This year, there was a great drought in Shudi, and there had just happened a scandal that damaged the face of the imperial court, and Song Ji was not good at tasting poetry at this time, so he sat down in front of the chessboard by the window, and there was a game of chess that had not been played.

Father-in-law Jia took a humble posture, sat down opposite the chessboard, and seriously accompanied Song Ji to play chess.

Father-in-law Jia looks skinny, like an old man in his twilight years, but he can serve Song Ji closely, and his identity is by no means simple. Jiagong Gonggong has passed a Jiazi since he entered the palace at a young age, and with Xiaozong entering Chang'an, watching Xu Lie become the king, serving the first emperor for a lifetime, and then serving Song Ji, he has always been the patron saint of Da Nei.

Da Yue's warriors are heroic, Northern Qi, South Vietnam, and even the lords of various feudal domains, many of them have sent dead soldiers to sneak into the palace to assassinate the Son of Heaven, if there is no Gonggong Jia who does not leave an inch, the Son of Heaven of Dayue does not know how many times he has died.

Song Ji held the white child and played with it at his fingertips, but he didn't fall for a long time, and he was a little absent-minded.

Father-in-law Jia smiled lightly and was respectful:

"The Holy One has already fallen, why are you hesitating?"

Song Jie was silent for a moment and shook his head:

"Last night's incident was not done by Xiao Ting, and I couldn't see through the situation, so I naturally hesitated...... That's it, there must be a plan for the beginning, just wait and see what happens. ”

Father-in-law Jia nodded slowly, the chess pieces were buckled on the jade plate, and he stopped talking......

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It was past noon, the luxury carriage stopped outside the Su Wang's Mansion, the moon slave stretched out her hand to help, and Mrs. Lu got off the carriage and walked into the gate of the palace.

There was no one in the Su Palace, and the eight palace guards stood outside the gate to fill the façade, and at this time they raised their hands seriously and bowed:

"Mrs. Lu."

"You're waiting outside."

Mrs. Lu asked her entourage to stop, took the vermilion food box from the hand of the moon slave, and stepped on the stone steps with Xiumei Palace boots, but she saw a figure in the afterglow. Looking around, it was a black-clothed female wolf guard looking around the corner of the palace, and after seeing her eyes, she quickly turned around and disappeared into the street.

Mrs. Lu frowned slightly, it was common for the Investigation Department to supervise the princes, but she didn't take it to heart, and walked into the quiet and empty palace by herself.

The New Year is approaching, and the other gates of Kuishou Street have begun to put up lights to prepare for the New Year, but the Suwang Mansion does not have the slightest festive appearance, and even the strange flowers and trees in the garden are unpruned and messy, and they are covered with thick snow.

Mrs. Lu walked through the corridor to the main courtyard of the back house, and Lao Xiao burned a brazier at the door of the study, put his cane on his knees to bake the fire, and was sleepy with half-squinted eyes. After seeing Mrs. Lu, Lao Xiao smiled and got up to leave.

The bedroom door was closed, apparently not yet up.

Mrs. Lu frowned, but she knew that Xu Buling was extremely self-disciplined, if she couldn't get up in the morning, she must have gone out to do something last night.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Lu's face sank a little, and she directly pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, and in a blink of an eye, she saw that between the curtains, Xu Buling was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and asleep, the wine jug was casually placed on the stool at the head of the bed, and the boot was poured down, obviously sleeping upside down.

With the sound of the door opening, the sleeping Xu Buling opened his eyes, regained his clarity after a while, turned his head to look, and quickly sat up:

"Aunt Lu, why are you here? Accidentally overslept......"

Xu Buling's handsome face had a bit of a smile, and he also made a hache, as if he had just woken up from oversleeping.

Mrs. Lu frowned lightly, walked up to her with a food box in her hand, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked at Xu Buling seriously:

"You went out last night?"

“…… Well...... Went out for a walk and came back late......"

"Went to White Horse Village?"

“……”

Facing Mrs. Lu's scrutinizing gaze, Xu Buling was a little helpless: "Private matters, it's hard to speak." ”

"What can you do?"

Mrs. Lu's eyes were serious, she put the food box on the small case next to her, and reached out to the placket of Xu Buling's clothes, wanting to untie the close-fitting white clothes.

Xu Buling grabbed Mrs. Lu's wrist and smiled:

"Aunt Lu, I'm eighteen."

"You're not a girl, what's wrong?"