"I thought this was because you didn't want to see Meng Zhen's face, as long as you can't see it, everyone is the same."

Shen Shuning's mouth was dry, he took a big sip of tea, put down the tea bowl, and continued: "However, the number of death row inmates in the heavenly prison is not right, and the number of missing just happens to match the days when Meng Zhen was fortunate recorded in the history of Tong. ”

Shen Xiao was silent for a moment, turned around, his eyes were gloomy, and his tone was light: "The prison has its own jurisdiction of the Criminal Department, and if the eldest princess is worried, it is not the Criminal Department." ”

Shen Shuning's heart was stricken, and countless coldnesses surged up, and he was speechless for a while.

The emperor has always called her imperial sister, and never called her the eldest princess, this is the first time in so many years that she has been blocked with words, although his tone is not turbulent, but there is a bit of bitter coldness.

This is to reprimand her hand stretched too long.

After Shen Shuning eased his senses, he said a fair word for the Criminal Department.

"I have to check the file, and the criminal department doesn't dare to disobey."

"The Criminal Department has never reported to me," Shen Xiaoyun said in a cool voice, "I think it's because of the lack of success and more failures, it's time to change people." ”

When the words fell, he asked again: "What does the imperial sister think?" ”

Shen Shuning's mind was buzzing, and he said numbly, "What the emperor said is extremely true", and then strode out of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Looking at the tall eight-lift sedan chair that stopped outside the Heart Cultivation Palace, Shen Shuning was upset for no reason, it was the emperor who acquiesced to her permission to do whatever she wanted in the palace, whether it was in the palace or above the temple, the emperor had always indulged her as the imperial sister.

So much so that she lost her sense of proportion, and the sedan chair stopped outside the Heart Cultivation Palace.

At the moment, how stupid it is. She waved her hand and asked people to carry the sedan chair away quickly.

She chose to walk back, accompanied by Danhong on the long palace road.

Looking up at the sky, the clouds on the horizon were stained with ink, as if they wanted to press heavily on the earth, probably because the weather was bad, so she couldn't breathe.

Dan Hong saw that the master's face was ugly, realized something, and persuaded softly: "The emperor and you are close relatives, so naturally I miss you everywhere." It's just that the emperor is the honor of the ninety-five after all, how can he be offended and questioned? Besides, no matter how good a person is, there will be times when he is unhappy, so you don't have to take it to heart. ”

Shen Shuning shook his head, "It's me who's wrong." ”

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At the beginning of spring, the flowers in the imperial garden are full of flowers, and the fragrant wind is gusting.

Liu Qingshu finally got free time, and sat on the drunkard pavilion with Xin Wei and Chu Ying, and after a while, Zhang Zhaoyi and Cao Zhaoyi came to hear the wind, and the small drunkard pavilion was especially lively.

"I heard the old lady in the palace say that in the past, when the first emperor had to go hunting in the spring." Chu Ying smiled like a flower.

Cao Zhaoyi was interested when he heard it: "I know, the first emperor loves to go to Jiuming Mountain for spring hunting, my father has been to Jiuming Mountain once, the scenery there is good, the fog is as thick as clouds in the early morning, and the sky is full of stars at night, only birds and insects are heard......

"This is the Creation of Zhong Shenxiu, Yin and Yang cut the dawn," Liu Qingshu said with a smile, "I have seen it in my mother's paintings." ”

Zhang Zhaoyi shook the pu fan lightly and said flatteringly: "I heard my father say that Mrs. Liu's painting is really fragrant and lifelike, which makes people never forget to praise it." Presumably Concubine Liu can also make a good painting, right? ”

Liu Qingshu humbled herself: "Although my mother's paintings are good, they are not as good as Mrs. Jiang back then. ”

There was silence all around.

Cao Zhaoyi opened her mouth to break the silence: "Concubine Liu is talking about the wife of the eunuch Jiang Liu?" ”

"Yes."

The crowd was silent again. The eunuch is a sinner, and Concubine Liu openly praises the eunuch's wife?

How do they agree with this?

"Mrs. Jiang, Lu Yunjin, is an admirable woman."

