Chapter Fifty-Nine: A Hundred Deaths Without Stiffness

"Niangniang, Gonggong Jiang sent someone to say that the emperor still won't come back for dinner today, let Niangniang eat first."

In the Fengyi Palace, Zhiyun looked at the face of the mother cautiously, and said carefully, his heart was worried, and when he returned to the palace from the royal hunting ground, the emperor was very busy every day, leaving early and returning late, and there was almost no one to see.

In the past, no matter how busy the emperor's affairs were, he would come to accompany Niangniang to dine, and in the past few days, the emperor has almost never set foot in Fengyi Palace, and Niangniang is alone.

"Hongu knows."

Su Qian lowered his eyes, the light in his eyes became dim, although he was used to the coldness of Fengyi Palace before, he still felt a little lost in his heart.

Even if the table was full of dishes with all the colors and flavors, she didn't have the heart to move the chopsticks, and she didn't have much appetite.

Su Qian entered the inner hall, sat in front of the pear flower table, and took out a pile of letterheads that were placed in the mezzanine and sealed with wax, which were the people she had seen before who had gathered and joined the semi-monthly newspaper, and some of the articles they had written were presented to her first.

Zhiyun stood on the opposite side of the bookcase, grinding the ink with all her might, and Niangniang had become busy in recent days, always writing in circles on some letterheads.

Thinking of this, Zhiyun couldn't help asking, "Did Niangniang receive a letter from home recently?" ”

Su Qian's hand holding the wolf's pen stopped slightly, and raised his eyes, "Huh?" Why do you suddenly ask that. ”

"Do you miss the master and the lady, they have been fine recently, the martial arts test day is approaching, and I don't know if the young master can be on the list this year."

Zhiyun thought about it while grinding ink, in the past, at home, the lord and wife were very good to her, and she often missed it since she entered the palace.

When Su Qian heard Zhiyun's words, he froze for a moment, and his face changed.

The original owner's family! It's a critical presence.

There are too many things that happened too quickly during this time, and she was so busy tying up the male and female protagonists that she forgot the most important thing.

In the plot of the book, the original owner was pushed into the pond in the imperial garden by the vicious white lotus to receive a boxed lunch, and after the original owner's family heard the bad news, the mother couldn't bear the blow and fainted, and since then she has been ill for a long time.

The embroidery merchant's father was like a dead heart to the royal family, and he loved his wife, so he couldn't take care of the business, scribbled all the shops, and returned to his hometown with his wife.

And the elder brother of the original owner, shortly after the death of the original owner, passed the martial arts test and won the first prize, wanting to enter the capital to seek justice for his little sister.

But how could the great tyrant send someone to investigate the affairs of the harem, and the elder brother of the original owner could not get a fair result, which led him to hate this emperor deeply.

Later, by mistake, the original owner's brother had an undeserved love for the heroine, and became one of the heroine's right-hand men, and the fall of the tyrant was due to the original owner's brother.

“……”

Thinking of the plot after that, Su Qian had two big problems in one head, and the problems continued one after another, one after another, and she didn't even have the time to take a breath.

However, he lives as the original owner, so my brother shouldn't be in the heart of overthrowing the tyrant.

"What is Niangniang thinking, after being out of the gods for so long, are you worried about the young master's martial arts test? Rest assured, the young master has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his martial arts are superb, looking at the entire Jiangnan, it is difficult to match him. ”

Zhiyun absolutely believes in his heart that the young master is invincible all over the world, and it is a sure thing to be on the list sooner or later.

Seeing Zhiyun smiling heartlessly, no matter how bitter Su Qian's heart was, he had to swallow it in his stomach, pulled out a smile, and echoed: "If my brother can enter Beijing and become a famous general, I will have the opportunity to meet again in the future." ”

At the beginning, when the original owner entered Beijing, the original owner's brother, the five big and three thick men, cried back and red-eyed, he was a sister control, and he was very good to the original owner.

"What Niangniang said is that there is a precedent for the palace ladies to meet their mother's family in the palace, but this matter still has to be ordered by the emperor, and Niangniang must maintain her honor and favor."

Zhiyun's eyes are shining, squeezing his eyebrows and making eyes to help Niangniang come up with ideas, with the emperor's favor, can you have everything.

"Okay, you're right."

Su Qian could only agree first, anyway, Zhiyun, this little girl, was simple-minded, and it was easy to fool her to say a few words, but she thought in her heart, could Rong Favor ensure longevity.

"This palace is still busy, so you can go down first after polishing the ink."

"Yes."

The weaving clouds quietly retreated.

And in the council hall, it is still cold and solemn, everywhere is resplendent but revealing the cold that is not close to human feelings, the haze has shrouded the hall in the past few days, and it has spread even more, it is really overwhelming, and everyone's head is like living on the belt of trousers.

In the middle of the night, dark clouds shrouded the palace, the night sky was as thick as ink, and the palace was shrouded in endless darkness, and the cold wind of early winter blew, all of which were bleak and desolate.

"Your Majesty, these piles of folds handed over by the ministers are all about the prime minister's personal pockets over the years, and he has formed a party to use his power for personal gain!"

And most of the many groups of assassins who assassinated the emperor were from the rivers and lakes raised in the prime minister's mansion, but unfortunately their hands and feet were clean every time, and there were no clues to be traced.

"There are still a lot of things hidden behind Prime Minister Lin, if the minister investigates thoroughly, it will take a while, the minister is incompetent, and the emperor will be the best."

His Royal Highness, the person who asked the emperor for guilt was Jingzhao Yin Yankuan, his face was solemn, a year ago, the emperor had secretly given him a task to privately investigate the various crimes committed by Prime Minister Lin over the years.

His official position is only a mere five-grade is Jing Zhaoyin, who sits under the imperial city as the 'county master' and accepts the cases of the people in the capital.

In the past few years, Prime Minister Lin Cheng has been eating the people, and the people have long been complaining, but because the officials and officials in the court protect each other, the suffering of the people cannot reach the ears of the emperor at all.

And Yan Kuan is the official who can directly contact the people and become the emperor's ears among the people.

Now that a year has passed, although Yan Kuan has received a lot of human and material evidence from the people, all of which point to Prime Minister Lin Cheng, but he has been blocked many times, and it is difficult to shake Prime Minister Lin's status in the court.

"Aiqing doesn't have to blame herself, it's winter now, it's the scene of everything is declining, maybe the green shoots will be different next year, don't hurry, take your time."

Jun Wushen hooked the corners of his lips, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and his bony hand turned over the pages of Lin Ze's incriminating evidence, and his dark eyes became more and more gloomy.

The aura of dragon rage emanating from the emperor's body, even if Yan Kuan was separated by a distance, he could feel a chill on his back spine.

The emperor has already had the heart to get rid of Prime Minister Lin, and see how long he, a pest of the court, can continue to gnaw.

Yan Kuan bowed his head, "The minister will retire first." ”