It's hard for the queen of intelligence

"Since I called my aunt, the Holy Majesty will listen to my aunt, right?"

Staring at the wrist held by Jingyu, Lu Fusang raised his eyes to look at Dongzang, and then said in a low voice: "Since Fusang wishes to call the old man aunt, it shows what Fusang means..."

"Since the Holy Majesty answered 'yes', that old man is ready to make a claim." Looking down at Song Yun, Jingyu pushed him to the ground, then turned to look in the direction where Lu Fusang raised his head, "That girl, come here Remember!"

"This..." Dongzang knelt in front of Lu Fusang with a 'plop', "Your Majesty, my brother is ignorant, so he offended His Majesty, I beg His Majesty to spare him the death penalty! Dongzang is willing to die..."

"By your body? Isn't your life all from the royal family? Since you have become a deep palace man, why bother to worry about the affairs of the nobles." Jingyu sneered, "Why don't you come here and write down the decree!"

"My lord—" He glanced at Jingyu with disgust, and Dongzang was full of doubts.She has been in the palace for many years, except for the first emperor, she has never seen such a person getting along with the Holy One.

Realizing that his hand was being held by someone, Lu Fusang took a deep breath: "Dongzang... just follow what my aunt said..."

"Yes... Your Majesty..." Dongzang gave Jingyu a hard look, got up and took his pen and ink aside, "Auntie, please speak!"

"Heh... I didn't expect that among the girls who climbed to the aunt's seat in the palace, there are still gentlemen... And relax, the old man will only punish the Song family slightly, and will not hurt the foundation of the Song family..." After saying that, Jingyu seemed With a smile, he let go of Lu Fusang's hand, and whispered, "Because the Song family used the treasury silver for private use, anyone with an official position in the court will be fined for half a year, and the fined money will be used for disaster relief...and..."

Jingyu's elongated voice made everyone in the hall break into a cold sweat.And Dongzang's ink pen was also a little unsteady.

The woman on the couch is so cruel!

Although the Song family is one of the five surnames in Chen Guo, it is not as deep-rooted as the other four surnames.The Song family gained a foothold in the court, mostly relying on the shade of their ancestors.Even though the Song family has many sons who are determined to shine in the family in recent years, most people with the surname Song survive on their salaries...

As for the private use of treasury silver... The Song family has the authority to privately use the treasury silver. If you break your fingers, it is only Song Yun and your mother... Ku Yin is just a pretext. What the person on the couch wants is nothing more than Use the hands of the Song family to get rid of the people of the Song family...

"Didn't my aunt come here with my brother?" Looking at Song Yun who was still kneeling on the ground, and then at the woman who was staring at the king, Dongzang frowned.She didn't want to push Song Yun in front of others, but...the Song family can't be destroyed by her hands.

"Xu'er—" Dongzang opened his mouth, and Song Yun, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the woman who spoke in disbelief.

When Dong Zang heard Song Yun calling himself 'Xu'er', his mind was buzzing.Kneeling in front of him was his elder brother, a playmate with whom he played in the Song family... But... so what?Haven't you tried your best?

"Since brother has done something wrong, he should know that he has to bear the consequences of his mistake. If brother admits his mistake at this time, His Majesty can forgive him!"

Dongzang lowered her head, holding back the tears that welled up in her eyes, she never thought that it would be her elder brother who plotted against the Holy One, obviously he is about to become the emperor's wife, right?

"Hehehe... Song Xu? It's rare that the Song family here still has a clear understanding. The old man and your Song family are old friends, and owed your Song family a kindness 20 years ago..." Nodding in satisfaction, Jing Yu's tone suddenly turned cold, "But, do you know that there is someone beside you who has already said that he is disrespectful in front of the palace and is willing to be buried in the Song family... Such an old man will be in trouble..."

"Auntie, please forgive me..." Seeing the old woman's eyes flashing, Lu Fusang lightly interrupted what Jingyu was about to say, "Song Gu is already the emperor's husband appointed by the imperial sister, and there is no room for mistakes...cough cough cough ..."

"Hehe..." Lu Fusang's words successfully intercepted Jingyu's thought of killing the two people in front of him, "Since he is the imperial concubine appointed by His Royal Highness Sui Wang, the old man will not say much, but the old man has not yet said anything. After finishing speaking...the Holy Majesty is seriously ill now, it is really inappropriate to have people with ulterior motives by his side..."

"Hmm..." Lu Fusang slightly closed his eyes when he heard the sound, but he didn't want to start a conversation with Jingyu.

Seeing that Lu Fusang didn't want to talk to him, Jingyu wasn't embarrassed either, and turned his back on the guest, using the words of the ruler of the country: "Dongzang, please note that I am sympathetic to the people's sentiments. Because of the many disasters recently, the emperor's husband's gift is always the same. Three years later..."

"Auntie, killing the king is just three years of marriage, it's too light—" Before Jingyu finished speaking, Song Gu had already stood in front of Lu Fusang's bed.

"Is it light?" Jingyu glanced at Song Yun's face with half-closed eyes, "Just look at Song Yun's face, and you will know whether it is light or heavy...Silly boy, you are still too immature...Killing is just a nod If you can't cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, you can only let him suffer..."

"□□?" Song Gu wanted to continue asking, but saw several women in palace attire appearing at the entrance of the hall.

"Holy!"

