The little lady in her arms may have froze and shivered.

Jiang Huaiyang ordered someone to take the white fox robe hanging on the hanger, unfolded it and covered her, and then pulled the hand stove in her sleeve, and handed it to the wooden incense standing on the side.

Mu Xiang understood, and walked away to add some hot coal.

"It's snowing so early in Beijing." Ruan Yuyi straddled his legs and pressed her forehead against his shoulder and neck, in a vain attempt to get some warmth. Her slender fingertips circled around his neck, stirring up a tingle on his body.

His throat tightened, and he bit her ear and said, "Is Ling Ling coming to this capital for the first time?" I haven't gotten used to it yet. He brought the hot tea to her lips.

She stepped back, reached out to take it, and thanked him in a proper manner. She tilted her head slightly, and the warm tea flowed into her mouth, and what she couldn't hold was wet on her lips.

His eyes were dark, but he didn't speak, waiting to see when she would explain what she meant.

She struggled to get up from his lap, her plain white fingertips hooked the handle, lifted the food box, and lifted the lid with the other hand, "Your Majesty wants to taste it?" It's new. ”

The pastries in the box are pressed into the shape of flowers by molds, about two pieces wide, each delicate and cute, and when the lid is lifted, it seems that the smell of beans fills the nose.

Seeing that Jiang Huaiyang was silent, she raised her eyes to meet his eyes, and was startled by the deep light, "-Your Majesty? ”

He suddenly pulled his lips and smiled, "Ling Ling's hand borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, it really makes it excellent." If he hadn't heard from Concubine Shu yesterday, he might not have known about the pastries she sent every day, but he was entrusted by others.

Her heart tightened, and she sneered, "What is Your Majesty referring to?" ”

"Don't understand?" His hand on her waist tightened, "That's fine. He hung his head, and instead of eating the pastry, he went to eat her lipstick.

She leaned back a little and dodged, "The concubine is infected with the wind and cold, don't give it to Your Majesty." ”

He tightened his grip on her slender waist so that she wouldn't fall backwards, "It's okay, just take a few pills left and right." His voice was hoarse, as if he had been sick.

I don't know if it's because it's not good to eat, the little lady's already slender figure is even thinner, and she pinched it with one hand, and it was full of bones. His cheeks were flushed with a strange flush, but his hands were cold.

He freed his hand and held it for her.

"Lady ......" Her words were cut off by him, and she whimpered incompletely.

She didn't pay attention, her hand loosened, the food box fell to the ground, and the delicate pastries were scattered all over the ground. She didn't have time to take care of it.

Across the door, Mu Xiang heard the movement inside, stopped, she was still holding the sleeve stove in her hand, lest the wind blow was cold, and hid it in her sleeve.

In the palace, Jiang Huaiyang didn't want to hear her frequently mention Concubine Shu in front of him, because he didn't give her a chance to continue.

When she bathed and changed her clothes again, she ordered to prepare a sedan chair, and when she wanted to go back, she sent someone back to Mei Xuan, and she was not in a hurry to drive her away. She lowered her eyes to see Mu Xiang neatly tie her cloak, and she was a little distracted.

She also knew that the Rong family was rebellious and unforgivable, and it was reasonable for him to do so. But Concubine Shu has been staying in the palace and has never harmed him, what is wrong with her?

What's wrong with those innocent Rong family daughters?

Maybe because she is not in the position of the Son of Heaven, she can't figure it out, and she doesn't want to understand. It's just that I sigh for those women who are beautiful in the morning and slaves in the twilight.

The new emperor has withdrawn and left, and the hall seems empty, although his robe is still hanging on the hanger, and there are all kinds of antique ornaments on the Bogu shelf, and the ink on several cases has not yet dried, and there are traces of his life everywhere.

Although he allowed her to stay here, his goal was not achieved, and there was no point in staying here any longer.

She whispered, "Let's go back." ”

The carriage carrying the new emperor drove out of the imperial city and traveled unhindered, leaving a long rut behind.

The carriage stopped leisurely in front of the Criminal Department, and Wen Pheasant raised the curtain, "Your Majesty, it's here." ”

Jiang Huaiyang hummed softly and paced out. Suddenly, he paused and stopped walking, because there were many cloth merchants crowded in front of him, and it was not easy to enter.

It's not that the people in the Criminal Department are timid and afraid, but the people in front of them are all big people, and there are so many people, how dare they really face each other with swords.

The gray and rough cloth clothes rubbed against each other, and everyone desperately tried to squeeze forward, all of them holding bowls in their hands, and their mouths were either sharp or wailing.

"Good luck, sir! My Ji'er pointed to this mouthful, okay, okay! ”

"Wasn't it all sold in previous years? I have silver, and I have silver! Let me in! ”

"Don't squeeze—"

The little officials were like a great enemy, and they all struggled to resist the door. There are also people who are ordered to dissuade and explain outside, but who will listen to him, these people are waiting for a mouthful of steamed buns to save their lives!

Jiang Huaiyang frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?" Didn't I forbid the sale of such evil things? ”

In the early dynasties, the Wu State was prosperous on the surface, but there were many corrupt officials inside, secretly eating away at the national capital. The first emperor was a bright monarch when he was young, but later he was obsessed with beauty and listened to the slander of his ministers, so he did not ask about the people's feelings for many years.

There were prison guards who spread and peddled home remedies,

Therefore, after the new emperor took over, he did not know how many places to be rebuilt.

Wen Pheasant hurriedly lowered his head and replied, "The ban has indeed been issued. But I am afraid that it will take time for the people's perception to change...... The gate is crowded, why don't your majesty enter from the sideways? ”

He paused for a moment and said, "Let's take a look at a few people from the hospital." With that, he walked in the direction of the side door.

Shangshu of the Criminal Department didn't expect him to come early, for fear that the chaos outside the door would provoke the new emperor's anger, so he hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty.

He glanced at the panicked Shangshu of the Criminal Department, and sneered, "I know that I am not well controlled, and there are not many people who have dismissed the people." He left the criminal department book in place and walked to the prison.

Shangshu of the Criminal Department did not dare to slack off, so he hurriedly got up and patted the dust and followed behind.

Compared to Jingzhao Mansion, it is darker and more damp, and most of the people who are imprisoned are political criminals or felons. The bloody breath lingered in the air, pungent and rich to make people almost sick, Jiang Huaiyang's face did not change.

Walking to a cell, under the dim candlelight, the man in the cell slowly raised his head.

He stood up, tugging at the iron lock on his ankle and rattling. He stared straight at Jiang Huaiyang, and muttered, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty—" The words begging for mercy seemed to blurt out.

Immediately after, his expression changed and he scolded.

Shangshu of the Criminal Department looked at his former colleague, but he couldn't help sighing with emotion, his heart was tight, and he hurriedly ordered someone to open the prison door and block the man's mouth.

The words in his mouth were all blocked, his face was red, his eyes were tearing, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

He was obviously about to succeed, and the grandmother sent to Concubine Shu's side sent a letter clearly, saying that the medicine was sent to the new emperor every day, and although the poison was chronic, it was irreversible.

How could the new emperor still stand in front of him now?

Jiang Huaiyang looked at it coldly and said leisurely, "Aiqing doesn't want to know, what happened to her daughter in the palace?" ”

He fell silent suddenly, as if someone had robbed him of his voice. In the darkness, a line of cloudy tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

The Rong family is no longer in the past, all because he followed the wrong Lord.

Chapter 157 is there.,The feelings of the male protagonist have actually changed in that chapter.,Interested babies can turn back and take a look~.

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