"The concubines see the emperor."

Before Zhang Shishuang could salute, Situ Qianchen had already gotten up from the dragon chair, walked over and grabbed Zhang Shishuang's arm, and said with a smile: "There are no outsiders here, and the concubine doesn't have to be courteous to me." ”

Lunch had already been passed to the table, and Zhang Shishuang stretched out his hand to signal Rong'er behind him to put the food box on the table.

"Aifei, what is this?"

Zhang Shishuang opened the food box and took out stacks of beautifully made pastries: "The concubine remembers that a few days ago, the emperor came to my Xueyang Palace and occasionally ate these pastries, saying that they were delicious, so today the concubine ordered the kitchen in the palace to make a little and send it." ”

Situ Qianchen smiled indifferently and patted the back of Zhang Shishuang's hand: "The concubine has a heart." ”

Lunch is no different from weekdays, but when he was about to finish eating, Situ Qianchen seemed to suddenly remember something, put down his chopsticks and looked at Zhang Shishuang and said: "Aifei, there is one thing, I still have to talk to Aifei about it." ”

Zhang Shishuang looked at Situ Qianchen's soft gaze, and remembered that more than ten days ago, his father came to the palace and specially told her that he wanted to mention the matter of resealing to the emperor, did the emperor want to tell him this today?

"Your Majesty, what's the matter, so mysterious?"

Situ Qianchen smiled indifferently, then got up and took a few copies on the table where he was reviewing the folds, and handed them to Zhang Shishuang.

Zhang Shishuang looked at Situ Qianchen a little puzzled, shook his head and said: "The harem is not allowed to participate in politics, and the concubines dare not ......."

Situ Qianchen grabbed Zhang Shishuang's hand, put the fold in her palm, and returned to the chair: "I let you see it, you can watch it." ”

Zhang Shishuang didn't know why, he always had a little bad premonition in his heart, and sure enough, these books were all impeached against Prime Minister Zhang.

When Zhang Shishuang saw the second book, her hands were already trembling and she couldn't hold it, she knelt in front of Situ Qianchen with a plop: "Your Majesty, please be clear, my father didn't form a faction in private at all, and my father is loyal to the emperor." ”

Situ Qianchen glanced at the panicked Zhang Shishuang, leaned over to help her up, and said softly: "Of course I believe that Concubine Ai is so good to me, and I can even remember what pastries I like casually, how can I doubt Concubine Ai and Prime Minister Zhang?" ”

Although Zhang Shishuang heard Situ Qianchen's words, he didn't comfort much, but his heart went up and down even more.

After eating the lunch like this, Zhang Shishuang wanted to retreat, but Situ Qianchen was not in a hurry to let Zhang Shishuang leave, but said: "Aifei, I think that Yonghe Hall should be changed to a spice, recently the Internal Affairs Office has selected one for me, Aifei might as well stay to help me with the staff." ”

Zhang Shishuang didn't agree, and the chief eunuch had already held a box in front of her.

Zhang Shishuang had to take it, walked to the incense burner, opened the box, and the rich aroma that came to his face made Zhang Shishuang frown and couldn't help but be shocked......

Situ Qianchen saw Zhang Shishuang standing in front of the incense burner and didn't put the spices into the incense burner for a long time, so he walked behind her and looked at her: "What's wrong?" Does Concubine Ai think this spice doesn't smell good? ”

Zhang Shishuang didn't know how to answer at all, her hand holding the box was trembling all the time.

Situ Qianchen sneered: "Or is it that Concubine Ai has already used this spice for others before?" ”

The "bang" box suddenly fell to the ground, and the spices inside spilled all over the ground.

Zhang Shishuang knelt in front of Situ Qianchen and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty, the concubine should die, the concubine should die." ”

Situ Qianchen restrained the tenderness he had disguised just now, and stared coldly at Zhang Shishuang who was leaning over the ground: "Sure enough, it's you." ”

It's just a little trick, and Zhang Shishuang is already scared like this.

She was trembling all over, but she couldn't say half a word.

"Did you tell the queen that Mu Jinghong was in Jiaozi Pavilion, and you also asked people to pretend to be Mu Jinghong to lure the queen to meet, and then deliberately lit the incense burner in the house with spices containing musk?"

Zhang Shishuang thought that this matter was just a stone sinking into the sea, and no one would find out again, but he didn't expect that in the end, Situ Qianchen still found out.

Zhang Shishuang almost crawled in front of Situ Qianchen and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and begged: "Your Majesty, the concubine didn't mean it, the concubine didn't want to harm the queen's mother, all this ...... All of this is Rong'er's idea for me, and it's not about the concubine! ”

Situ Qianchen waved his sleeves and pushed Zhang Shishuang to the ground, his face full of anger: "You don't quibble, I knew from the beginning that it was you who made trouble behind your back, the reason why I didn't punish you at that time was just to collect all the evidence of your father's crime, and now ......"

Situ Qianchen pushed the piles of twists and turns on the table to Zhang Shishuang: "There are so many ministers who have written to impeach the prime minister, it seems that I should be punished well." ”

"Your Majesty!"

"Someone's coming!"

