A few days have passed, but Emperor Qianling remembered what Ye Jingjing said that day, and his heart was still a little turbulent.

Emperor Qianling in the imperial study was sitting on the dragon chair and was a little distracted, but he heard Gu Jinzhong whisper, "Your Majesty, Concubine Ye of Jianing Palace asks to see you." ”

Emperor Qianling raised his eyebrows, "She? What is she here for? ”

Without waiting for Gu Jinzhong to reply, Emperor Qianling coldly refused, "No." ”

“……”

Gu Jinzhong took a small step forward in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it is said that Concubine Ye Guifei made a special trip to confess her mistake to the emperor today. ”

"Oh, and she knows she's wrong?"

Emperor Qianling's tone rose, and he looked very disgusted with Ye Jingjing.

The emperor's attitude was so resolute that Gu Jinzhong didn't seem to be able to continue to say anything for Ye Jingjing, so he had to keep his mouth shut and be silent.

Emperor Qianling also picked up the fold on the bookcase with an expressionless face.

It's just that he has been watching this excerpt for an hour.

Finally waited for him to put the fold down, Gu Jinzhong hurriedly saw the stitches, "Your Majesty, Ye Guifei has been kneeling outside for an hour, now that the weather is warm and cold, don't freeze Ye Guifei." ”

"After all, she still has old wounds on her body."

Emperor Qianling rubbed his eyebrows, looking helpless.

"Let her in."

"Otherwise, the prime minister, who loves his daughter, is only afraid that tomorrow he will accuse me of being ungrateful and mistreating my benefactor in front of the hundred officials."

"The slave is going to invite Ye Guifei in!"

Gu Jinzhong went out happily, and when no one saw it, Emperor Qianling's face was full of worry.

Yes, she still has injuries on her body, just kneeling in the cold wind outside, how can her body stand it?

But when she thought of the night in Jianing Palace, Ye Jingjing told him that he must use his bitter meat to make Di Luochen, the sinister man, believe her.

I had to endure it.

Emperor Qianling saw Ye Jingjing, who was helped in from outside the door of the imperial study, and immediately became nervous when he saw her face like gold paper.

I even subconsciously wanted to step down from the dragon chair.

Fortunately, Ye Jingjing glared at him fiercely in time, and finally stopped Emperor Qianling's ass from lifting from the dragon chair.

Ye Jingjing was Wan

Bai knelt down on the cold marble floor of the imperial study with a distressed face, and then walked to the position behind Ye Jingjing and knelt down as well.

"Your Majesty."

Ye Jingjing's voice sounded weak, "Your Majesty, the concubine knows that she is wrong, and asks the emperor to forgive the concubine's sins." ”

Emperor Qianling pretended to be indifferent, a pair of eyes didn't seem to look at Ye Jingjing at all, and his tone was even worse, "Ye Guifei is my life-saving benefactor, what's wrong?" ”

Ye Jingjing knelt on the ground, her forehead was originally reverently attached to the ground, and after hearing Emperor Qianling's words, she raised her head staggeringly.

"Your Majesty, the concubine's mistake is to defend the guilty ministers, and she has failed the emperor's heart to protect the concubines."

“……”

"It is the honor of the concubine to be loyal to the emperor, the concubine has not been able to get out of bed for a month, meditating on her own mistakes, knowing that she has failed the emperor's wishes, and she is here to ask for guilt today."

“……”

For nearly half an hour, Ye Jingjing gave full play to her acting talent, crying hoarsely and tears.

The sincerity of the words actually made Wanbai and Gu Jinzhong red-eyed.

What's more, Ye Jingjing fainted several times in the imperial study.

Di Qianling knew that she was acting, but it was precisely because she knew that she had to admire Ye Jingjing's expressiveness.

This mouth can simply say that the black is white and the white is a flower!

If he didn't understand Ye Jingjing, I am afraid that even if she told him that the sky was black, he would believe it sooner or later.

Seeing that Ye Jingjing still wanted to continue to play freely, Emperor Qianling hurriedly stopped him with black lines on his head.

"Enough!"

"The Emperor's ......"

"I already know Concubine Ai's intentions, and now Concubine Ai's body has just recovered, so it's not appropriate to work too hard."

The last four words, Emperor Qianling almost gritted his teeth.

Ye Jingjing, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately understood what he meant, and was ready to close the situation, and quietly told Emperor Qianling with a pair of tearful eyes that her performance was over.

In the end, before Ye Jingjing left the scene, she handed over the most important props of today's scene to Gu Jinzhong.

"Your Majesty, this is a lotus root and osmanthus sugar cake made by the concubine herself, sweet but not greasy, the emperor's daily affairs

Wanji, it's good to pad your stomach with these small snacks. ”

Ye Jingjing told Emperor Qianling about this little snack according to the code they had discussed last night, and Emperor Qianling nodded imperceptibly.

Wan Bai helped Ye Jingjing out of the imperial study, looking at Ye Jingjing's swaying back, Emperor Qianling's eyes looked thoughtfully at the delicate food box that was placed in front of his eyes.

Di Luochen, his good imperial brother, seems to be making a comeback again.

He refused to give up Ye Jingjing's chess piece, nor did he give up his throne, so he embarked on a path destined to dig his own grave.

"Gu Jinzhong."

Emperor Qianling commanded, "Drive out all the people in the imperial study, and I want to see a secret letter." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gu Jinzhong beckoned all the palace people who were waiting inside and outside the imperial study.

In the huge imperial study, only the emperor Qianling was left alone, sitting alone on the dragon chair.

He opened the sugar cake sent by Ye Jingjing, looked at the delicate snacks in the box, and remembered the two knife wounds on Ye Jingjing's stomach.

Emperor Qianling's eyes seemed to be full of tenderness for a moment.

Now, he was going to open the secret music Emperor Qianling took out a piece of the lotus root flour osmanthus sugar cake made by Ye Jingjing himself, and did not eat it, but put it in his hand and broke it.

After breaking a few in a row, I finally saw a note with a length and thickness of only a finger in the bottom snack.

There is a line of small print written on it in a fairly neat font.

After Emperor Qianling quickly read it, he immediately put the small note on the candlestick and burned it, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the air of the imperial study.

Scold.

Emperor Qianling couldn't help but sneer, he didn't expect his third emperor brother to move so fast, and he had only met Ye Jingjing for a few days, and he had given such a major task to Ye Jingjing.

Poisoning his meals? I really can't even use a little clever means.

Looking at the messy sugar cake on the dragon case that he had broken, Emperor Qianling's mind sank slightly.

Ye Jingjing told him on this note that she was worried that Di Luochen would play tricks, so she had already incorporated the antidote into the filling of the sugar cake.

So that he can eat with confidence and boldness.

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