[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The misty winter sun shines through the gaps in the clouds.

The snow on the double eaves of the verandah hall melted into water, and the snow water poured over the dead branches, and the remaining leaves were blown up by the wind and torn inch by inch.

The historian has been waiting outside the red wall for a whole night.

His status is meager, and he had no edict not to see the emperor, so he broke into the Forbidden Palace with a surge of blood, and was detained by the imperial guards before he reached the deep hall.

The new chief supervisor, Zhu Minsheng, is from the old concubine Li's palace.

He was passing by, and seeing Cheng Mudong shivering without a thick quilt, he felt pity in his heart, so he went over to talk to him more.

"Your Majesty has something important to do, Mr. Cheng should go back first."

Cheng Mu looked at Zhu Minsheng's scarlet four-claw python pattern robe.

From Changping to Dai Gao and then to Zhu Minsheng in this set of floral dresses, none of the chief supervisors in the past dynasties died well. Which one is a simple person?

"Superintendent, I have something important to tell Your Majesty. If His Majesty doesn't see me, I will stay here for a day. I would like to ask the Superintendent to intercede with His Majesty for me."

Zhu Minsheng said, "Your Majesty has business in the palace, so I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you at this time."

There are many vermilion palaces and pavilions.

The people trapped in this majestic imperial city, the living are gradually decaying, and the dead are buried deep in the ground, unable to make a sound.

Cheng Mu pursed his lips, his face turned slightly pale, and he said stubbornly, "I'm sorry to trouble the supervisor."

Zhu Minsheng saw that he didn't eat oil and salt, and sighed, "I'll give it a try when Your Majesty is free."

There are two people kneeling under the steps in the main hall.

A woman in plain clothes, the biggest official she has ever seen in her life is the county magistrate.

Now being escorted by a group of wolves and tigers in royal guards to be interrogated under the steps of the Son of Heaven, his brows and eyes are terrified, pitiful, and he dare not lift his head.

The housewife is Sanniang, the widow of Wang Shi's deceased cousin, with two children under the age of eight. Wang Shi took a lot of care of his sister-in-law who lived next door.

Ah Xiang was a thick and thick man, and he knelt down with the woman.

After all, he worked as a coachman in a powerful family like the Zhao family. Although it was the first time in his life to face the saint, he was a little more calm than ordinary people.

When the Zhao family mansion was about to collapse, Zhao Yan ordered Ah Xiang to find a distant relative of the Wang family to arrange a living, and also intended to keep his mouth shut.

After Ah Xiang arranged for the distant relatives of the Wang family and dismissed hundreds of servants of the Zhao family, the Zhao family soon questioned them.

For a while, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, and his wife also died of illness.

After A Xiang returned to his hometown in Tongzhou with his children and his life deed, he met the Sanniang family he had placed in before.

A few days later, the whole family was picked up by Liu's family and placed in the private residence of Liu's residence.

After a long time, the servants of Liu's private house treated his family thoughtfully and politely, except that they could not go out of the high-walled compound, and even invited a private school teacher for the children.

Ah Xiang knew that Liu Yanqing was an old colleague of the adults, so he should not harm their family.

He was anxious for a few days, until today when Jin Yiwei brought him into the palace, he let go of his anxiety.

This family was cleverly arranged by Liu Yanqing, avoiding Jin Yiwei's eyes and ears.

They were abandoned in the Liu family's private house and did not know that Liu Yanqing was banished from Beijing.

Chu Yu said in a deep voice, "What is your relationship with Wang Shi?"

Sanniang said timidly, "Your Majesty, Sanniang... is the widow of cousin Wang Shi, the only relative of the Wang family, and lives closer to Wang Shi. Wang Shi usually takes care of the women. She took in two nobles and died tragically, and then..."

Sanniang took a look at Axiang. When Axiang came to resettle their family, he mentioned the meaning of keeping silent.