The guards guarding the door all went up to the temple and stood by.

"Spread my will, put Prime Minister Zhang and Concubine Jing in prison, and wait for their fate."

Although Zhang Shishuang was crying, he was still pulled down by the guards.

The murderer who killed their child was finally punished, but despite this, Situ Qianchen was not relieved at all.

He hadn't been to see Ling Jiantong for a long time, and he could only listen to the guards talk about Ling Jiantong's recent situation every day, but he couldn't go to see it.

A few days later, it snowed in the capital, the first snow of the winter.

Situ Qianchen walked on the bluestone road, surrounded by the high red palace wall of Weiyang Palace, and the people living in it were the people he was thinking about.

But even if he stood in front of the palace gate now, he didn't have the courage to go in.

In Weiyang Palace, Xiangqiao was holding boiling hot water and wanted to add a few soup ladies to Ling Jiantong, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that Ling Jiantong was standing in the backyard again, looking at the few withered pear blossom trees in a daze.

Xiangqiao sighed lightly, took a thick cloak from the house, and draped it on Ling Jiantong's body: "Niangniang, it's cold outside, let's go back to the house." ”

"Is it cold?" Ling Jiantong reached out to take a few snowflakes that fell from the sky, frowned, and said, "Why can't I feel it at all?" ”

Xiangqiao knew that Ling Jiantong had been depressed since she lived in the cold palace, and she never showed a smile again, thinking about the grievances and grievances between her and the emperor, it was not something that she could meddle with as a little girl.

"Mother, don't think nonsense, let's hurry up and enter the house, if you freeze your body, you can ......"

"Xiangqiao, where's my piccolo?"

"Niangniang, don't ...... this cold day"

Ling Jiantong was very stubborn, and Xiangqiao had to take it and put it in her palm, the piccolo was small and green, but for some reason, one end of the piccolo was dyed with a little blood, and she couldn't wipe it off no matter how she wiped it......

Ling Jiantong put the piccolo to his lips, and the melodious music began, and before he knew it, he floated outside the palace wall.

Situ Qianchen stood at the gate of the palace, listening to the familiar sound of the flute, and his heart was already painful.

"Your Majesty, the ministers are still waiting for you in the Yonghe Palace, you see ......"

Situ Qianchen retracted his gaze, turned his hand and walked away, there were a few whimperes in the sound of the flute, he heard it clearly, perhaps, he knew what she really wanted in her heart.

At the beginning, when he heard Situ Qianchen say that he was going to the South Island, Black Eagle almost thought that there was something wrong with his ears, but seeing Situ Qianchen's determined appearance, he could only comply.

If you want to go to the South Island, you have to go by boat, but now it is the cold winter wax moon, and the water surface has long been frozen, and the black eagle has told him for the safety of the emperor that after the ice is dug out, he will go to the South Island by boat, but Situ Qianchen can't wait for this time at all, and he will go directly on the ice.

Fortunately, the ice was thick and there were no cracks.

When Situ Qianchen and them landed on the island, it was evening, and the people on the South Island packed up and went home for dinner, but they saw some officers and soldiers rashly entering the village, looking at their clothes, they did not look like people from the Dixuan Kingdom, but from the Tianyuan Kingdom.

The matter of Hongcheng used to be known to everyone in the Xuan Kingdom, and naturally the people of Nandao had also heard about it, could it be that the emperor of the Tianyuan Kingdom had the idea of their small island again?

The people of the South Island became very cautious, staring at this group of officers and soldiers, but they did not make much movement, but just walked along the road, as if looking for someone.

Nanxi and Wei Rui opened a restaurant on Nandao, although the business is not booming, but it can be regarded as being able to make do with it, every evening, Nanxi will leave the last pot of bamboo leaf green, every day before it closes after dark, someone will come to pick it up.

Today, it seems that the man is late.

Wei Rui packed up the tables and chairs in the hall, and they were about to close, when he suddenly saw a white figure walking in the market.

Wei Rui smiled at the man, beckoned, "Hey, we're about to close, can't you take your wine?" ”

The man walked unhurriedly, against the light, with a circle of golden light and shadow on his side face, and a smile on his face, and his eyes curved like a crescent moon.

They have been neighbors for many years.

"I'm sorry, I was delayed just now by seeing a patient." The man's voice was as good as jade, patted Wei Rui's shoulder, and then walked sideways into the restaurant.

Nan Xi put a pot of bamboo leaves under the counter in front of him.

The man took a few large coins from his sleeve, put them on the counter and pushed them over.

Nan Xi saw that he couldn't wait to open the bamboo leaf green, and took a few sips as if he was thirsty, so he nagged: "Drink less, doesn't Xue'er hate smelling wine the most?" ”

The man smiled and put down the flask a little embarrassedly: "Nanxi, what you remind me is that I really don't have any energy if I don't drink." ”

Zhu Yeqing's wine is strong, and it is his favorite sobering wine.

He took the wine jug, said goodbye to Nanxi and Wei Rui, and was about to leave the door of the restaurant, who knows, as soon as he stepped out with his front foot, he suddenly saw a pair of black shoes in front of him.

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, you still like to drink bamboo leaf green the most."