Dongzang pursed his lips tightly when he saw Chunying, Xiahe and Qiushou who had just started.

"Let's prepare dinner for the autumn harvest, Xia He quickly took the imperial husband out of the palace, Dongzang and prepared the decree... The widow and my aunt still have a few words to say..." Lu Fusang didn't open his eyes, but said indifferently Explain to those who entered the temple what they should do.

"Yes, my lord."

Looking at the people in the hall stepping out of the hall one by one, Jingyu's eyes became warmer and warmer.

"It seems that the ruler of Sonny has done a good job these years."

"You're joking, Aunt Huang." Hearing the sound of the palace door being slowly closed, Lu Fusang slowly opened his eyes.

Um?Auntie?It turned out that the old woman who accompanied me to see the flowers was also surnamed Lu...

Seeing that the expression of the old woman in the hall had eased, Lu Fufeng knew that the current crisis was over.Laughing lightly, he got up from the roof, and Lu Fufeng raised his feet to look for Cui Jing who had just been thrown in the palace.She still has work to do to find Cui Jing, but she seems to have left Cui Jing in an extremely remote courtyard just now...

Hearing Lu Fusang calling 'Emperor Aunt', Jingyu looked sideways at Lu Fusang: "Hehehe... I guessed the identity of the old man so quickly. I just mentioned it to you..."

"Since Aunt Huang has already said the word 'Jingyu', why do you need to say more?" Lu Fusang smiled as he recalled the memorial tablet engraved with the word 'Lu Jingyu' in the ancestral temple for a moment.

"Are you talking too much? Actually, this old man wanted to get rid of the Holy One today..." Jing Yu slowly held Lu Fusang's wrist with one hand, "I want the Holy One to know what I mean."

"Then why not get rid of it?" Without the slightest embarrassment of being discovered, Lu Fusang calmly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and threw it on the ground, "Cough cough cough... If the imperial aunt hadn't shot just now, Yun'er would be a dagger by now. corpses lying on the ground."

"Really? If Yun'er dies, Sang'er's life may not survive tonight..." Thinking of Song Yun's eyes when he was grabbed, Jingyu couldn't help feeling a little regretful. This is worse after all.

make it through tonight?

"Hehe..." Jingyu's words made Lu Fusang almost burst into tears, "Even if we survive tonight, Fusang will not live for a few more days? Aunt Huang said, people who are about to die don't care about these things. day"

Listening to Lu Fusang's muttering, Jingyu seemed to have seen the scene where she was sitting in front of Lu Fusang's mother, her imperial sister, who was ill a few years ago.At that time, her tablet had been placed in the ancestral temple for decades, but she herself had been in the palace for decades.

"Don't you mind? Then why doesn't Sonny entrust this country to Yun'er? Although he is not a tough person, he can barely take on the big responsibility."

Jingyu looked into Lu Fusang's eyes quietly.

"He is not a descendant of the Lu family."

Meeting Jingyu's gaze, Lu Fusang pursed his lips and uttered a few words coolly.

"Really?" Looking at the struggle in Lu Fusang's eyes, Jingyu took a deep breath, "Sang'er should know that the throne of Sang'er should belong to the old man."

"Hehe... old body... my aunt is only forty years old, won't she pretend to be old and regret her life?" Hearing Jingyu's sigh, Lu Fusang suddenly remembered the letter that Guo Huangfu wrote to Fufeng before his death to comfort him.She knew that Guo Huangfu had nothing to do with the woman in front of her, but she still remembered that Guo Huangfu faintly hinted at Fufeng in the letter that her mother was not the queen mother, but the queen mother's sister, Prince Jing.

"Regret for life?" Jingyu's train of thought seemed to be interrupted by Lu Fusang, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Lu Fusang's neck, "What do you know?"

"Ahem..." Realizing that Jingyu had stuck his neck, Lu Fusang experienced the two realms of life and death for the second time.However, this time she was not as flustered as she was when Fufeng was stuck last time, "It depends on what Aunt Huang knows..."

Yun Danfeng's light smile ignited the hatred in Jingyu's heart: "Aunt Huang only knows that Song Yun's surname is not Song!"

"Hehehe... so the emperor also knows that Song Yun's surname is Lu..." I only found out that my surname was 'Song' and not 'Lu' when my father committed suicide in the beam of the room.And Song Yun, the son who accompanied him every day, was the heir of the mother and father.As for who his mother is, who knows?According to Song Yun's theory of losing his father since childhood, his father should have died long ago.Thinking that Song Yun's father was originally surnamed Song, Lu Fusang couldn't help but find it funny that he was just an illegitimate child, yet he was able to climb to the top of thousands of people and endure for so many years.She has always indulged the Song family, not only because the Song family is kind to her, but also because she is a member of the Song family.

But how could she have expected that the Song family would use her as a pawn to open the way for a baby boy from the Lu family!Foolish loyalty mixed with aristocratic power struggle is too ridiculous!

"You have been occupying the magpie's nest for too long, Sonny... This throne belongs to the emperor's aunt." Seeing a faint smile on Lu Fusang's lips, Jing Yu immediately let go of her hand—she didn't like the idea of ​​seeking death. people.

Realizing that Jingyu had let go of his hand, Lu Fusang's smile widened a bit.Instead of handing over the throne to Song Yun, she would rather hand over the throne to the woman in front of her. "Does the aunt want this seat? The mother's suicide note is still in the widow's study...cough cough..."