She didn't know if she could say anything, Ah Xiang's eyes met her, and his heart was half cold.

Chu Yu looked at the two people below the steps coldly, and laughed shortly.

"I heard that there are five children in the Liu family's private house, and Jin Yiwei's knife is rusting, so it's not a bad idea to use them to sharpen the knife."

Small people like ants are not worthy of the emperor's eyes.

Chu Yu said coldly, "If there is no more truth, there is no need to say more."

Sanniang's face turned pale, and Ah Xiang was not afraid of death, but he could not implicate the five children in the family.

Finally he took Sanniang's words without hesitation, "Later, Master Zhao sent his servants to send gold and silver treasures to Tongzhou to house the distant relatives of the Wang family."

Chu Yu once suspected Zhao Yan about the Spring Hunting in Xiaozhou Mountain, but after the case was settled, Chu Yu knew exactly who caused him to be harmed.

The assassin had nothing to do with Zhao Yan, how did Zhao Yan know that he was rescued by the Wang family, and why did she send someone to settle down with the distant relatives of the Wang family, and kept it secret?

The more you delve into it, the more it becomes a cloud of mystery.

"The Zhao family announced that Zhao Yan was ill and would not come out behind closed doors, but is it true?"

Ah Xiang said, "Master Zhao is not in the Zhao family, nor is he in Xiaozhou Mountain. I really don't know where he is. I only know that the master was injured when he returned to the mansion. He claimed to be sick and closed the door to see no visitors. After the accident in the Zhao family, the master asked the slave to dismiss him." The servant of the Zhao family, and later the slave went to Tongzhou, and was taken back to the private residence of the Liu residence by Mr. Liu."

Zhao Yan is not in Zhao's house, not in Xiaozhou Mountain, where is he?

Eleven, Golden Sword, Zhao Yan.

Chu Yu closed his eyes, and finally said, "Where is his injury?"

Ah Xiang said, "I heard from Steward Zhao that the wound is on the shoulder and back, like an arrow wound."

After Ah Xiang finished speaking, there was a dead silence above his head, only a corner of the bright yellow robe was seen in front of his eyes, and the robe was embroidered with a picture of a golden dragon playing with a phoenix.

After a long time, he heard the voice of the emperor above, like a jade-hardened voice, "The women of the lower ranks raised their heads."

Sanniang tremblingly looked up, only to see the handsome and handsome brows and deep and cold eyes of the young emperor in front of the imperial book case.

The woman's almond eyes were filled with shock.

She lived not far from Wang Shi. The Wang family rescued the two of them that day, and one of them was blind.

She saw it once from a distance.

The young man who didn't like to talk helped the boy walk in the courtyard, stretched out his hand to brush away the flowers and leaves that fell on the boy's hair, his eyes were soft.

"Have you seen me?"

Sanniang closed her eyes, her heart beating like a drum.

No wonder Wang Shi's family died tragically. The Wang family was involved in the affairs of the heavenly family. After death, a group of soldiers buried their bones is a blessing from God.

"The housewives... have seen it!"

There is a beautifully bound painting in front of Chu Yu's case. In the painting, the girl has a slender waist, graceful as a fairy, and graceful as a dragon swimming.

The emperor returned to the case and took up the pen in his hand.

No one knows what kind of mood Chu Yu was in when he wrote the pen.

The emperor's vermilion imperial brush fell on the eyebrows and eyes of the beauty in the painting, and the eyebrows and eyes that were three parts glamorous and seven parts indifferent appeared on the white paper, and the tails of the eyes were slightly raised.

People say that people with this kind of eye shape have a hard life and are doomed to a lifetime of ups and downs.

Turning down the pen, carefully outline the bright red lips, the shallow outline is not enough to describe one ten-thousandth of it.

He still remembers the soft touch of those lips in the prison of Dali Temple.

Since when did you remember this face so clearly?

"How similar is she to the person who was with me at that time?"

San Niang heard the Son of Heaven ask this question.