Liying still walked forward, taking the sound as an illusion, she didn't want to laugh at herself twice in a row.

"Stop! Do you hear that? The voice grew louder and louder, and a chill felt in her neck.

She looked down and saw a sharp knife actually resting on her collarbone.

"You, what are you doing?" Liying wanted to scream, but she was afraid that if she moved too much, the sharp knife would cut herself.

"Where are you going?"

"East ......," she didn't continue.

"Donggong, huh?" The voice was eerie.

Liying shook her head, she didn't know what it meant.

"Hand over the stuff!"

"What...... Stuff? Li Ying instinctively made the last struggle.

"Something for the East Palace!" The voice was unequivocal, as if it had seen all the secrets.

Li Ying took out the letter from her bosom, and the man snatched it up.

"Go back! Don't go to the East Palace! The voice was as terrifying as a holy decree.

Liying turned around and ran wildly, the noon sun shining on her shadow very short, and those two short and unseemly legs never seemed to be able to run to a safe place.

Lu Shi has been trembling. She regretted it.

Why would she do what others tell her like a fool? When someone asked her to write a letter, she wrote it, and when someone asked her to give it to her son, she gave it to her son.

Didn't she already think about how to save her son? As soon as she dies, everything is over. Her son can get the throne, and she doesn't have to torture herself anymore, and she doesn't have to do things that she can't do on her own.

Why did she change her mind? Because she's also afraid of death!

Lu Shi closed her eyes in despair, held her breath, and clenched her teeth, her whole face straining, and her every wrinkle trembled.

She hated herself. Why can't she make a sacrifice for her son? How could she be so selfish?

At the most critical moment, she realized which side the scales of fear of death and love for her son tended.

She walked over to the bed and pulled out the two belts from under the mat that she hadn't been able to use.

She had to put weight on the side of her loving son.

The tutor Lu received since she was a child had already told her that as a virtuous mother, she must have a calf licking love for her children, and she must take Meng's mother as an example.

She didn't get the opportunity to move three times, nor did she get the opportunity to choose her neighbor, but she had the opportunity to choose to give up her life.

She believes that if she is Meng's mother, she will definitely do the same.

Lu Shi made up her mind, and this time she was determined to do so, and after wavering, worrying, and fearing, she always understood her mind better.

There was a rush of footsteps from far and near. Lu's heart beat violently.

She hurriedly stood up, found the rope still in her hand, and quickly tucked it under the bed again.

The maid Liying staggered into the room, her face pale, out of breath, trying to speak, but she could only make a "snort" sound in her throat.

Lu Shi stood a foot away from the maid, not daring to act rashly, allowing terror to lie between the two.

......After a long time, the maid finally spoke, "Believe ......"

Lu Shi grabbed the hem of her dress, as if any light and fluttery thing could support her, except herself.

"The letter was snatched away!" The hardest words came out, and the maid was relieved and threw the hot potato to someone else.

"Who? Who snatched it? Lu Shi did not collapse on the ground. She had prepared for the worst, and it helped her a lot.

"I don't know, that person is always behind the slave!" The maid stared at her frightened eyes, as if she were telling a ghost story circulating in the streets.

"What else did he say?"

"He said that Niangniang can't have any connection with the emperor's eldest grandson."

"Jin Yiwei!" Lu Shi made the quickest judgment in his life, "Is he holding an embroidered spring knife?" ”

"Embroidered spring knife?" The maid's dark eyes turned a few times, and what she recalled was more of that cold murderous aura, and the piercing sharp knife finally squeezed in.

The maid stiffened her neck, as if the sharp knife was still beside hers.

"It's bright...... It's shrill......," she did her best to describe it.

Lu Shi turned around. What's the use, she asks? In fact, she didn't know what the embroidered spring knife looked like.

However, she was convinced of her own judgment, and it was Jinyiwei who took away the letter she had written.

Except that Jinyiwei was ordered by the emperor to prevent her from having dealings with Wei'er, who would interfere with them?

"You get out!" The Lu clan calmed down, and it seemed that the worst-case plan could come in handy.

Anxiety always comes when you don't know what to do, and once you've made up your mind, there's nothing to panic about.

"...... The slave maid brought you jujube ginseng soup, and the slave maid boiled it in the morning. The little wit that the maid had was brought into full play at this time.

She knew that the news she brought was a big blow to the crown princess, and she must not let the crown princess leave her sight, at least today.

Liying is not thinking about the crown princess, she has only known how to act according to orders since she was a child, and never knew how to think about others.

She did so out of an instinctive sense of self-preservation.

She witnessed the difficult situation of the slave who had lost her master, and was kicked around like a ball by the new master.

The most important thing is that her marriage to her lover will become a flower in the water, and the moon in the mirror.

She spent twenty years serving the crown princess faithfully in exchange for the promise, and which new master can give her?

