Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

Soon it was time for the trial of Sima Li's case to begin.

Lan Ziqing got up in the early morning light, only an oil lamp was lit in the room, and through the heavy gauze curtains, the indigo bed curtains were reflected in a dim and warm atmosphere.

Lan Ziqing got out of bed to wash and dress in the dark and silently. After finishing all this, she sat on the edge of the bed and looked softly at the handsome face sleeping on the bed in the shadow of the orange lamp. There was a surge of tenderness that couldn't be restrained, and his eyes became softer.

He gently tucked the corner of the blanket for him, and when he was about to leave, he was suddenly pulled by a pair of warm hands.

Su Danchen didn't know when he woke up, half stood up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said hoarsely, "Ziqing, are you leaving?"

Lan Ziqing nodded, and hurriedly lifted the quilt to cover his exposed body, lest he catch a cold.

"But I remember that Shuntian Mansion's case has always been tried at Chenshi, and now it seems..." Looking at the gray sky outside the window, "It's not yet Maoshi."

Su Danchen looked at him in bewilderment, the light fell on his pair of sleepy and wet peach blossom eyes, which looked particularly innocent and pure.

The light and shadow in Lan Ziqing's dark eyes floated, and a deep and complex light flashed, and the dark light was fleeting, as if it was just an illusion.

Su Danchen was full of doubts when he heard him say: "I still have some important things to do, it's still early, Your Highness will sleep for a while."

As he said that, he wanted to serve him to lie down.

Su Danchen was not willing to sleep, held his hand, and looked at him nervously and worriedly with a pair of wet peach blossom eyes.

"Ziqing, Grandpa's case..."

Lan Ziqing knew that he was worried, so she squeezed his hand as if to comfort him, looked at him in the half-bright light, and said softly: "Your Highness, don't worry, I have my own way to get rid of Sima. Your lord's crime."

Su Danchen always had an inexplicable sense of dependence on Lan Ziqing. Hearing what he said now, he really felt relieved and lay down obediently to sleep.

Lan Ziqing looked at the black and thick iron chain on this man's wrist, and thought of something, her black eyes were dark and dark, and the changes were intense.

Finally, he took out the key from his pocket and put it on the pillow next to Su Danchen, gave him a deep look as if sighing, then turned and left.

After Lan Ziqing left, Su Danchen immediately opened his eyes, straightened his body, stared at the key on the pillow with wide-eyed peach blossom eyes in disbelief.

Ziqing left the key on purpose, is she trying to let me go?

His heart started pounding immediately. He had been shackled for the past two days, and his wrists were sore and sore. It was extremely uncomfortable.

Agitated, when Su Danchen picked up the key, he accidentally grabbed the pillow along with it, revealing a touch of red under the pillow.

This is……

On Xiziqing, the sympathy knot he gave Ziqing.

Su Danchen stared blankly at the sympathetic knot in his hand which was carefully kept.

The past suddenly came to mind.

He remembered that after he got it from a fortune teller, he soon lost his freshness. He thought it was a burden, so he gave this humble gadget to Ziqing, and said something to wish him and his sweetheart forever. , a happy marriage for a hundred years.

When Ziqing took it, her expression was abnormal, her wrist trembled slightly, her eyes were deep and deep, she stared at herself, and said word by word, the minister and the person in his heart will be united forever, and they will be together for a hundred years.

At that time, he only thought it was strange, it was just an inconspicuous gadget, so it was not worth his attention.

Now that the two of them have gone through all kinds of things, and seeing this old object that was treasured like a treasure, they understand the depth of affection in his words that day.

Su Danchen felt his eyes wet.

"Ziqing..."

He was so eager to untie the shackles that imprisoned him before, but now that the key is in front of him, he doesn't even look at it anymore, only the dark red remains in his eyes and heart.

Only Lan Ziqing's deep affection is left.

Su Danchen's eyes were red, and his heart was numb, sore and swollen.

