Li Baojia had to shake his head off: "If you don't wear it, you don't wear it, you don't wear it at all, just wear the new red narrow-sleeved brocade skirt made a few days ago." ”

She didn't want to wear either set.

It has nothing to do with clothes, it has to do with the person who sent it.

Zhou Jinan is not bad, but after all, he is a foreign man who has nothing to do with it, although it is not sent with great fanfare, it is inevitable that it will be known by people with a heart.

So although these two clothes are good-looking, they can only be shelved.

Thinking of tomorrow's lantern festival gives her a headache.

It's time to go play tomorrow...... If you don't go out, you will inevitably be nagged by your mother.

Alas~

She lay down and wrapped the small quilt tightly, when will she be able to completely jump out of the original ending and live her own little life?

Lying on the bed with a bitter gourd face, Xiao Tao laughed, Li Baojia pretended to be angry and said: "Okay, you dare to laugh at me, punish you to roast a leg of lamb for me now." ”

"Miss, you're not well with the cold, I'm afraid it's not good to eat these greasy ones at this time, I'll go and make porridge for you."

Li Baojia feels that being sick is not the most painful, but not being able to eat anything when you are sick is the most painful.

She said confidently, "I feel better now!" ”

"Mutton to drive away the cold, if you let me eat green vegetables and porridge every day, how can I have the strength to get better quickly."

After speaking, he looked pitiful again: "I'm almost hungry now, and if I want to drink porridge, then I'd rather starve to death faster." ”

Xiao Tao was deeply impressed by these crooked reasoning: "Then I'll give you a stew of mutton, and I'll eat it next time, right?" ”

Li Baojia rolled into a cake in the quilt: "That's okay." ”

——

About an hour after dinner.

In front of the gate of the Imperial History Mansion, a group of people immediately went up and down to block the water around the Imperial History Mansion, and the night was dark, but the place was brightly lit by the torches that were enclosed, and the fire was seen from afar.

Ning Deyi, the secretary of Dali Temple, stood in the sky-high firelight, looking at the imperial history mansion of the Gaomen compound with a lot of feelings.

Who would have thought.

Today, he is a close minister of the emperor, and the next second is to be imprisoned.

The world is impermanent.

As soon as he gave the order, hundreds of escorts rushed into the gate of the Imperial Mansion, pressing away all those who could see it.

For a while, the people in the house fled in all directions, and the screams came and went.

Not long after, someone pressed the owner of this house, Wang Chuan Wang Yushi, Wang Yushi is in his forties this year, looking a little fat, and his face is shiny.

He was wearing an untimely robe, not even wearing it, not wearing a crown, and looking rather embarrassed, I don't know what he was doing before he was caught.

Although others are embarrassed, they don't lose at all in momentum: "Ning Deyi! You broke into my house for no reason, what do you want to do! ”

Ning Deyi pretended to arch his hand: "Lord Wang, ah no, Wang Chuan, I didn't break into your mansion for no reason, I am justified and brought a holy decree." ”

He gestured to the bright yellow holy decree in his hand: "Take it away." ”

Wang Chuan didn't believe it, and kept struggling: "Impossible! The emperor will never do this to me! Ning Deyi, you are pretending to pass on the holy decree! I want to read a copy of you before the Holy One! Did you hear that? ”

However, no matter how incredulous he was, the only way to go to prison awaited him was to go to prison.

——

Lee House.

Li Wangde immediately stood up from his chair when he heard the news: "Wang Chuan...... Is there really an accident in the Imperial History Mansion? ”

He was pacing back and forth in the study, and Xiao was a kind of luck at first, thinking that Li Baojia might just be right by chance, and now he couldn't deceive himself.

He thought for a while and said, "Prepare paper and ink, I want to repair a book for the second brother." ”

No matter whether the next incident of the Li family will happen or not, he must also be fully prepared.

Huang Ruer, who received the news on the other side, was also worried.

But unlike Li Wangde, she is even more determined to let Li Baojia marry the crown prince.

If something really happens to the Li Mansion in the future...... She also has something to rely on.

She looked at the dark sky, which was already full of stars: "The capital, after all, the sky will change." ”

Perhaps, the history of Wang Yushi is just the beginning.

How many dignitaries and dignitaries have not slept all night tonight?

——

Wang Chuan, who was immediately imprisoned, cried for his father and called his mother, and shouted until his voice was hoarse.

After a while, a series of footsteps sounded, Wang Chuan was still bowing his head and was speechless, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of boots.

The above is the pattern of splendid auspicious clouds, which is finely hooked with silver thread, and you can see a corner of the embroidered robe when you look up.

He chuckled inwardly.

Sure enough, when I looked up, it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Zhao Yi of the current dynasty, and he was looking at him with a smile at this time.

Wang Chuan was very aware of the current affairs and stopped crying.

Others may not understand, but he has almost grown up watching this highness, and even so, he can't see through the thoughts of this young crown prince at all.

He only knew that the crown prince was by no means as benevolent and kind as the outside world had rumored.

Someone moved a soft chair behind him, and Zhao Yi sat down slowly and said, "Wang Chuan, what else do you have to say?" ”

Wang Chuan had a bitter face: "Your Highness, the minister really doesn't know what the minister has done, and he wants His Highness to make such a big move." If His Royal Highness knows, please inform the minister, this, this minister can be a ghost. ”

Zhao Yi raised her hand, and a woman dressed as a woman in a green building was pulled in, she knelt on the ground and pointed at Wang Chuan: "That's it, it's him, he is our boss here." ”

Wang Chuan's eyelids jumped: "What are you talking about, I don't know you at all, where did you come from, I'm ***you**." ”

His speech was filthy, but the woman on the ground was not a vegetarian, she had been in the Qinglou for many years, and she had never seen any kind of person, and she had never heard anything of it.

So she immediately fought back: "You are our boss here, and you told Zhou's mother before that there will be a few boxes of goods coming over in a few days, so let Zhou's mother close the door for a few days." ”

Turning his head and kowtowing in the direction of Zhao Yi, he said: "My lord is clear, the small sentences are true, if there is a sentence that is not true, the sky will thunder and crack my lord." ”

Obviously, she didn't know Zhao Yi's identity, and she thought he was a young adult in the government.

Wang Chuan shouted: "Then do you have evidence?" You have taken out the evidence and framed people without any evidence! ”

He obviously only told Zhou's mother about it in private, and there was no third person present at the time, how did she know?

"Of course I have proof!"

The woman took out a voucher from her arms: "This is what I stole from Zhou's mother's room, and it is the voucher for you to store the silver!" There's your handprint on it! ”

Wang Chuan only felt that there was a big block in his chest, and he almost wanted to vomit blood.

He doesn't have any storage vouchers at all, Zhou's mother is his subordinate, and he still needs a voucher to put things in the Qinglou?

How did this thing appear out of thin air?

Now he howled more sincerely: "Your Highness is clear, Your Highness, this thing is really not mine, I really don't know how this came about!" ”

Ning Deyi went up to get the voucher, and forcibly pressed Wang Chuan's hand on the ink and drew it on the white paper.

He handed the comparison chart to Zhao Yi: "Your Highness, it's the same." ”