"I'm here." Wen Qingwu looked at the arrogant father-in-law and spoke.

The rain was too heavy, and Wen Qingwu couldn't see the contemptuous and disgusted expression of her father-in-law standing in the distance. I only heard him say sharply: "The concubine is invited, please go with the slave family." As he spoke, he took half a step back to the side and shook off the dust in his hand.

"I don't know what's going on?" Wen Qingwu asked.

"Mother's business, where can our family speculate. Just follow along. The father-in-law looked at Wen Qingwu, polite and arrogant.

Wen Qingwu raised his head and glanced at the gray sky.

"Slave and maid are coming!" Xiao Gongwen had already reached out and snatched the Luo umbrella in Wen Qingwu's hand and propped it on her head.

It is not allowed for outsiders to see that the Wupin talent gave her a small palace maid holding an umbrella......

Wen Qingwu looked at the palace maid holding an umbrella next to her, and looked at herself timidly. Say no more.

The Ayaqi Hall is very large, and it is the beginning of April when the fragrant flowers are in full bloom. The cherry blossom trees are full of flowers, and the branches are like white powder clouds, and the rain is rushing or slow. The fragrant clumps of pandan orchids next to it are located in the southeast of the courtyard, winding through a canal around the pavilion.

The rain seemed to be more intense, and the clouds were rolling, and the sky was three minutes darker.

Wen Qingwu followed Gonggong Yuan to the outside of the hall and stopped, and the little palace maid collected the Luo umbrella and gently shook the rain on it. The palace people quickly walked out.

"Wen Cairen, Niangniang, please."

Wen Qingwu followed the palace people into the hall, and after bypassing the screen, he saw a woman from a palace. Sitting or standing, they all looked at her strangely.

It's curiosity, it's contempt, it's schadenfreude. Only there are no worries.

Wen Qingwu's gaze fell on the woman sitting on the top seat. Women's skin is so well maintained that it can be broken. His eyebrows were raised, and his beautiful face looked at Wen Qingwu majestically, with anger.

How do you salute? Like the concubine she had seen in her previous life? What should I do if I make a mistake?

Wen Qingwu put his hands on his left hip and ...... slowly, slowly

Before the ceremony was over, the sound of 'snap' frightened the little palace maid behind Wen Qingwu and knelt down with weak legs. Wen Qingwu also knelt down with her dress very simply.

When he knelt down, the whole temple was very quiet.

Can't even talk about 'mother's anger'? Zheng Zhaorong, who was sitting in the hall, turned his head to look at Yang Zhaoyi next to him, only to see that Yang Zhaoyi was staring intently at the kneeling Wen Cairen, with the excitement of a good deed in his eyes.

Wei Guifei looked at Wen Qingwu, who was well-behaved and kneeling quietly in the hall, and frowned. After a while, he spoke: "Wen Cairen, are you guilty?" ”

"What is the crime of a concubine?" Wen Qingwu raised her head and looked at Wei Guifei, her watery eyes blinking.

It's a self-proclaimed concubine, right? Should the waist board be so straight?

"It is one of the sins of your palace to have fun in the Ziyu Pavilion when you are quiet, and it is even more unforgivable to plot to kill the emperor's heir with ill intentions!" Wei Guifei gritted her teeth as she said. She looked at Wen Qingwu, who was kneeling down with her back straight, how she looked like Concubine Mei Shufei, who was pretending.

"Having fun when the palace is quiet? Murder of the emperor's heir? Wen Qingwu knew that something was wrong just by hearing this. How did she know about the past...... Of course, I don't admit it!

"Why did the mother say this?" Wen Qingwu asked.

"You don't know what you did yourself?" The more Wei Guifei spoke, the more angry she became.

"yes, I don't know." Wen Qingwu looked at Wei Guifei squarely, and the doubts in her eyes didn't seem to be fake at all. The main thing is that the voice is still so calm.

It seems that I came here to talk to myself.

The palace concubines left in the main hall were all stunned. Where is there such a talk. Is he a fool......

"It doesn't matter if you don't know it, just be clear about it." Concubine Wei was too lazy to bother to say more. waved his hand and said, "Drag it to the Ting Prison!" She felt like smoke was going to go out of her head if she continued to do so.

In an instant, Wen Qingwu's mind flickered over the attendants who had just cleaned up the moss clothes from the rain pavilion.

Moss? Dance? Murdered?

Her eyes lit up, and her heart suddenly opened, and she guessed the reason. While being pulled up by the waiter, he shook the waiter's arm, stood upright, and said to Wei Guifei, who frowned and softly bowed her head: "If it is because of my dance from the rain pavilion, I don't know why the mother is here!"

The sage said: "The one who is happy is the sum of heaven and earth"

"Drag it down, drag it down......" Wei Guifei waved her hand impatiently, interrupting Wen Qingwu's sage words.

Wen Qingwu was stunned for a moment, is this a direct conviction without even giving a defense inquiry?

There will never be an emperor to defend this talented person, so that she will be deflated.

The person had already been dragged out, but Wei Guifei felt that her brain was still jumping and jumping. She waved her hand and dismissed the people in the temple.

"Niangniang, what to do?" Gonggong Yuan next to him lowered his body and asked.

Wei Guifei closed her eyes and let the palace maid behind her gently rub her head.

"What should be done with the murder of the emperor's heir, she will deal with it." She spoke with exhaustion.

"Yes." Yuan Gonggong answered, lowered his body and was about to withdraw.

will retreat to the bottom of the stairs.

"Wait."

Gonggong Yuan looked up at Concubine Wei on the right seat.

"Those who should sign and draw should not be less." Wei Guifei looked at Gonggong Yuan. The emperor spoke, and the whole palace knew what was going on.

There must always be a substitute for death for such a big thing. If an insignificant little talent can calm the anger of the concubine, no one will say anything.

"But you can't always keep your tongue open." Wei Guifei said.

"Yes." Yuan Gonggong responded: "What does Niangniang want to draw?" ”

When Wei Guifei heard this, her eyes fluttered. She stretched out her hand to stop the maid from continuing to rub her head. After a while, he said: "Two copies, one according to the emperor's wishes." Is there another copy?"

Wei Guifei sneered: "You take it." ”

The emperor wants to blame this little talent. But whether this young talent knows Concubine Mei Shu or not is another matter.

Tied to a chair, the sharp pain from his fingers made Wen Qingwu grit his teeth and sweat profusely.

"The evidence is conclusive, you still don't tell the truth, do you?" The inner chamberlain who was tortured stood in front and asked viciously.

Gonggong Yuan sat on the Taishi chair on the side, leaning on the back of the chair, leisurely dusting himself.

"Where's the evidence?" Wen Qingwu gasped, her voice faint.

"Huh!" The inner chamberlain who was tortured laughed when he heard this: "Evidence? I am the proof. After speaking, he waved his hand, and the palace people on both sides increased their efforts.

The fingertips seemed to be about to break, and the heart-rending pain made Wen Qingwu couldn't help but snort.

Before this moment, she thought that the owner of the body itself had really done something, but she didn't know. But at this moment, she realized that it seemed wrong.

"Are you going to recruit or not!" After an afternoon of interrogation, the chamberlain was also very tired.

Wen Qingwu hung his head and said nothing.

"Hard-mouthed, isn't it?" He looked at Wen Qingwu impatiently: "Give me a hard clip." ”