If the crown princess is alive, she can live well.

"I don't drink anymore." The crown princess replied unintentionally.

"Slave and maid go and bring it to you." The maid pretended not to hear the princess's words and slowly walked out of the room.

In the blink of an eye, the maid appeared in the house again, holding a bowl of jujube ginseng soup in her hand.

The jujube ginseng soup didn't catch the attention of either of them. The maid paid attention to the crown princess, and the princess paid attention to the belt under the bed.

Zhu Yuanzhang took the letter handed to him by Jinyiwei and sat silently on the dragon chair.

He didn't open the letter, he just wanted to burn it and the crown princess with one fire.

Anger rolled through him, and he coughed violently.

Ever since he was poisoned by a snake when he was released in Xuanyuan Temple a few years ago, his body has been getting worse day by day.

Relying on his strong foundation and the exhaustive thinking of the imperial doctor, he sometimes coughed up blood, sometimes dizzy, sometimes insomnia, and stumbled to live to this day.

He didn't know how many days he had left, and neither did the imperial doctor.

Zhu Yunwen is the heir in his mind, and he must eradicate all future troubles for Zhu Yunwen in his lifetime.

After losing his eldest son, he cherished this eldest grandson even more and wanted to maintain the relationship between his grandson and grandson.

However, he is not a commoner, and he can't just think about the two of them, or the people of their family, he thinks about the whole world.

He has seen too many emperors in the past dynasties being made into miasma by women, and he has heard too many women playing with power.

Although the crown princess's elder brother Lu Guangju has mutilated his right arm and resigned from his official position, who can guarantee that he is not disabled or disabled, and who can guarantee that he will not reappear in the future? Who can guarantee that the crown princess will not break into the six ministries alone and will not monopolize the power of the court?

Zhu Yunwen is still too immature, and he doesn't know the crown princess himself, how can he raise a tiger next to his grandson who is not yet capable of fighting tigers?

On a summer afternoon, a cool breeze blows into the temple. The beaded curtains beat happily, with their free melody.

The cool breeze stopped on Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, nose, lips and beard, like a drizzle moistening the dry land.

Zhu Yuanzhang felt refreshed.

The letter on the dragon case threw herself into his arms, and looked at him pitifully with his mouth open.

"Look, see what this woman can do with me on her back?" Zhu Yuanzhang opened the letter.

"Son, mother is very good, don't worry. The son takes the father as the model, the quiet self-cultivation, the thrift to cultivate virtue, the love of the officials, the benevolence and care of the people, and the mother's heart is very comforting. However, family affairs are shoes, the world is the crown, and Wang'er must not be inverted. Thinking should be headed by the people, and the king should be the first to deal with oneself, and if you go far, you will be great, and it is the duty of ordinary people to endure it. The mother has learned the way of husband and child since childhood, and throughout her life, she only knows this way. The mother is the eldest of the husband and the son, and the husband and the son are the greatest of the world, and the mother is afraid to forget. Although the mother's words are not reasonable, they come from the bottom of my heart, and I hope my son will remember it. ”

Another cool breeze blew into the hall, and it playfully wrapped around the hair on Zhu Yuanzhang's forehead and rolled them up to Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.

Zhu Yuanzhang hurriedly brushed his hair, rubbed his eyes, and read the letter in his hand again.

The words on the letter shone brightly, and Zhu Yuanzhang's heart was excited.

He no longer has to face the pleading eyes of Bing'er, he no longer has to worry about Wei'er being sad and in a dilemma, the regrets that he and his eldest son once had will never happen between him and his eldest grandson again, he can be a good grandfather.

Zhu Yuanzhang has always wanted his family to be happy, although it is difficult because he is the emperor.

He would also be thrilled by this unexpected gain, because he was also mortal.

Tens of thousands of eyes in the court and China stared at the crown princess from martyrdom to safety, to house arrest, and then to safety, and they analyzed the reasons in their respective understandings and needs, and made their own accurate judgments about the impact of this incident on them.

Some are happy and some are sad, some are disheartened, some are ecstatic, some are still waiting, and some are beginning to weave a new network of relationships.

Zhu Di is no exception.

In these days in the capital, his mood is constantly changing between sadness and joy.

When the crown princess was in a difficult situation, he scratched his heart with a hundred claws; When the crown princess was safe, he was full of spring breeze.

In fact, he never felt pity for the crown princess, but he saw through the ups and downs of the crown princess that there was an extremely close relationship with the ownership of the throne.

Hongshi didn't tell Zhu Di that he rescued the crown princess twice.

He knew that Zhu Di didn't care about this woman's life, and at the same time, he didn't want to explain why he did it.

Except for the fact that the seizure of the throne between Hongshi and Zhu Di is self-evident and understandable, there is no need for other things to be mixed in at all.