Emperor Joan of Arc sat on the dragon chair and didn't bother to ask, 'What did you see?' Just staring at Yuan Li.

"What do you see?" Concubine Mei finally asked this.

"Back to Niangniang's words, I saw Yuanfu's father-in-law sneaking into the Yeting Prison late at night to let the unconscious Wen Cairen draw the second copy of the paper." Yuan Li said stiffly.

These are all good things to Ruyoshi in advance. It was also acquiesced by Concubine Mei.

While listening, Emperor Joan of Arc turned his head to look at Concubine Wei, who had a gloomy face.

When Concubine Mei Shufei came to him crying and complaining, these things had already been said in his ears. And that was not all. Hearing Concubine Shu's words, he was extremely angry, and he wanted to suppress this matter and spare Concubine this time. I never thought that Wei Guifei was entangled in life and death, and it was obvious that she could press it down and stop making waves, so she had to call someone to confront her and ask for an explanation.

It's all because that little talent is unconscious. Emperor Joan of Arc is angry again. Angry for no reason.

He glanced at Wen Qingwu, who had woken up and looked at the hall with a pale face.

Why don't you just die neatly?

How good it is to die, a hundred. He doesn't have to worry about the big things in the harem.

There are still a bunch of twists and turns in the previous dynasty that have not been approved, and the Turks have not yet finalized the commander to meet the enemy. The ground in the south of the Yangtze River moved, with countless casualties and tens of thousands of victims. Disaster relief has not yet been implemented. Heavy rain and floods swept across the south. Make this catastrophe even more terrifying.

As soon as I thought of this, I listened to the slightly sharp voice of Wei Guifei next to me because of her sullenness. Emperor Joan of Arc only felt a pain in his brain.

"You said you saw the pleadings, what evidence do you have?" Wei Guifei pinched the fan in front of her, looked at Yuan Li condescendingly and said.

Yes, she's just going to be entangled. Think she's okay?

What if she made it up? This was acquiesced in by His Majesty before.

Since Concubine Mei Shu doesn't let it go, of course she can't let it go!

She had to pull out the radish and bring out the mud, and finally bring out all the old rotten roots in the mud. Let the emperor see what rotten and foul-smelling roots are hidden under this white and lovely radish.

No way? A lot of stone hammer evidence, okay!

"Evidence?" Yuan Li's voice was lowered, and he looked at Concubine Shu timidly, and then at Emperor Zhende: "Isn't the slave the evidence?" ”

Isn't he a witness?

Wei Guifei pursed her lips tightly and did not speak again.

Concubine Mei Shufei had already turned her head and looked at Concubine Wei, her face sad: "Sister, if you really signed the second piece of paper." Then he took it out to see if it was what the slave said, and proved his innocence. The concubines and the emperor don't believe that you are the one who harbors deceit, hatred, and sinister intentions. ”

The emperor also turned his head to look at Concubine Wei.

"Don't believe me? Don't believe you still found this little eunuch to sue the palace? Wei Guifei stared at Concubine Mei Shu and smiled.

Concubine Mei Shu didn't respond, only glanced at Emperor Joan of Arc aggrievedly.

Thinking of the events in the south of the Yangtze River and the thousands of victims, and then thinking of their hungry trek in the miserable wind and rain at the moment, they don't know where to go and where they want to go. Emperor Joan of Arc's heart felt like a stone had been pressed.

He looked at the sunny courtyard outside the Penglai Palace. They should be better off this day. The refugees gathered outside the capital of Ho also don't know if Chu Xiang has been settled.

Emperor Zhende was really impatient, and turned his head to look at Gong Yuan Fu behind Concubine Wei, who was talking.

Yuan Fuzheng stepped forward to take the place of Wei Guifei and asked, "Do you know the content of that paper?" ”

The paper was written by his henchmen, and the paper had always been on him. Never faked hands, and no one else showed it to others. And he did not believe the eunuch's answer.

"The minister knows." Yuan Li replied quietly.

"You dog minion, are you just brains when words slip out of your tongue?" Concubine Wei sat next to her, straightening her back and glaring at Yuan Li

"Even if Yuan Fu really went to draw the paper in the middle of the night, how would you see the contents of the paper in the dark cell?" Wei Guifei's face was cold, and the fierce momentum on her body was so fierce that Yuan Li didn't dare to say more, and the fine sweat on her forehead bubbled up and out.

Yuan Li opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Emperor Zhende had already waved his sleeves and said impatiently: "Li Jianzhi, you take someone to the Ayaqi Palace to search." If you find something, you will bring it over, and if you can't find it, you will send the eunuch to death row for the crime of bullying the king. Emperor Zhende turned his head to look at Wei Guifei: "In this way, the noble concubine can rest assured." If this little slave has wronged you, I will let him not survive tonight. ”

Li Jianzhi had already been ordered to retreat, and Concubine Mei Shufei gave Li Yun a look behind her. Li Yun followed silently.

Wei Guifei watched in disbelief as Li Jianzhi walked out of the hall with people. She is a concubine of the first grade, and she doesn't even want evidence, so she will search for it?

When she came back to her senses, her body was soft, leaning on the back of her chair, her eyes swept over Emperor Zhende, looking at Li Jianzhi who was walking outside the hall, and Li Yun who followed silently behind him.

Emperor Joan of Arc seemed to remember that there was a little talented person next to him, and turned his head gloomily to look at her. When her eyes were about to touch, she closed her eyes and sighed tiredly and weakly.

Emperor Joan of Arc glanced at the young talent who was dead and turned his head.

Li Yun followed Li Jianzhi into the Ayaqi Palace.

Li Jianzhi arrived at the Ayaqi Hall only to find that there was a Li Yun behind him, and paused: "Why are you here?" Don't want anyone to serve around the lady? ”

"It's the lady lady who asked me to help you." Li Yun replied with kindness.

Li Jianzhi turned his head and waved his hand at the room of the Ayaqi Palace, and the little eunuchs behind him rushed in and began to search: "There are a lot of people on my side, so I don't need help." ”

Li Yun responded and stood behind Li Jianzhi. Holding his hand, he touched the familiar Xuan who had been drawn on his sleeve.

Well, there are always things to be found.

"Father-in-law, I found it!" After a while, a small eunuch ran out of it, holding a neatly folded piece of paper.

So fast!

Li Yun's hands were loosened, and his heart was also put back.

"I wonder what this is?" Li Yun asked, his head leaning over.

Li Jianzhi turned his head to look at him, and Li Yun stood up again and didn't look at it anymore.

Li Jianzhi looked at Li Yun who had settled down, and then slowly unfolded the paper, swept it at a glance, and his face changed. quickly gathered his expression and put away the paper: "Retreat and go back with me." ”

After speaking, he returned with a group of eunuchs.

Emperor Zhende took the paper handed by Li Jianzhi, and his face turned black and black.

Half an hour, after reading it. Looking up, it was not Concubine Mei Shufei or Concubine Wei Guifei who looked up, but Wen Qingwu who was lying on the chair below.

"I ask you, what did you do on the day of the winter solstice hunt, and where were you?" Emperor Joan of Arc looked at Wen Qingwu coldly and asked.

I can finally forget my own way.

Wen Qingwu got up, knelt down and said, "Don't dare to hide Your Majesty, since that day I fell off the lake, the concubines have forgotten the things of the past." On the day of the winter solstice" Wen Qingwu raised his hand and pressed his temples, his eyes were watery, as if there was a mist: "Don't say that the winter solstice is a matter of recent days, and the concubines don't remember it." ”