Shopkeeper Zhu also disagreed when he knew that Meng Combrow was going to risk his life, but it was impossible to change what Meng Combrow decided, especially when it came to Jing Qicheng, she must not tolerate any mistakes in this matter.

Now that Father Chen is in his own hands, the next thing he has to do is to let the emperor know that he was wronged.

Now that the case is in the Criminal Department, Shangshu of the Criminal Department is the prince's person, he will definitely do everything possible to create charges against Jing Qicheng, if he can interrogate Jing Qicheng in a different place, it will make things easier.

She packed up and was about to go into the palace to see Concubine Xian, and Chun Xing asked her if it would make people feel a little rude to enter the palace like this.

Because today, Meng combed her eyebrows and dressed up a little, the dresses she wore were all plain, the hairpins on her head were all white jade or pearls, her face was not powdered, and even the lipstick was only a thin layer, which made her whole person look miserable.

Didn't Meng comb his eyebrows every time he entered the palace before, at least dressed up very festively? She said that only by dressing up like this will the emperor and Concubine Xian be happy when they look at it.

"It's not the same time anymore."

Meng combed her eyebrows and looked at herself in the mirror, she was dressed just right now.

In the Golden Hazel Pavilion is still the same as usual, a few little palace maids are sweeping at the palace gate, Meng combs her eyebrows and asks Concubine Xian if she can be in the palace today, and the little palace maid replied that it is really unfortunate, today the queen set up a banquet, and invited the ladies of each palace to go to the imperial garden to enjoy the chrysanthemums, and Concubine Xian just left not long ago.

"Then find someone to guide me, it just so happens that I may not see the queen for a long time."

The little palace maid hurriedly found a eunuch to take Meng to the imperial garden, and before she arrived at the garden, she heard the laughter from inside.

"Yo, Princess Chen is also here, it's really lively today."

After Meng combed her eyebrows and saluted, she saw that the queen was not there, only Concubine Xian, Concubine Yue and a few other ladies were drinking tea and enjoying the flowers.

"The queen mother just felt unwell and returned to Fengxi Palace, and a few of our sisters are here to talk and chat."

One of the concubines, after seeing Meng combing his eyebrows, had a sneering expression on his face, King Chen was still locked up in the prison, this princess was in a good mood, and she could come to the palace to pay respects.

Meng Combrow remembered that she seemed to have recently been re-appointed as a concubine, titled Ying, the daughter of the crown prince and the prince, eighteen years old, and she looked like a water spirit.

The crown prince is the prince's teacher, and this Ying nobleman has a lot to do with the East Palace, and it is said that the prince recommended him to the palace.

Meng combed her eyebrows and didn't notice the expression on her face, she just thought it was a little funny, a girl of the age of a flower and jade married an old man who was a few years older than her father and was jealous of a group of women, and the whole family still felt that this was a supreme honor.

The prince is the same, his mother is still alive, and he is going to send a woman to his father, I don't know what the queen feels like when she looks at this concubine all day long.

She didn't care about other people's eyes, she just found a place to sit down, and looked at the smiling ladies around her lightly.

At this time, Concubine Ying pointed to the chrysanthemums that were blooming brightly and said: "I heard that Princess Chen amazed everyone with a water-tune song in the Mid-Autumn Festival, but unfortunately I was not happy at that time and could not see the princess's grace. ”

Let yourself write poetry? Is it to think of yourself as someone who makes fun?

It seems that everyone is the same when they worship high and step on low, but this concubine's family has always been good friends with the prince, and it is not strange to embarrass herself.

She lowered her head, and caught a glimpse of the bright yellow behind the rockery behind her.

Meng combed his eyebrows and got up and was blessed, saying that he didn't have much poetry today, and he really couldn't think of any good sentences, for fear that he would insult the ears of several mothers, so he still didn't offer ugliness.

"The princess is really too modest, you can make poems at the palace banquet, but not here, is it because you look down on all of us?"

Ying Concubine is a bone in the egg, Meng combed her eyebrows and looked embarrassed.

Although Concubine Xian was a little unhappy, she thought about Concubine Ying's face, so she smiled and said to Meng that it would be as if the family was amusing and amusing, no matter what kind of poem, she could make one at will.

"Since this is the case, then the concubine body will be ugly."

Meng combed his eyebrows and walked to the side of the chrysanthemum, pretending to meditate.

Concubine Ying looked at Meng with a funny face, the poem last time was just her luck, this time she wanted to see what kind of poem she could write.

I saw Meng combing his eyebrows as if he had a flash of inspiration, and slowly began to chant.

"Flowers do not bloom and flowers are not blooming, and independence and alienation are not endless."

When these two lines of poetry came out, Concubine Ying was very disdainful, and said that Princess Chen was a talented woman, but she felt that it was average, and it seemed that it was really in vain.

Meng combed his eyebrows and said the last two sentences unhurriedly.

"I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could I have blown down in the north wind!"

Everyone was shocked, the last two lines of the poem can be described as the finishing touch, and the feeling of the whole poem is immediately different.

Before Concubine Ying could speak, she heard the sound of the emperor clapping his hands behind him.

"Good poetry, really good poetry."

The emperor walked out from behind the rockery, and everyone knelt down and bowed.

"Please, don't be polite."

The emperor exclaimed, the chrysanthemum temperament of the poems made by Meng Comb Mei is vividly written, even those scholars of the Hanlin Academy are difficult to write such poems.

But after winning the emperor's appreciation, Meng Combrow knelt down directly, saying that he had committed the crime of bullying the king, and hoped that the emperor would condemn him.

"Oh, what are you guilty of?"

The emperor asked suspiciously.

"Back to my father, in fact, this poem was not written by his son."

Concubine Ying smiled proudly, she really committed the crime of bullying the king.

"And who wrote this poem?"

Meng combs her eyebrows and knelt on the ground as if she didn't dare to say anything, Concubine Xian helped her up, and told her that it was good to tell the emperor the truth.

The poem ...... It was written by the prince. ”

Meng combs her eyebrows and said that when Jing Qicheng was in the palace, she liked chrysanthemums very much, and she often recited this poem, and she wrote it down over time.

"I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could it have blown down in the north wind."

The emperor slowly read the poem on both sides in his mouth, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

He didn't say much, just said that today's matter was over, and he was not guilty of combing his eyebrows.

Concubine Ying was obviously not very happy, muttering something on the side, but was glared at by the emperor and closed her mouth in disdain.

"Your Majesty, it will be Concubine Jing's sister's birthday in a few days, and the concubine has ordered someone to clean up the lotus pond, hoping that the lotus flowers will bloom better in the coming year."

Concubine Xian said as if unintentionally on the side.

The emperor said that Concubine Xian really had a heart, and there were people in the palace who remembered Concubine Jing besides herself.

Meng combed his eyebrows and looked at the emperor, knowing that when he thought of Concubine Jing, he would feel pity for Jing Qicheng.

But even if she is a woman who has been remembered by the emperor all her life, what did she get in the end?