Fu Yao was silent, and after a while, he handed over a piece of clothing.

Tang Siru didn't answer, she knew that Fu Yao's clothes were also thin, and if she gave it to herself, he would have to endure the cold all night.

Tang Siru moved the shelf in the middle and cheekily moved it there, "Anyway, we are dressed well, so we can get closer and warmer." ”

Fu Yao: "......" It's hard for her to say such tiger and wolf words without changing her face.

Lord Zuo Xiang was not far behind, spreading his clothes into a small quilt and covering the two of them.

Two people covered with the same "quilt", like ...... Share a bed.

In fact, it didn't feel much warmer than this, but Tang Siru just felt a lot more relieved and gradually fell asleep.

By the time Tang Siru woke up the next day, Fu Yao had already woken up for a long time, looking for a way out outside.

It was more like a mountain recess than the valley bottom, and Tang Siru felt as if he was trapped in a bowl.

"I don't think we can climb up on our own, is there anyone to save us?" Tang Siru said with a sad face.

"Yes, Hanki will definitely come back to us after delivering the letter." Fu Yao replied.

“…… The question is, does Hanki know we're here? Tang Siru asked, "Did you hang a strip of cloth on the cliff when you jumped down, throw a shoe or something, so that if Hanmu sees it, with his loyalty, even if he thinks you are unfortunate and cold, he will definitely come down to find you." ”

Fu Yao raised his eyebrows and looked at his intact clothes and shoes, "I didn't expect Miss Tang Er to have such foresight......"

Tang Siru looked at the sky silently, it seems that some novels really can't be believed.

"But...... I seem to understand, do you mean to send a letter to Hanki? Fu Yao pondered for a while and asked.

"Yes, yes, what can you do?" Tang Siru immediately looked at Fu Yao with burning eyes.

I saw Fu Yao raise his hand, and a clear whistle suddenly sounded, and after a while, a majestic Hai Dongqing spread its wings and circled overhead, and then landed on the stone in front of Fu Yao.

Tang Siru suddenly looked at the domineering Hai Dongqing with envy.

Fu Yao tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and raised his finger to bite it......

"Wait!" Tang Siru hurriedly stopped him, ran into the cave, picked up a piece of charcoal from the ground that was burned yesterday, and handed it to him.

Fu Yao had a smile in his eyes, wrote a letter on the hem of his clothes, and tied it to Hai Dongqing's feet. After a whistling, Hai Dongqing circled away.

"Your bird is so majestic!" Tang Siru praised sincerely.

When Fu Yao heard this, he looked at her with a strange expression, and stopped talking.

"......" Tang Siru suddenly realized the ambiguity of this sentence, coughed dryly, and turned his face away.

Han Mu was actually not far from them, he was on the way from the capital to Lizhou, he received a message from Hai Dongqing, but it was only a day to rush to Xiaoqing Ping Mountain, and led the guards to rescue Fu Yao and Tang Siru.

Then escorted all the way, but in just a few days, Fu Yao and Tang Siru successfully arrived in the capital.

"Second Miss Tang, now that the certified physical evidence is complete, there is no need to worry about Lord Tang's affairs." Fu Yao sent Tang Siru to the front of the mansion and comforted.

"With Master Fu's words, I am relieved." Tang Siru thanked.

"I'm going to enter the palace to face the saint this time, can I ask Miss Tang Er for a favor." Fu Yao said with a smile.

"Huh? What's busy? "Tang Siru is consciously sparse and shallow, and he is a rookie who only fights politics.

"Please Miss Tang Er help me draw a picture." Fu Yao's eyes were full of meaning.

After Fu Yao obtained the painting, he directly brought people into the palace to meet him.

Ming Rui Temple.

The recital at the beginning of the case was stacked high, and Emperor Nanming was still reviewing a recital.

The aroma of Rui Brain mixed with ambergris lingered in the hall, and a green and bitter medicinal soup on the side of his hand still exuded heat.

Fu Yao knelt down under the case and reported one by one, quietly waiting for Emperor Nanming's reply.

Emperor Nanming coughed twice, he was not very old, but his face was not very good, and his voice was a little weak, "Fu Aiqing, get up and speak, your letter I already know." ”

Fu Yao got up according to his words, stood up with His Highness and asked, "Then what does Your Majesty plan to do?" ”

Emperor Nanming pondered for a moment and rubbed his eyebrows, "Zhao Laizhen, the assassin of Lizhou, has already ordered someone to be arrested and brought to justice, and Tang Cheng, the waiter of the Ministry of Works, seems to have been framed, so he can be acquitted, and I have sent someone to appease him." It's just that the letter said that this history of leaving the state is also instructed by the Ministry of Industry, and this matter needs to be considered in the long run. ”

It is not that Emperor Nanming has the intention to protect the Ministry of Works, but it is true that the disposal of the Ministry of Industry is widely implicated. The Ministry of Industry Shangshu Fan is the younger brother of the empress of the dynasty, and he is the prince's uncle, if he is disposed of, it will inevitably involve the prince and the queen, which makes Emperor Nanming very headache.

Although Emperor Nanming is not old, his body has been greatly deteriorated recently, and many things are beyond his strength, so he really doesn't want to shake his position because of this.

Fu Yao has followed Emperor Nanming for many years, and has been taken care of by Emperor Nanming since he was a child, how can he not understand the concerns in Emperor Nanming's heart, but if he allows Shangshu Fan of the Ministry of Industry to continue to eat and receive bribes, it is the people who suffer.

He took a painting from his attendant and presented it.

The scroll slowly spread, and Emperor Nanming's expression gradually became solemn.

He looked at it for a long time, and slapped the desk angrily, "Alas, raising tigers is a problem!" ”

The picture presented by Fu Yao was a painting that asked Tang Siru to help draw before entering the palace for an audience. This painting is called "Picture of the Displaced People", which depicts what they saw when they left the boat, the water ruthlessly washed away the people's homes and fields, the people were homeless and living on the streets, and some people mourned and died in the water, leaving orphans and widows alone.

Compared with the prosperity of the capital, the streets at that time were extremely desolate, the rice and grain allocated by the imperial court for disaster relief were also embezzled and seized, and the streets were full of ragged homeless beggars, starving everywhere, and people were like ants. In contrast, it is the exquisite construction and luxurious dinner of Zhao Lai's mansion, singing and dancing, staggered, everything is Zhao Lai's search for the people's fat and people's ointment, and his mastermind and backer behind the scenes are also the culprits of this human tragedy.

Fu Yao looked at Emperor Nanming's angry expression and continued to add, "Weichen knows that Your Majesty is also a father and a husband, but these people also have relatives, and their relatives either died in the flood, or died of disease and hunger after the disaster. ”

Emperor Nanming sighed: "It seems that I can't tolerate this fandang. ”

Fu Yao arched his hand and said, "Your Majesty Shengming." ”

Emperor Nanming looked at Fu Yao quietly, this child was brought up by him, and now he has grown into the appearance of Zhilan Yushu, and there is her elegance and beauty between his eyebrows, and for a while, Emperor Nanming looked at Fu Yao's eyes gradually distant, as if the figure of this emperor's important minister and the woman he loved deeply gradually coincided.