"The minister is willing to use this to make up for this mistake." Wen Qiao leaned over and said to the emperor.

After temporarily solving the problem of grain and grass, the emperor's face softened a lot, and he said: "Okay, you have just woken up, go home and rest first." But you still have to get a good grasp of the matter of reraising grain and grass. ”

"If you still can't complete the last task," the emperor said, "when the time comes, you will dispose of it!" This sentence was completed to warn Wen Qiao as a deterrent. Wen Qiao responded to the emperor's order with a correct attitude, "The minister knows." ”

He bowed his hand to the emperor again and said, "The minister will retire first." After saying this, Wen Qiao turned around as he looked at the ground under his feet. After dealing with Wen Qiao's affairs, the emperor looked at Jiang Cheng who was still trembling below, and he was silent for a while.

After a while, the emperor's voice sounded again in the entire imperial study, "Jiang Cheng, although the matter has not been clarified this time, you are the most suspicious. I'll let you go," the emperor spoke, and then said, "After I find out, things won't be as simple as they are now."

Jiang Cheng didn't dare to speak at all below. With a final wave of his hand, the emperor said to the three remaining in the imperial study, "You all go down first." Jiang Cheng, don't do your position as a secretary for the time being. I'll make a decision when things are clear. ”

Because of the emperor's words, Jiang Cheng's trembling movements stopped, he froze suddenly, and the next second later, he kowtowed heavily to the ground, and said in a choked tone: "Yes."

As soon as I returned to the Huai'en Waiting Mansion, the maids and maids of all sizes in the house came out to greet him at the door. Wen Qiao came out of the palace all the way, he is the same as a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, although he is usually in good health, but the face he woke up can make people know that something is wrong at a glance.

"Shizi." Zhong Bo squeezed out of the crowd, he squeezed to Wen Qiao's side, and shouted next to his arm. With the chatter of the surrounding maids, Wen Qiao greeted this group of people and walked towards the Huai'en Mansion.

He stepped over the threshold of the gate with two feet, looked around to the left and right, and asked, "Where is Zhao Qingyan?" Uncle Zhong's lips twitched for a moment, and then replied angrily, "I have been locked up by Madame." After speaking, Zhong Bo couldn't bear to turn his head.

Wen Qiao's footsteps that were about to move forward paused, and when he stopped, the maids behind him were all forced to stop. A large group of people standing on the narrow path looks quite spectacular. Wen Qiao's pale face suddenly turned iron-blue, his lips trembled, and he spat out a sentence, "What did you say!"

There was a strong disbelief in this voice, and Wen Qiao's next reaction was to look to both sides again. But in the end, he tried in vain to find nothing, "What about Ling Yi?" Wen Qiao had many reasons in his heart at this time.

The speed under his feet was a few steps faster than the speed he had just entered the door, and he hurried towards the Wynne Mansion. Uncle Zhong couldn't keep up with Wen Qiao's speed, so he had to trot, but he still didn't forget to tell the group of maids and maids who followed behind him: "You do what you need to do today, don't follow anymore."

Uncle Zhong trotted down and followed Wen Qiao and said, "That day, Madame forced her to die, Ling Yi naturally didn't dare to do anything to Madame, so she had no choice but to let Madame succeed." Wen Qiao asked, "Where is she now?" This she is naturally talking about Zhao Qingyan.

"After the princess was caught by her wife, she was locked up in the wing room of the west courtyard." Uncle Zhong finally didn't tell Wen Qiao about Mrs. Cheng's move on Zhao Qingyan, if he said it, I'm afraid that the mother and son of Huai'en Houfu would be one step closer to turning against each other.

Mrs. Cheng's concern for Wen Qiao is really true, but she has always been unaccustomed to Zhao Qingyan, and Wen Qiao regards Zhao Qingyan as more important than her own life. Under such circumstances, how could the relationship between the mother and son be good.

Although it is said that there is blood thicker than water between them, people have always been very cold about feelings. Wen Qiao turned to the left of the forked path, directly changed the road that was originally going back to his room first, and walked towards the west courtyard where Mrs. Cheng was.

He was not yet fully fit, and his steps were fast, and his thin clothes were swept up by the cool breeze and danced in the air. In less than a while, Wen Qiao walked outside the West Courtyard. The gate of the west courtyard was tightly closed, and no sound could be heard inside.

It gives a sense of silence and silence. Wen Qiao raised his hand and pushed directly to the courtyard door. The force in his hand was heavier than usual, and the closed courtyard door was directly pushed open by him, and the two doors hit the walls on both sides heavily, turning back and forth.

The sound of the door banging on the wall rang violently in the courtyard, and the people in the room were naturally alarmed.

Aunt Zhang rolled her eyes and walked out, just about to scold the visitor, but when she saw that it was Wen Qiao who walked in, her face immediately changed, and she ran back to the house in a panic. Wen Qiao heard Aunt Zhang's voice outside, "Madam, the prince is back!"

There was no shock or joy in Aunt Zhang's voice, but more panic and panic. When Wen Qiao returned to his hometown from the thoughts in his heart, Mrs. Mile had already been helped out by Qiao Ling. The happy look on Mrs. Cheng's face slowly disappeared after seeing Wen Qiao's cold expression.

The mother and son looked at each other silently from a distance of a few meters, Wen Qiao took the lead in looking away, he saw a lock on the door of the side room next to him, and walked over and moved roughly, "The key?" Wen Qiao turned his head and asked.

Mrs. Cheng watched Wen Qiao pull the lock and shake, and she glanced at Uncle Zhong who came with Wen Qiao with her eyes. He knew that it must be Uncle Zhong who told Wen Qiao about the matter. Mrs. Cheng began to pretend to be confused, she said: "What lock, there are some sundries in it, what are you going to do when you open it?"

In response to Mrs. Cheng's words, Wen Qiao responded by gently moving the corners of her mouth. Without waiting for Mrs. Cheng to speak again, he turned sideways and slammed the door heavily in front of everyone present!" What do you do!" Mrs. Cheng's eyes widened when she saw it, and she shouted sharply.

Wen Qiao ignored Mrs. Cheng's words, he didn't crash open the first time, and then continued to use his best strength to hit the door. The door in the crack of the wall broke open under the violent impact of Wen Qiao, and with a bang, the door fell to the ground suddenly, stirring up a cloud of dust that was enough to confuse.

The others were already stunned by Wen Qiao. Wen Qiao raised his feet and walked in after the door fell to the ground, and he saw Zhao Qingyan lying motionless on the bed at a glance. At this moment, his heart was beating fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He didn't think about anything in his mind, first stretched out his hand to test Zhao Qingyan's snort, and then stretched out his hand and hugged the person tightly into his arms.