Quickly wear it as your sister's body

Capital, prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

Two guards in bright armor stood stiffly at the door of the prison, shrunken a little due to the too cold weather-presumably the superiors would not come to inspect in such a wind and snow, and it seemed that a little slack would not matter.

The snow fell very early this year. Yanjing is located in the north of Dazhou. It has been getting colder every day recently, and heavy snow can always accumulate a thick layer on the road overnight.The knife-like north wind lingering cut people's faces, no matter whether they were high-ranking officials or ordinary people in the capital, as long as they had some ways, they would not want to go out in this weather.

However, the Yamen of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, who had always been so cold and so cold that people walked around, welcomed a special guest today.

The high-quality horseshoe knocked on the slate and made a rhythmic crisp sound, and the taller of the two looked at the source of the sound, and then quickly slapped the shoulder of the colleague next to him: "Wake up! It looks like a nobleman is coming."

The short man trembled and stood up with the spear in his hand in a hurry, then he remembered wondering: "How do you know... no, who can pick this day, let alone a newcomer sent...?"

Their big prison is not ordinary, it is separated from the yamen of the Ministry of Punishment. Ordinary people have no right to go in. The prisons are either for the treacherous and the evil or for the loyal and the good—other than that, or you If you have an extraordinary identity, that's fine too. Powerful officials and relatives can't be crowded in the same prison with grassroots people, right?

His question was not answered, and the ebony carriage, which looked quite simple but was full of luxury in the eyes of discerning people, was obviously unhurried, and it had already arrived at the prison door in a short while. He was as straight as a javelin in his hand, and his eyes were fixed and staring straight ahead.

"Hey...Princess, please slow down..."

As soon as the intricately embroidered car curtain was lifted, a maidservant in plain clothes jumped down lightly and helped a noble lady who was wrapped in thick velvet. Then, with a wave of her hand, the brass token was handed over to the guards .

The two of them didn't look up at all, they just moved out of the way silently, and when the two visitors' footsteps gradually moved away, they looked at each other and sighed softly.

It is the brand of Wenyuanhou Mansion.

"It can be regarded as someone coming..."

The tall man stared back at his colleague's sigh: "If you chew the tongue behind your back, you won't be afraid of losing your fortune."

No matter how it looks outside, the Eldest Princess Yongning straightened her back and walked in the seemingly endless corridor with her personal maid Lianxiang. The dim candlelight danced on her delicate face, which made her feel a little sad for no reason. and sad.

"Princess..." Lianxiang looked at her face, and wanted to persuade her, but his heart was bitter, his mouth, which was always the most eloquent, suddenly froze, and finally he could only sigh, and suppressed his voice.

The Eldest Princess' face was fixed, and she looked carefully, but she couldn't see any sadness or joy.

At the end of the road, there is a narrow prison cell separated by itself. The small iron window is cast on a high place, letting in a little precious sunlight. The floor is covered with a thin layer of straw, and a young man sits cross-legged On the ground, in this cold weather, he was only wearing single clothes, his eyes were slightly closed, his handsome face was calm, but he looked really haggard, and seemed to be paler than the shirt on his body.

But even so, he still kept his shoulders straight, with a calm and elegant demeanor lingering around him, like a pine tree still standing strong in the wind and rain.

"..." The eldest princess choked for a moment, but she couldn't hold it back after all. She clasped her hands tightly on the cold railing and called out: "Fengzhou..."

She felt very uncomfortable in her heart. Seeing the child's downfall now always made her feel as sad as being stabbed in the heart by a sharp knife. Although there is no real blood relationship between them, they have been in love with each other for so many years.Even though she always kept the etiquette and was never too intimate, she always loved this "son" from the bottom of her heart.

Su Huaijin seemed to be taken aback for a moment, her eyelashes fluttered open, and met the pair of Jianshuiqiu pupils outside the prison door.

"Mother." He called out in a daze, got up quickly, raised his hand to grab the princess's hand on the railing, but retreated, and tidied up his appearance helplessly, "Why are you here? "

It is just useless work to say tidying up. Anyone can see the thick black under his eyes and the faintly visible scars on his collar and cuffs. No less suffering.

Princess Yongning let out a long sigh, and actually reached in and touched his forehead lovingly: "It's like this, why do you still abide by those rules... It's so shady in this prison, I brought you a heater , warm up your hands."

She noticed that the child's forehead was obviously hot - it was not surprising at all. Although she was not very clear about the methods used to torture prisoners in the prison this day, she could still think of one or two things. Well, Fengzhou was not one of those warriors with very healthy bones, so how could he stand such a torment.

Not to mention... the pain in his heart must be worse than his body, right?

Lianxiang next to him lifted the lid of the food box in his hand, and took out a small and exquisite stove, which happened to pass through the small gap between the iron bars. Su Huaijin smiled lightly, and reached out to take it. The past, well-behaved in his arms.

He didn't want to spoil his mother's wishes, and besides, he really needed such a thing now, otherwise he might not be able to wait until the day when the Holy One bestowed the poisoned wine.

Fortunately... neither the Marquis of Wenyuan's Mansion nor the Princess' Mansion has been implicated by him.

Lianxiang took out some moisture-resistant leather and spread it on the ground—it's a pity that there was no way to keep it for the young master—the eldest princess simply sat on the floor and together with her prepared a plate of snacks in the box. It was sent in through the partition, and there was even a small pot of Yubingyao with a faint aroma inside.

