The dark clouds piled up on the horizon have turned into goose feather snow, and the afternoon sun is shrouded in snowflakes, giving birth to a different kind of crystal.

There was a carriage parked outside the palace gate, and the curtain of the carriage covered with snow was half open, and the scene inside could be seen from afar.

The hot charcoal stove burning in the car glowed slightly red, and the only exposed side faces of the people in the car became more and more magnificent and moving.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes are full of God's favor, and the slightest bit seems to have been carefully carved out by the creator after several thoughts, and this appearance has been given to this mortal who seems to have changed from a spirit.

At this time, footsteps of varying degrees came from the lonely palace road, and the people in the car became more lively and agile, and half-leaned over to look at it.

The inside and outside of the Vermilion Palace Gate are like two worlds, and as the footsteps approach, a figure walks out of the darkness.

White fur and red clothes, petite and lovely.

Under the depiction of the winter sun, the faces of the people who limped were dyed, and they were more popular than the people in the car.

Zhao Chen looked back at his gaze, and his feet were still walking unhurriedly, only a little more vain than before.

"Your Highness is alright?" Before she could get closer, Meng Yong got out of the carriage and greeted her

Zhao Chen nodded, didn't say a word, and there was no expression on his face.

"Listen to Fu Zheng, you have been weak since childhood, so that the border pass left a legacy during the war..."Meng Yong helped her into the car, and ordered the coachman to drive, and he dropped the curtain of the car, and mentioned the affairs of the palace like gossip.

Zhao Chen closed his eyes and half-leaned in the carriage to concentrate, and waited until he finished speaking before he said softly.

"Are you still to blame?" Meng Yong thought about it, but still sat down beside her, and said softly: "Zai Xia is not trying to lead you to check anything, but I am worried that you can't fully trust Zaixia, so I am good at advocating and acting..."

He explained things from the beginning in a soft voice.

However, as Zhao Chen expected, he did not mention the night exploration of Shuntianfu and the red-faced old man...

"I did find out about the Taipingwei earlier, and I also knew that there were Taipingwei people in the old ministry who were banned in Beijing-" He glanced at Zhao Chen, who was still indifferent, "If you don't investigate these things yourself, and tell you just empty white teeth, you will only be more suspicious." ”

"Lao Feng's family was sent away by you?" Zhao Chen suddenly asked.

"Yes, they deserve to die, but the women and children in the family are innocent."

"Sure?"

"Don't worry, it's all arranged."

A moment of silence –

"Meng Yong, do you believe in this?" She asked softly.

Meng Yong was stunned before he bent his eyebrows, and said with a chuckle: "I didn't believe it before, but now when I meet you, I believe it." ”

"I'm a little tired, let's go home early." She said lying on his lap, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were tired, and she said in a low voice: "Go back and sing a church meeting for Uncle, he has become more and more fond of listening to operas in recent years." ”

Meng Yongying lowered his head and looked at her for a while.

Although the matter seems to have turned a page, he is inexplicably a little unsteady in his heart, and he doesn't know what the problem is.

After the silence, he still said softly: "Yue Huo has been brought out of death row, and when the dynasty opens in the next year, the case of the six princes will be tried, and the Criminal Department and the Supervision Yuan don't need to worry, but Dali Temple——"

"Li Shilin is not a sentient person, if he can't save it, it will burn his own fire, and he will figure out what to do." Zhao Chen whispered, remembering the last words of Emperor Chu at the Great Imperial Meeting.

"And His Majesty is also dissatisfied with his case of protecting the six princes and distorting the scholars, although he has not yet investigated it clearly, but he will definitely find a reason to replace him in the future, he is okay, restless-"

Meng Yong took her words: "If you are restless, Your Majesty will probably use him to clean up the atmosphere of the court, right?" ”

It's better to know what you know.

Zhao Chen moved his head and said: "But Concubine Hui has always been a pitiful person, and she just gave birth to an heir, although she is a princess, but it can be regarded as a color, if she always pleads like this every day, it is difficult to guarantee that Your Majesty will not be a little compassionate." ”

She remembered the last time the Queen Mother went to send a reward, and her eyes were a little more thoughtful.

"You can rest assured." Meng Yong chuckled, his eyebrows were implicitly cold, "Concubine Hui is forcing her to die for her son, and it is difficult to change the catastrophe of the six princes." ”

Zhao Chen's expression moved but he didn't say anything, just lying quietly on his lap and pretending to sleep.

It wasn't until the carriage stopped in front of the mansion and the sound of the mansion reached her ears that she unconsciously twisted her eyebrows.

"I want to eat the sauce meat of Dengyun Tower." She raised her eyes to look at Meng Yong.

"Then you go back to the house and rest first, and then go down and buy it for you." Meng Yong smiled happily, and only after seeing her enter the house did he lower the curtain and ordered the coachman to go to Dengyun Tower.

“… Is it really so evil? Shuangxi's voice came from the courtyard, full of horror.

"Don't believe it, little father-in-law, that's what I've experienced myself!"

There was a man squatting under the corridor of the east wing, in his thirties, dressed in a brand-new crane, wrapped in a fur fur that was so dirty that it had lost its true color, and he was still holding half of the roast chicken in his hand.

He devoured it as if he hadn't eaten for a few days, and then took the time to spit and said to the people around him: "At that time, they all thought I was talking nonsense, but when it arrived, the thing really moved, crawling down the old man's window..."

Zhao Chen forcibly suppressed his tiredness, stood at the gate of the courtyard and coughed several times in his throat before stopping the man's words.

The people in the courtyard listened to the story and listened to it, but they didn't react yet.

The storyteller quickly put down the roast chicken, rubbed his oil-stained hands on the fur coat, and then took off the fur fur, revealing a decent crane and a smile on his hand.

"This is the Lord's house, isn't it? Poor monk... cough, poor Dao Xuanqing has given the main family a salute! He had a proper smile on his face, and he really looked so good-looking.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." Shuangxi hurriedly greeted him, lowered his voice and said: "This master is very famous in the suburbs of Beijing, you have had many disasters and difficulties recently, there must be something unclean in the house..."

He glanced at the East Chamber, then withdrew it with a shudder, and continued: "Let's let the master exorcise evil spirits!" ”

"Didn't you cry poor two days ago? Where did you get the money to ask for this goods? Zhao Chen looked at Xuan Qing, who was full of smiles, and asked in a low voice.

"I didn't want to spend the silver ticket you gave in the gambling house-" Shuangxi said consciously off-topic, and hurriedly went back around, "Don't you know, as soon as he entered the hospital, he pointed out that the evil was in the east..."

He whispered for a long time, and Zhao Chen roughly understood the cause and effect.

"If the master is suspicious, the poor can do things first and then collect the money." Xuan Qing was so cold that he shivered, but his smiling face was not out of shape for half a minute.

Zhao Chen had no intention of entanglement with him and didn't bother to demolish him, so he only said to Shuangxi: "Where did you get it, hurry up and get it back, I want to go back to sleep, you'd better clean up the courtyard before Mr. Meng comes back." ”

She walked towards her room, her steps becoming more and more vain.

Xuanqing's smile froze, and there was a bit of strangeness in his eyes, and when he saw that she was about to enter the room, he hurriedly said: "The master knows that if this evil is not removed, it will definitely disturb your back house, and I am afraid that it will be-"

When the door was about to close, Zhao Chen didn't reply and said, "It's okay, it's good to be lively." ”