Homecoming Ballad (GL)

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Wasn't it just a few days ago that he was promoted because of his meritorious service in disaster relief?

Jing Ci couldn't get her head around for a while, and said in a dull voice, "What did you do?"

"You also know about Uncle Cheng. A while ago, Uncle Wang didn't know what he said to the emperor, which made Longyan furious. He committed suicide by drinking poison and was smashed by a car. You are worried, so you dare not mention it to you. She advised the emperor about this matter, but unexpectedly, she was tripped by Xiaoxiao, and she was imprisoned..." Rou Ke choked up several times, and slowly Kneeling down, he said, "I beg you to save her, since...you and her are quite close and she is my husband, please save her..."

If there is another way to go, Rou Ke firmly believes that Tang Ci will not choose this one--as a child, how can she bear the heart of her mother humbly begging for alms from the enemy? Without mentioning Tang Ci's real identity, Whether Yici will step out of the threshold in her heart and say a few words of heartfelt words to Emperor Chunyou, Rou Ke has no plans.Not only the women of the Tang family have always had hard bones, but the backbones of women married to the Tang family are almost never easily bent.

Chapter 62

The extremely familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting, the fragrance of ink is still fresh, as if a cold fragrance is thrown into the nostrils.In just a few lines, the emperor held it in his hand, looked and looked, tasted and tasted, and between the lines, there seemed to be a shadow of a beautiful woman lingering in his dreams.He has forgotten the joy, the excitement, and the ecstasy. After 13 years of waiting and 13 years of spring and autumn, he got a piece of handwriting—an ordinary handwriting. Reserved lack of intimacy.The curling agarwood from the Suanni censer drifted in, and the deep sadness in the emperor's heart still couldn't be resolved under his concentration.

Concubine Ning was serving at the side, her ten fingers were covered with peach-colored Danko, her thumb and index finger were together, and she gently pinched a piece of homemade pastry, intending to feed it to the emperor.

The palace dress she is wearing today is cut from newly imported fabrics, bright and beautiful, with a delicate and complicated bun. On the bun is inserted the phoenix hairpin bestowed by the emperor, and the red bird holds a pearl hanging on her forehead.

The emperor glanced at the pastry, his brows were still furrowed, and with just one look, Concubine Ning naturally saw that the emperor didn't want to talk to her at the moment, so she put down the pastry resentfully, and pinched his shoulders and legs for him.

Concubine Ning's hands were stronger than ordinary women's, and her skills were also good. The emperor who sat quietly for a long time gradually let go of his spirit, and it seemed that his body and heart were slowly becoming alive, and he no longer felt oppressed.

After a long time, he patted the back of Concubine Ning's hand—to signal her to stop for a while, then called Li Shunde, and said: "Go to the Ministry of Punishment to send a message, and release Tang Ci."

Li Shunde bowed his eyebrows and bowed his eyes, and he retreated obediently. He was calm in his heart. As early as today, when the soldiers outside the palace sent a letter from the soldiers guarding the backyard of Biyun Temple, he knew the resignation Sure enough, auspicious people have their own celestial features.

After watching Li Shunde step out of the hall, the emperor lowered his head again, looking at the light letter in his hand that easily shook his heart.

After a long time, he carefully folded the letter --- according to its original creases, folded it exactly, and put it back into the envelope. On the envelope was written "Second Emperor's Dear Brother" in willow style. ", this title, which has been violated for 13 years, brought him a sense of frustration after a long separation and reunion.

He is the Son of Heaven, the monarch of the Great Jin Dynasty, and the man who has ruled this vast country for 13 years. As long as he gives an order, no matter whether it is Saibei Jiangnan or a young woman with a beautiful appearance or a beautiful heart. Being happy under him is very close to flattery.But the only person he cared about in his heart, no matter 13 years ago or 13 years later, turned a blind eye to him.

He has always been obedient to her, only once, against her will - seized the throne, killed his eldest brother, but also invisibly drew a gap between the two of them. It was very much like the twelve crowns I wore on the canonization ceremony—heavy, heavy, red, white, blue, yellow, black, five-color jade beads, which swayed slightly when walking and jingled in the sunlight. Dang's voice, light and shadow intertwined, he walked to the pinnacle of power, but also sat on the lonely throne.