Su Huaijin took them one by one, reluctantly put a piece of bamboo shoots in his mouth, and put down his chopsticks. He really didn't have any appetite now. Although what was in front of him were all the things he usually liked to eat, but he was bored, but he couldn't even eat any of them. go down.

Yongning looked at him, and suddenly said: "Your father... Lord Hou... He, he wanted to see you."

"You don't have to be like this," Su Huaijin smiled bitterly, and poured herself a small cup of wine, "Father must hate me for insulting the family tradition. It is indeed my fault that I caused so many troubles this time."

"Then how can I blame you," the eldest princess twisted up the veil angrily, "That little bastard Zhou Lan..."

Su Huaijin stopped her with a voice: "Mother."

The cell fell silent for a while, and after a while, Su Huaijin drank the sake in his hand.

His body was in pain. Although the whip wound he received when he first arrived the day before yesterday had healed somewhat, he had not received a good diagnosis and treatment in this prison that lacked clothing and medicine. It was hot, and my mind was so dizzy that I accidentally woke up.

He never thought that he would have such a miserable day.

At that time, Shi Wushuang, the son of the Su family, was famous not only in the capital, but also in the whole world. Su Fengzhou was able to write poetry at the age of five and literature at the age of seven. Gao Men Gui Di and that handsome face who throws fruity carts as soon as they go out, long before the palace examination, people often talk about the flattery of the first talented scholar of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the threshold of Wen Yuanhou's mansion is almost overwhelmed. After breaking through, it is said that the young master has a bright future, and I am afraid that he will be the first Wenqu star in the past three weeks.

In fact, in the official circles of the Great Zhou Dynasty, generally the higher the position and weight, the less likely it is that their nephews who participated in the imperial examinations will not get too high rankings. Some high-ranking officials will even ask their colleagues to rank their children behind — just because they are afraid of being blocked. There are many mouths in the world.The literati of the Great Zhou Dynasty were so powerful that even the emperor was afraid. In the imperial examinations where the scholars were staring at each other, there was no official who was not afraid of being stigmatized by favoritism and fraud.

If I am not careful, I am afraid that even my official career will be affected.

But he, Su Huaijin, is very high-profile - there is a reason for this, Master Su has been a well-known talent since he was the number one scholar when he was young, and when his eldest son began to enlighten, he has never stopped being praised since he was a child prodigy.In the twelfth year of Su Huaijin's year, he took the character to take part in the college examination, and even joined the county, prefecture, and Dao primary school, and it became popular all over the world for a while.

As a result, unexpected events happened, Mrs. Wen Yuanhou and Liu Shi, the biological mother of the two young masters of the Hou family, passed away suddenly.

Mr. Su fulfilled his filial piety and had to keep his filial piety for three years. Although everyone was a little sorry, they didn't take it seriously. Anyway, he was still very young. Even after three years, normal peers would still be children. Try hard.

As everyone expected, Su Huaijin's poems and articles have been tirelessly brushing up the sense of existence in the past three years, and it is very obvious that after precipitation, they have been upgraded to a higher level, which can be called everyone's demeanor.

When Su Gongzi was 15 years old, the ban was lifted, and he continued all the way to the first place and the Huiyuan. The literati who had heard his deeds for many years had been numb by this little freak. Everyone was eagerly looking forward to the imperial examination. What an accident, the name of "Su Liusong" was even spread to the rivers and lakes by troublemakers early on.

You must know that the peak of literary power is a good omen for the literati in the whole country. If there are really six solid pieces, it means that the blessing of the current Wenqu star is a good sign for the prosperity of the country.

But everyone is so excited, thinking that this prince of the Xiangfu's failure to win the first prize is simply someone cheating for personal gain, and even bought firecrackers to celebrate, but the little emperor in the palace still can't understand the twists and turns of the literati's ideas. I saw Guang Feng Jiyue's "Su Wu Poems" and was very amazed. With a joke that "Qing has the talent of the number one scholar, but it is more suitable to explore the elegance of flowers", with a wave of the imperial pen, the rankings set by the great scholars were completely changed. height.

So the myth came to an abrupt end, and the good story that was destined to be recorded in the annals of history was cut off by the emperor lightly, with a reason that seemed even frivolous to the point of absurdity.

It was as if I had been hungry for three days and had longed to eat a big meal, and the old gourmets who were even ready for the endgame were fed a mouthful of hot food.

However, His Majesty the Emperor, who forcibly fed the most offending pens, didn't realize it. He looked at the ugly faces of all the veterans and was even a little complacent—the little emperor who had just taken power was eager to show his power, but he chose one who was not A very clever moment, and finally self-defeating.

——Just like Su Huaijin's life, when everything was going well, it always came to an abrupt end in such an unexpected way.

However, at that time, Su Huaijin, who had just reached the age of hair, did not think so much. Although he passed by the six famous names of the past and the present, apart from regret, he did not feel much sadness ——Those arguments about monarchs and ministers have been instilled by his father and Princess Yongning since he was a child. The so-called monarch is not joking, and the emperor's decision-making is not something he is qualified to question.

With such a mentality, Su Tanhua happily entered the Hanlin Academy after the Qionglin Banquet. It was there that he met the doom that later ruined his life—the emperor's closest brother, King An Zhoulan.