Zijin looked at her and looked at her as if it was a little strange, probably puzzled how she didn't know about His Highness. However, Zijin didn't think deeply, nodded suspiciously, and said recallingly: "His Royal Highness was originally the eldest son of the emperor, deeply loved by His Majesty, smart and studious since childhood, both civil and military, at the age of thirteen, he was crowned the king of Beihai by the three armies, and at the age of fourteen, he led the army to annihilate the Yun tribe in one fell swoop and made great contributions, and was made the prince that year. ”

Ni Duruo's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, "What kind of person is Your Highness?" ”

"He has a gentle temperament, and he is very kind to those of us who are subordinates, even if he makes a mistake, he will not blame him more." Zijin said, his eyes were slightly red, and Ni Du nodded thoughtfully.

Zijin thought about it for a while and said, "Actually, the slave and maid of His Highness don't know about it, I just remember that on the day of the incident, His Highness was still playing chess with the Fifth Highness in Zhenyin Pavilion in the morning, and he was suddenly summoned into the palace after noon, and bad news came at night." As she spoke, she raised her eyes and said in a very firm tone, "We don't believe that His Highness will be treason and collaborate with the enemy, and he must have been framed." ”

Ni Duruo narrowed his eyes coldly, he was already a noble prince above 10,000 people under one person, he would betray his country only when his head was funny, and if the country was destroyed, what kind of prince would he be?

After thinking quietly for a long time, Ni Duruo asked, "The relationship between His Royal Highness and the eldest brother should be very good, right?" ”

"Very good, since His Highness left, His Highness was sad, and he never smiled happily again."

Hearing this, Ni Duruo was silent, just looking at the brocade of flowers and being stunned, since the emperor looked so highly at his brother and made him the prince at a young age, how could he be so hasty and ordered his son to be executed in just half a day! Besides, the emperor can't see through the clumsy methods that even I can understand?

Ni Duruo thinks that there must be something hidden in this matter, and it is likely that there is an extremely powerful force behind this matter, and the situation at that time may be far more serious than we guessed! Therefore, in order to appease this force, the emperor had to sacrifice his most beloved son to protect the overall situation.

Night.

The east courtyard was silent, Xiao Jingyun sat in front of the desk, his hand gently rubbing an old scroll, when his fingertips hesitantly paused on the three words of Beihai King, his expression was a little gloomy, a little frozen. The leaves outside the window were unusually peaceful, and the faint moonlight slipped into the lattice of the orchid lattice to illuminate his side face, and his face became more and more handsome unrealistically.

After a long time, he slowly closed the scroll, his expression became sad and distant, and he couldn't help but turn his head, trying his best to restrain the grief and anger in his heart.

Xiao Ling raised his eyes hesitantly and persuaded: "Your Highness, dinner has been prepared, you better use it first and then take care of the rest!" ”

Sighing lightly, Xiao Jingyun slowly shook his head and asked, "How is the progress on Chu Xin's side?" ”

"The subordinate has already sent a message, and I think he will act soon." Xiao Ling nodded in response, and then asked, "Did Chu Xin let the princess know, let me be angry, after all, he had been by the side of the right minister for several years before." ”

"There's no hurry." Xiao Jingyun shook his head and said lightly, "The princess is in a hurry, let's talk about it after a while, so as not to make her scared." ”

After that, a smile appeared on his eyebrows, remembering what Qingsha said when he returned home, Ni Duruo came to him twice today......

Looking at the glow on his face, Xiao Ling couldn't help but walk closer, leaned over and said, "What does Your Highness think, so happy?" ”

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Xiao Jingyun coughed a little embarrassed, and then looked at him coldly: "If it's okay, just retreat!" ”

"Yes." Xiao Ling responded, probably had a guess in his heart, and walked out quickly.

But after a while, the door was gently pushed open, Ni Duruo walked in, and saw Xiao Jingyun staring at the scroll in his hand in a daze, and it wasn't until she approached him that she suddenly raised her head in shock.

"Why are you here?"

"Xiao Ling said that you didn't use your dinner, and I was worried about your body, so I asked me to take a look." Ni Duruo pretended to look at him in wonder, then leaned over and asked, "Husband, is he unwell?" ”

Xiao Jingyun raised his brows and had a smile on his face: "No, don't listen to his nonsense." ”

"Is that something on the agenda?" She asked tentatively, "You don't have a good face." ”

Although Xiao Jingyun's heart was filled with sadness, she didn't want her to notice it, and said with a smile: "Maybe I'm just a little tired these days." ”

While talking, Xiao Jingyun beckoned her to sit opposite each other on the couch, and Ni Duruo instructed Zhiluo to bring the dinner that had already been prepared and put it on the coffee table.

"Since you are tired, my husband will drink some soup first to replenish his body." Ni Duruo said as he took a bowl of soup and handed it to him.

With a melancholy sigh, Xiao Jingyun glanced at the soup in his hand, but the faint color was fragrant, slightly cool, he took a sip and felt very delicious and sweet, so he raised his eyes and asked: "Who made this soup, I have never drunk it before." ”

"Me." Ni Duruo lay on the table and looked at him with a light smile. Xiao Jingyun's eyes showed surprise, "Do you know how to cook?" ”