Shu Yao remembered what she had asked Shen Junzhuo: How can I prove my father's innocence?

Shen Junzhuo looked at her for a while, and finally spoke:

"You don't need to prove that Master Li is innocent, just prove that the prime minister is guilty."

proved that the prime minister was guilty, and everyone in the world knew that he was guilty, but no one in the world could do anything about him, even the officials dared to be angry and couldn't touch him.

How difficult it was, she was a little discouraged for a while, but after the night she mustered up her courage again. If she doesn't do anything because she is afraid of hardship, and sees her relatives incognito, the Li family will wither from then on, no matter what kind of life she can live, she will hate herself and regret it for the rest of her life.

Even if the mayfly shakes the tree, she has to give it a try.

Many of the prime minister's crimes are obvious, the official family can't move him, Shen Junzhuo can't move him, it's just because he can unite most of the court, if he moves, it will affect the whole body, and it is easy to cause turmoil in the entire court.

That being the case, Shu Yao thinly separated the strands of silk thread in his hand, and pulled it, and the thin thread that was separated was easily broken into two. She put down the silk thread, asked the carriage to be prepared, called the head of the dart, and went to the backyard of a watery room.

The moon is sparse, there are occasionally one or two pedestrians on the road, the shops that are not in the night market section have long been closed, and occasionally one or two people are rushing to work with the lights on, and the streets are all dark.

When the weather was hot, the carriage was no longer covered from the wind on all sides, but hung on it with a light curtain, and when the wind blew, the curtain could be blown up, rippling in layers, like petals.

Shu Yao sat in the car, dressed in men's clothes, combing his hair in a high bun, with a breeze in his ears, and the hair on the back of his head was blown by the wind, gently floating in the night.

Ren Darthead has always been driving steadily, not slowly. The horses' hooves landed on the green bricks of the street, and there was a crisp clatter, and the axles were full of oil, but there was no sound at all. Such a quiet and warm night inevitably makes people want to talk freely, Shu Yao said:

"I haven't asked the dart head yet, where is the dart head?"

Ren Dart head held the reins in one hand, supported his knees with the other, and said while driving:

"My ancestral home is Liaoyang, and my ancestor Shangyuan is also a farmer, and later he thought that there was no income from farming, so he sold the land and went to the city to find an errand. I don't want my grandfather to accidentally get into a lawsuit, and the family is bankrupt and ransomed, and he has been destitute since then. My father was sent to the martial arts gym to practice martial arts since he was a child, thinking that he would be able to make a living by relying on this in the future. Later, I started to do darts, and I can be regarded as a son inheriting my father's business. ”

Shu Yao sighed, and was about to ask him if he had a family, when he saw another tall carriage coming in front of him, the carriage was open-topped, and there was a person sitting in the middle, wearing a white robe, which was gently blown up by the wind in the moonlight.

The two carriages quickly staggered by, and Shu Yao's heart suddenly lifted, but he didn't expect to meet Uncle Liu Guo here again! She sat upright in the carriage, but fortunately there was a curtain on the roof of the carriage, and she must not be able to see her clearly from the other side in the hot moonlight.

Uncle Liu noticed the carriage with a white curtain from the beginning. Such carriages are common in this season, and the children of the family and the wealthy merchants are reluctant to travel under the sun, and usually hang a curtain on the open-top carriage.

He just glanced at it, and the boy sitting in the middle was ethereal, with his ink hair flying, and he had a plan to see who it was. Originally, he shouldn't have taken this road, but he asked the coachman to change the route and walk towards the carriage.

At the moment when the wrong body passed, there was a wind blowing, and the mantle of the mountains was like a blooming epiphany, blooming in the night for a moment, and the people sitting in the car were like the gods of the nine heavens, the beauty of the earth-shattering, a pool of abyss, sacred and undesecrated.