If only being locked by his side can make him feel at ease and happy, then what does it matter if he is locked here for the rest of his life?

The case of Sima Li's poisoning of the fifteenth prince soon became clear under the methodical trial of the presiding officer Lan Ziqing.

The truth surprised everyone. It was not Lord Sima who poisoned the fifteenth prince, but Deputy Censor of the Zuodu, who was also Li Jianshu, the empress's cousin and the little prince's cousin.The purpose is to frame the Sima clan.

It turned out that the maid next to Concubine Li was originally a maid in Chao Taishi's mansion. She was originally sent to the palace to serve the empress, but she went to Chenxia Palace somehow. The maid thought of the old master's kindness and hated the Sima clan deeply. , has been lurking beside Concubine Li Gui looking for opportunities to harm others.

After Li Jianshu found out, he used her to poison the plum cake sent by Master Sima, and designed to frame the Sima clan.

Now that Lan Ziqing found out, the maid couldn't stand the heavy punishment and confessed completely, she vomited cleanly, and even took out the letters that Li Jianshu secretly plotted with her.

Li Jianshu yelled that he was wronged, insisted that the letter was fake, and insisted on verifying it in court.

Unexpectedly, several handwriting appraisers changed in a row, and they all respectfully replied that this is indeed Mr. Li's own handwriting.

Li Jianshu's face turned pale instantly.

There are all the witnesses and material evidence, even if Li Jianshu refused to admit it to death, it would be of no avail to yell that he was wronged.

When being escorted down, Li Jianshu suddenly came to his senses, staring angrily, pointed at the elegant and dusty person in the hall with trembling fingers, spit out a big mouthful of blood, and said in a mournful and desperate voice, gnashing his teeth: "Lan Xiang... ...You are so cruel... Even if I am a ghost, I will haunt you... Hahahaha..."

The maniacal laughter was getting lower and lower.

There was a slight sneer between Lan Ziqing's cold brows.

For the rest of the people, those who should be sentenced to death were sentenced to death, and those who should be acquitted were acquitted, and they knocked down the gavel in less than half a stick of incense.

The attendants who were watching were the first to say goodbye, mounted their horses and ran all the way back to the palace to inform Emperor Yang of the outcome of the case.

After the rest thanked Lan Ziqing with tears of gratitude, they dispersed in shock.

Lan Ziqing stopped Sima Li alone.

Sima Li looked at the purple-robed Prime Minister with complex old eyes, and bowed his hands deeply, "I will always remember Lan's kindness to my Sima Nine Clan."

Lan Ziqing squeezed her icy fingers, and her black eyes gave him a faint look.An indifferent and elegant voice sounded slowly, "Lord Sima, don't forget what you promised the truth in prison this morning."

Sima Li froze.

After being numb for a long time, he sighed deeply, bowed his hands to him with a sallow face, and left sadly.

Reflected in the morning light, that shambling figure was indescribably old.

Lan Ziqing withdrew his gaze indifferently, looked at the sun, and thought that that person should have woken up.

Must have been anxiously waiting in the room.

Lan Ziqing pursed her lips lightly, her eyes softened, and she walked outside.

The Zijin official sedan chair came to Xiang's mansion smoothly all the way. As soon as Lan Ziqing got out of the sedan chair, the young man in the mansion, Ah San, came up to meet him. He wanted to see him but didn't dare to look at him.

"Your Highness is up?"

Lan Ziqing raised her foot and stepped across the threshold.

"Woke up……"

Ah San lowered her head and twisted her sleeves.

Lan Ziqing gave a faint "En", stopped in front of the door, and asked again: "Have you brought breakfast?"

"No, not yet..."

Lan Ziqing frowned, and was about to reprimand when he heard the person beside him hesitantly say: "Mr. Lan... His Highness the Third Prince has left the Prime Minister's residence..."

Lan Ziqing immediately froze in place.