A voice came from the steps, and everyone turned their eyes to look, Yu Zhaoyi walked up to the Drunkard Pavilion, and said as he walked: "If there is no Lu Yunjin, how can you come to the Quanjiang Factory after that?" ”

Chu Ying said bluntly: "Didn't Jiang Liu climb up step by step by being a eunuch? What's the matter with his wife? ”

"If it weren't for Lu Yunjin, how would Jiang Liu be a eunuch?"

Yu Zhaoyi walked to the pavilion, saluted Liu Qingshu, and then said to Chu Ying: "Lu Yunjin is incomparably beautiful, and he is talented and loves Jinling, so he is naturally coveted by many people. One day, Lu Yunjin was forcibly abducted by shameless people while pregnant with her daughter. Helplessly, the other party was a high-ranking official, and Jiang Liu had no way to file a complaint, so he entered the palace and took refuge with the then Fu Gonggong, and when his daughter was five years old, he finally took back his wife and daughter. ”

Chu Ying exclaimed: "So he is willing to be castrated, and he climbs higher and higher on the road of eunuchs, in order to protect his wife and daughter!" ”

Everyone sighed.

In the end, they are soft-hearted women, and they can't help but empathize with Jiang Liu's difficult situation at that time, and they are also both suffocating and shocking for Jiang Liu's efforts.

They are either concubines or concubines, and their fathers have concubines, and their mothers only teach them to be dignified and virtuous after becoming wives in the future.

But they have heard that they wish to be winged birds in heaven, and they wish to be branches on earth.

I have also heard that there are no mountains and no tombs, and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with the king.

What woman has never longed for such sincere affection, never longed for such a husband who has made her own brains?

Xin Wei leaned on the edge of the pavilion railing, listening to them talk about the past, her face was the same, she only quietly looked at the beautiful spring under the pavilion, and her eyes were silent.

Cao Zhaoyi asked, "Then you say that Mrs. Jiang is worthy of admiration, why do you say this?" ”

Yu Zhaoyi sat down at Liu Qingshu's suggestion and elaborated unhurriedly.

"Lu Yunjin was born in a scholarly family, and she has a first-class beauty, the Lu family worked hard to cultivate her, originally wanted Lu Yunjin to marry into the noble mansion of the high gate and climb the high branches, but she and Jiang Liu, a poor student, have a similar talent."

"The Lu family objected but couldn't, Lu Yunjin insisted on making a private agreement with him for life, selling calligraphy and paintings for him, being an embroiderer, and accumulating a lot of silver taels for him to enter the Beijing scientific examination."

"It is precisely because she sells paintings on the street that she shows up in front of people and is coveted."

Chu Ying is a person of temperament, and her eyes were red when she heard it: "In this way, Lang Qing is a concubine, and the two of them should really grow old together......"

"How is Mrs. Jiang now?" Cao Zhaoyi asked.

"It's dead," Yu Zhaoyi lowered her voice and frowned, "Three years ago, someone threatened Jiang Liu with Lu Yunjin's life, but Lu Yunjin refused to accept Jiang Liu's coercion, so he killed himself with a sword. ”

Xin Wei felt a dull pain in her heart and closed her eyes.

The situation of her mother's body being sent back uncontrollably came to mind, and the white cloth covered her mother's body, and her father did not allow her to see it, so he asked someone to push her back into the boudoir.

She slipped through the window to the mourning hall, and saw her father, who had never been surprised by the Yushu Linfeng, was white, leaning on his body, hanging his head, and kneeling in front of the spirit for a long time.

Chu Ying stood up suddenly: "Who is so shameless?!" ”

Everyone looked at Chu Ying and looked at her with stunned eyes, and she slowly remembered that Jiang Liu was a criminal minister, a eunuch criminal who was scolded by the world.

Chu Ying hung her head and sat down slowly, "Even if he is guilty, there is a criminal department in Dali Temple to try it, what is it to threaten people's daughters-in-law, villains." ”

Her voice grew softer and softer.

"Besides, the daughter-in-law is innocent......"

Liu Qingshu said meaningfully: "Who can know whether Jiang Changgong is guilty or not." ”