Pick all the cold branches

It never occurred to Tong Qian that the news of Xiao Hengwu's escape would be specially summoned by Ankang County Wang Jiayu to personally explain the news.

His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince said three words:

Go with the people from East Factory.

Don't let Lu Shiquan catch her.

Don't bring her back either.

Tong Qian thought about it and asked, "Do you know that you don't need to report to the prince first?"

The Fourth Highness had a sharp smile that was not a smile, his face was weak and pale due to perennial illness, coupled with the picturesque eyebrows that resembled the concubine Wan Gui, he looked even more ghostly.

"You go to report now, what are you going to report with your second brother?"

So Tong Qian was so frightened that he turned around and ran outside, picked up Yuqing, and the two of them caught up with the Dongchang fans sent by Lu Shiquan, tossing and tossing in the mountains until late at night, and then came back disheveled.

The torch raised on the mountain road looks like a dragon flying in the night sky from afar.

Tong Qian and Yu Qing stood under the Grand Hall, looking at King Jing Jiafei who was standing with his hands behind his back.

The whole day, the prince has been standing like this, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

Or, I'm afraid I've already thought of everything.

Tong Qian subconsciously took a step forward, cupped his hands and called out: "My lord..." But he froze again.

It's hard to tell.

At that moment, Tong Qian didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't deny it, and his heart was flustered.

Anyone who can enter Jinyiwei has no real ability and has never seen a real battle, so it is impossible.

For many years, Tong Qian thought that he had handled secret cases, went to the killing field, and survived life and death situations. He had long been used to the big storms, not to mention killing people, even killing women and children.

But just today, just now, he saw with his own eyes an unarmed young girl being chased up a cliff by dozens of Dongchang fans in the wilderness, and just when he thought she might not be able to hold on anymore She would kneel down and beg for mercy, and even started looking for an opportunity to kill her, but she suddenly sneered and jumped off the cliff.

There is no time to stop it.Not even screaming.

Tongqian had seen servants who were crying and rolling, women who were shivering, and wives who committed suicide in despair, but he had never seen a woman so brave.

That last sneer seemed to be mocking, mocking those who persecuted her, mocking these incompetent men, like a sharp knife, piercing hard into her heart.

And this knife was actually stabbed by a girl who was not as good as double ten.A young girl he would have killed.

This Xiao Xiuniang is a member of His Highness the Fourth Prince.

Why did she run away?And why die?

How much does Fourth Highness know about her death?How much does the prince know?

How should he tell the lord...how exactly should he say it so that he wouldn't go wrong?

Tong Qian stood with his head bowed, his hands and feet were at a loss, and he was dripping with cold sweat.

Yu Qing on the side had long been unable to conceal her indignation.

"They forced Miss Xiao to death! These dogs and eunuchs!"

The boy's voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clenched fists were bulging with veins.

Hearing the sound, Jing Wang Jiafei finally turned around.

The lights in the main hall were no brighter than the palace, and when they fell on the sculpted face, the shadows became deeper and deeper.

"Where's Lu Shiquan?" His Highness Prince Jing asked in a low voice.

"It's just outside the hall." Tong Qian dared not utter a sigh of relief.

Jiafei nodded slightly, "Let him in."

"My lord—" Tong Qian hesitated to speak, feeling that the rain was about to come.

"Oh, that's right." His Highness Prince Jing raised the corners of his lips suddenly, "After all, he is an old man in front of my father and has important duties for the palace. It would be better for me to see him." With wide sleeves, he strode out of the hall.

Outside the main hall, the raging torches have already reflected the corner of the sky into a magnificent purple.

Lu Shiquan, the chief eunuch of the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau, bowed his hands and stood down the steps, with a humble posture and sharp eyes.

Just now, a pawn he had carefully placed died.The opponent is someone he can't afford to provoke.

The Jiangnan Weaving Bureau has three major embroidery workshops under the jurisdiction of Suzhou, Hangzhou and Ningxia. They are responsible for supplying hundreds of thousands of pieces of silk embroidery to Beijing University and handing over millions of taels of revenue to the national treasury every year.To do things, it is natural to employ people, and to employ people, it is natural to need money.

It is impossible for the imperial court to spend all the money allocated by the imperial court to buy raw silk and hire weaving and embroidery workers, but whoever has passed through the hands has not plucked the feathers?It is Chen Shiqin who is in the hands of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, the most popular person in front of His Majesty the Emperor, has he not taken what should be taken or not?

However, the demand in the palace is only a little more every year.Except for the annual supply and the share of foreign trade, when the Long Live Lord is happy, rewarding [-] horses to this family and [-] horses to that family is commonplace.

To weave enough silk without asking for more silver from the Holy One, there is no other way but to squeeze the people below.

Even though he, Lu Shiquan, got some benefits from being in it, he was nothing compared to officials at all levels, or even to put it bluntly, compared to his good brother Chen Shiqin who was beside the emperor.

Besides, shouldn't he take it?

Since the day they entered the palace, these slaves were not really considered as "people". For decades in the south of the Yangtze River, they have dedicated themselves to the palace and His Majesty. Why shouldn't he take it?

But now, the Holy Majesty has sent someone to investigate him.

Not only did they send people from Dongchang, but they also sent the prince.

As a servant, there is only one sky above his head, and there is no second way of retreat. Even if he seeks a little benefit for himself, his heart is still loyal.Why can't the Holy One understand it?Are you going to check on him?

If we really want to investigate, we should start with Chen Shiqin. Why do we hold on to a mere Jiangnan Weaving Bureau?

Heh, he was afraid that His Majesty the Emperor wanted to investigate Chen Shiqin, but he couldn't, so he hit him with a stick first, and waited to hear what sound he could make.

If the king wants his ministers to die, there is no way for them to escape, let alone these slaves who are not even as good as their ministers.But he, Lu Shiquan, didn't want to die yet.

The embroiderer, Xiao Hengwu, was originally the eyeliner he wanted to put next to the two princes, but a woman really deserved to be a woman, and once she got attached to a nobleman, she immediately rebelled.He didn't expect it at first.

He just didn't expect that this little girl died so simply.

Such a drama about abandoning a child and escaping from trouble, who wrote it?

Is it Prince Jing who led the soldiers and horses of the Governor's Mansion to put him in front of his face after returning from the great victory in the Northern Xinjiang?

Or the little county king who seems weak, unruly and willful, but actually has a meticulous mind and a deep city?

Maybe he underestimated these two Highnesses.

But he hasn't lost yet.

He still has a fresh bargaining chip in his hand, which can make His Royal Highness King Jing's blood seal his throat even more than a mere embroidered lady!