It was the first time Concubine Ning had been treated so coldly since she was entrusted by the emperor. It was just a handwritten letter, and she was defeated before starting a battle.

She wanted to do what she did in the past, with a delicate voice, to coax the emperor's favor, but the emperor took a step ahead of her, and slapped the golden dragon armrest on the dragon chair, stood up with a sullen face, and called the deputy manager Zhang Ji, after a few orders, he seems to be going out of the palace in a subdued manner?!

But it was cold today, Hu Laiyan returned home after morning court and stayed in the warm room to play with the birds and enjoy the flowers, and the task of interrogating Tang Ci fell on Lu He's shoulders.

Stepping into the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Lu He first went to the place where the Huzhou rice merchant was imprisoned----

Only separated by the wooden fence, the smell of blood and rancidity was strong and smoky, and the jailer who was following her handed her a wet hand towel.

Lu He took the towel, only covered his mouth and nose, squatted down, and carefully looked at the middle-aged man who collapsed on the dry grass with the aid of a pine torch. His hair was disheveled and his face was covered with blood. With both hands tightly clutching the withered yellow straw, the dark black bloodstains had already dried up. The large swaths of bloodstains were messy and heavy, and it could be deduced what kind of cruel punishment he had received.

Lu He's heart was full of silent condemnation of herself. She knew that if her husband was still alive, she would be extremely disappointed in herself, but...she really had nowhere to go.A few days ago, a good friend who had been acquainted with Qianzhou as a hard laborer sent a letter a few days ago. According to the letter, her mother had been tortured until she was skinny and thin. Accurately grasp his seven inches when getting along, and win with one blow.

The birds and beasts in the dense forests in the mountains may kill each other if they have nothing to forage.What is the difference between those who are in extreme distress?

"Lord Lu, this untouchable bastard signed the bond with his own hands yesterday, admitting that his son committed suicide and has nothing to do with Young Lord Han or Young Master Xie. It's getting late, let's hurry up and interrogate Lord Tang according to the Lord's order." ."

"……it is good."

Lu He stood up and walked forward. After walking a few steps, he held on to the wall with shaky feet, gān gān gān.

If it is the first time to visit a prisoner in the prison of the Criminal Ministry for the first time, it should be like this, but Lu He has been in and out here for a long time, which is unreasonable.

While the jailer was wondering, a person hurriedly came from the corridor, and he took a closer look, but it was Hu Laiyan with a livid face, and his tone was not very comfortable when he spoke: "Where is Tang Ci? Let her out! No interrogation!" "

Yu Xiaoyu and Qin Rongyue haven't seen Tang Ci for two days in a row, Rou Ke rarely comes to the Shangshu Mansion to play with her two as in the past, Qin Yan and Liu Shi also have bitter faces all day long, frowning .Because of the message from Qiaoqing early in the morning, Mrs. Liu is at least a woman who has been in charge of the middle school for decades. Even though there is still a huge stone hanging in her heart, she orderly ordered the servants and maids in the mansion to boil hot water and prepare dry food. Clean clothes and towels.

He was also afraid that the two immature little ghosts would cause any trouble, so he sent the two of them to the nurse in the courtyard and took them to the busy market on the street.

Liu Shi and Qin Yan waited for a while in front of the Shangshu Mansion, and saw a silver-decorated carriage approaching from a distance, and the horseshoes rattled on the bluestone bricks all the way.

The door curtain was lifted, and Rou Ke snuggled up the unconscious Tangci in her arms, tightly wrapped in a snow-white and warm fox fur, with her two arms hanging down feebly, a few bloodstains were clearly visible.

Liu exclaimed, tears welled up in her eyes, and she pushed Qin Yan complainingly: "I told you earlier, why don't you go to do some work, how can a person like Hu Laiyan be so light-hearted? Do not listen……"

Qin Yan didn't respond, his cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, Liu followed his line of sight, exclaimed again, and hurriedly knelt down tremblingly to salute.

Jing Ci, who was walking behind Rou Ke, supported her, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many years, Madam is always well?"