And with it, a hard inkstone.

Win Yi Yu gently and skillfully dodged.

"What made my father so angry?"

"The son is just here to deliver something to his father." Ying Yiyu shook the brocade silk in his hand, steady and a little innocent.

It seems that he doesn't know anything about the emperor's words.

"Dare to hide, kneel!"

The emperor spoke in a fierce tone and scolded.

The eldest prince didn't say a word, and even knelt down, "If there is anything wrong with the son, please ask my father Mingjian to punish him again." ”

"But the matter of cheating, the son has never done it!"

"The son swears."

The emperor was so angry that his chest rose and fell, "Dare not admit it, Old Seven, give him something!" ”

Ying Qicheng was originally standing in the corner, but as soon as the emperor opened his mouth at this time, he walked up to Ying Yiyu and "snapped ......"

The fold fell to the ground.

"Big Brother Take a good look, someone sent it to my house anonymously."

Ying Yiyu raised his head, and he saw Ying Qicheng's smiling eyes, which really made no secret of his malice.

Looking at his eyes, Ying Yiyu didn't need to look at it to know what was written in the excerpt.

But......

Ying Yiyu picked up the fold and handed the brocade silk in his hand to Ying Qicheng, "The imperial brother will take a good look at it, and ask the seventh emperor brother to give this to his father." ”

"Oh, what is this?"

"At the gate of the palace, I met Master Xuanling of the Thousand Buddha Temple, and Master Xuanling handed over this thing to the emperor's brother, saying that it was a holy relic from the south and wanted to be handed over to his father." Ying Yi Yu crossed Ying Qi City, looked at his father who was sitting on the dragon chair, obscure, and his tone became more and more respectful, "Father Emperor should open it and take a look, after all, the south is a holy land......"

The originally angry emperor took over the brocade silk from Yingqicheng.

The brocade silk fell into the emperor's hand.

Immediately a flash of light.

It's glaring.

Ying Qicheng suddenly had a bad premonition.

Really......

The next moment.

From the brocade silk came the voice of the old Sanskrit sound, and a large Sanskrit word appeared in the air.

"The twelve sons of the Ying family are born spirit children, the sons of auspicious rui, unspeakably expensive, the rise and fall of Daqi, tied to the body of the twelve sons of the Ying family."

Falling into the ears of the emperor, this word was simply shocking.

This voice is like the voice of a former national teacher.

Before the national teacher passed on the throne and the new national teacher, the emperor had heard the voice of the former national teacher.

Especially this kind of Sanskrit sound, let alone decades, even if it is hundreds of years, he can't forget it.

Twelve sons, twelve sons, in addition to Ying Yi, where else does he have twelve sons.

Not only the emperor.

Even Ying Yiyu, who was kneeling below, was slightly stunned.

He didn't expect what Xuan Ling gave him to be so useful, and his father seemed to be ......

Believe the above words?

Raising his hand to pick up the fold, if it was as he expected, the pen was full of conclusive evidence of him and Lu Fuliu.

"Father, this is a frame-up, the sons and concubines have never said a word, this story is too terrifying."

As soon as Ying Yi Yuyi saw the fold, he kept kowtowing.

There were blood marks on his forehead.

As soon as Ying Qicheng saw that things were not good, he immediately knelt on the ground, "Erchen also thinks that the eldest emperor brother is not this kind of person, so don't be angry, and send someone to investigate." ”

The emperor looked at the two sons kneeling below.

Eagle eyes squinted.

Before he could speak, the voice of the eunuch came from outside, "See you with the concubines, and the twelve princes will meet you." ”

"Let them in."

The emperor's brows were tightly locked, the Sanskrit sound in mid-air had gradually disappeared, and the words on the brocade silk had also disappeared without a trace.