The rain crackled, and the shadows of the trees could be seen swaying through the windows.

The person who had raided King Lu's study came back with a tray on it that had been crumpled and unfolded.

"Father-in-law, I copied this. ”

King Lu subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Ma Gonggong was faster than him, and he reached out and took the paper from the tray, and when he saw it, his face changed slightly.

Who is suing

An inch of soft intestines is thousands

Where is the spring returning?

The garden is full of grass and twilight

Gloomy gaze

Alone with feelings

It's hard to look back

This is a new word of "Wangjiang Resentment", if a deep girl or young woman writes it, it is good, and it is written in the deep depression and sorrow of the heart by the scene of late spring.

The whole word is long and three sighs, the language is beautiful, the artistic conception is full of words and the beauty of the meaning.

But what King Lu wrote, it was this time, and this word was exhausted but not exhaustive, it was a grievance, or a grievance copied from King Lu's study!

Such a poem is enough to be submitted as evidence.

King Lu couldn't care about anything else, so he stepped forward to take a look, and when he saw it, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly said: "I didn't write it, Gonggong Ma, this is someone framed me!"

Ma Gonggong smiled and hurriedly put away the words: "Sixth Master, please don't be impatient, whether you wrote it or not, someone can tell." ”

Handwriting recognition, this is a specialized person.

King Lu was very uneasy in his heart, this handwriting was enough to confuse the truth, he just glanced at it, and he felt in a trance that it was really written by himself, if someone harmed himself, could he really find out?

At this time, Huo Wuwu came in and said, "The sixth master is the royal bloodline, but it's just ......."

Approached Ma Gonggong and whispered a few words, Ma Gonggong heard it, looked at King Lu deeply, and there seemed to be pity in his eyes.

King Lu felt even more uncomfortable, but Gonggong Ma had already ordered: "Serve King Lu well, there must be no mistake!"

As he spoke, he walked away, and happened to meet Princess Lu, and made a family salute, bowed to her, and left the hospital without looking back, and hurried away in the rain.

In an instant, the courtyard fell empty, and in the sound of rain, when King Lu sat alone, he saw Princess Lu come in, and then he suddenly swept away, and the porcelain not far away was smashed.

People are under the eaves, why don't they bow their heads, this rain is getting tighter and tighter.

In the deep palace, no one spoke, only the chess pieces were slightly lowered, and the back of Zhao Gonggong, who was playing chess with the king, was full of sweat.

This chess with the emperor can neither be perfunctory, can not lose too obviously, nor can he only know to win without scruples, the emperor's chess skills must be the best, but people let a slave play chess with him, in order to relieve boredom, most of the mood or bored, as the side that must lose, but also let the emperor have fun.

This kind of proportional grasp is really difficult to grasp, but it is not difficult for Zhao Gonggong.

The difficulty is now this complex situation.

Especially today, there may be a prince who wants to curse the emperor, if the evidence of this matter is really found, I am afraid that the capital will usher in a bloody storm again, just thinking about it, Zhao Gonggong feels that his throat is dry and the back of his neck is cold.

Just thinking about it, there was the sound of footsteps, and a person walked in small steps outside the hall, it was Ma Gonggong who was sent to King Lu's mansion, Ma Shunde.

Seeing that he was back, the emperor pushed the chessboard and got up.

"Don't go down, clean up. ”

"Yes!" Zhao Gonggong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly picked up the chess pieces carefully and cleaned up the mess.

Gonggong Ma hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down, reported the matter of King Lu's mansion to the emperor, and said: "According to Huo Zhenren's test, Lu ...... The bloodline of the sixth master is no different, but it seems that the maternal bloodline is a bit problematic. ”

This matter is very important, not only to listen to Gonggong Ma's reply, but the emperor also announced that Huo Wufu, who was waiting outside, and the imperial doctor would meet him.

Huo Wufu and the imperial doctor came in, and their rhetoric was no different from that of Ma Gonggong.

The emperor's expression was relieved, no matter what, no matter whether Concubine Wei had a problem or not, at least King Lu was his own son, and his blood was the same, which was enough.

This at least shows that he did not raise a son for others, and when he heard that he had copied some documents and a poem from King Lu's study, the emperor said, "Submit it." ”

Ma Gonggong personally held it and handed it over, and the emperor first picked up the documents and looked at them, these are nothing, but the Lu Wangfu violated the law of Da Zheng and made some transactions, although the prince violated the law and the common people were guilty of the same crime, but this was just a disguise, and no one could do it.

It's nothing more than the purchase of some gray industries, which will not make the emperor angry.

I picked up the paper on which the words were written and looked at it, and after reading the poem, the emperor did not speak for a long time.

Ma Gonggong knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

I don't know how long it took before the emperor exhaled a turbid breath: "I don't know yet, I'm the sixth child, and this Yaxing." ”

"Write words on a rainy night, look at the river and complain, okay!"

As the emperor spoke, he seemed to want to laugh, but his laughter was dry, and even he felt hoarse, so he changed his words: "You and Huo Wufu go to the queen and check the bloodline of the Wei family." ”

"Yes!" Ma Gonggong and Huo Wufu both responded, and seeing that they were speechless, they retreated and entered the rain.

Zhennan Bo Mansion

The plantain in the courtyard of the prince was swayed by the heavy rain, the house was lit with candles, and someone was carefully walking to the bed with a medicine bowl.

The young man lying on the bed was wearing only underwear and covered with a solid-colored silk quilt, and his face was even paler.

"Childe?" Dao Tong Hongdao, who has grown a lot taller in the past few months, has now changed his clothes, has grown up, and looks like a teenager, after he put down the medicine, he came to the side of the bed and called softly.

The young man had just woken up, but he hadn't opened his eyes, and now he lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Childe, it's time to drink the medicine. Hongdao was not afraid to look at him so coldly, and still said with his neck stalked.

The young man, that is, Xie Zhenqing, frowned and motioned to Hongdao to help him sit up.

Hongdao put a soft cushion on his back, slowly helped him sit down, and then took the medicine bowl and fed it spoonful.

Xie Zhenqing drank, didn't speak for a long time, Hongdao didn't speak, and stood aside with his hands down, waiting for orders.

Xie Zhenqing was a little helpless about this, the last time all the people in the Taoist Temple were worshipped, and the relationship between the two became like this.

Hongdao's loyalty is unquestionable, but this temper is really bigger than in the past, but he still looks silent, hey, it's really a stubborn donkey!

But at this time, he didn't care about this, Xie Zhenqing just picked up a small mirror, looked at his face, and saw that the young man's eyebrows in the mirror were full of black gas, and he put down the mirror speechlessly.

"Alas, King Lu's chess is a waste, and I have a lot of backlash. ”

"If it weren't for the fact that I had already gone to the Three Corpses and become a demon, I would have to die this time. ”

Just thinking about it, coughing again, looking at the handkerchief, it was a little bloody, Xie Zhenqing was a little helpless, tossed a few times, this body is afraid that it will not live long, ten years?

Ten years is enough, but since the king entered Beijing, the storm has been too big, and the previous layout has almost been torn apart.

The most terrifying thing is that it is difficult to find out even yourself, how it was formed, it seems to be natural, and it has become like this.

Is there really a destiny?