The emperor forced my father to rebel every day

Nanny Sun followed Nan Zhi out of the palace through the side door, and the carriage arranged by the queen was already waiting outside the palace.

Nan Zhi supported Nanny Sun's hand, and when he got into the carriage, he looked back at the fish-scale armor guarding the outer palace.

She lamented that the mist in the capital and the changes in the world can't match a grain of cinnabar in the heart in the end.

When she met the emperor face to face in the palace, the emperor's eyes clearly recognized her.

She used to be smart enough to think that she was a dagger hidden in the palace that could kill the emperor at any time.

For so many years, it was my own noble hand that kept the emperor's life.

But who knows, since the day she was rescued by the queen and returned to the palace, she has been a bird in a cage and a flower in her palm.

Ah!Really funny.

The queen, the crown prince, and herself are all the emperor's love of the house.

It is because of the emperor's thoughts on his second elder brother that he has lived to this day.

Seeing the emperor's almost crazy possessiveness and infatuation towards her second elder brother, in this life, her second elder brother might not be able to walk out of that palace gate again.

Half of it is due to the emperor's domineering; what about the other half?I'm afraid that the second brother knows it in his heart.

And Marquis Wu An is just a foolish outsider.

Nan Zhi turned around, got into the carriage with Nanny Sun, and ordered: "Let's go, go to the other courtyard of Lin's Mansion."

Nanny Sun asked in the car, "What about the manuscript? Isn't Marquis Wu'an waiting for the manuscript?"

Nan Zhi lowered his body and took out a small and exquisite box from the hidden compartment carved under the carriage seat.

Open it to see, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all available.

Nanzhi spread the tissue paper on the small table, took a small lake brush, and dabbed some ink, ready to write.

Grandma Sun asked suspiciously, "What is this for?"

Nan Zhi didn't look up, and responded while writing, "Don't you want handwriting?"

"Marquis Wu An wants..." Nanny Sun lowered her voice, "What I want is that person's handwriting."

Nanzhi replied: "I'm afraid that person won't be able to write in handwriting today. I am most familiar with his handwriting. It's just a farewell letter. If he can't write it, I will write it for him."

Grandma Sun was surprised, "Yo? I didn't expect you to have such abilities."

Mammy shook her head again, "Oh, I'm also confused, if it wasn't for...you should be the noble daughter of a famous family in the capital who is asking to marry me."

Nan Zhi took a deep breath and wrote firmly, "Nam, it's all about the old calendar, don't mention it anymore. Now I'm just a maid who serves the queen and the prince. Taking good care of them is my hope for the rest of my life." .”

The nanny asked suspiciously, "What about the one in the palace?"

After finishing the last word, Nan Zhi put down the pen, picked up the tissue paper and blew on it, and said softly: "I used to think that he lived a life of being bullied in the palace, but now it seems that he is not. At least , he stayed here voluntarily. He is still alive, and I am already grateful to God. For the rest of my life, let him live as he pleases.

Nanny Sun took the letterhead, put the handwriting written by Nanzhi in it, sealed it, and replied, "Girl, you can see it. But you are right. We women don't understand what a family, a country, and a world are. , being able to choose one person to die is the greatest fulfillment in life. I can see that the Tian family treats that one very well, and it is not a grievance."

Nan Zhi nodded, "I hope so."

An hour later, the carriage stopped at the gate of the Linfu Courtyard.

The soldiers guarding the gate seemed to have waited for a long time and ran into the mansion too busy.

After a while, Yuejian walked out quickly.

With a single glance, he locked onto the little girl who was getting off the car, wearing a water-blue palace dress, and hurriedly walked towards that direction.

Nanny Sun and Nan Zhi got out of the carriage, saw Yue Jian, and bowed slightly, "I've seen Mr. Jun."

Yue Jian returned the courtesy and said: "But come to send a handwritten letter?"

Nan Zhi took out the letter paper from his sleeve, and presented it with both hands, "Please Trouble Jun Ye, present it to Lord Hou."

Yuejian took it, and replied: "Okay, okay." She glanced at Nan Zhi again, "Please trouble this little sister to thank your mother for my master."

Nan Zhi retreated in small steps, bowed his knees in salute, and nodded.

Nanny Sun helped Nan Zhi into the carriage, squinted at Yue Jian staring at Nan Zhi's back with a nympho look, and rolled her eyes.

Bang!He slammed the car door mercilessly.

Sun Nanny's voice came from inside the carriage, "Aren't you going? If you miss the time to go back, the palace gate is locked, watch your skin!"

When the coachman heard this, he threw down his whip, and the horse neighed, and galloped forward, kicking up dust all the way.

Yue Jian covered her mouth and nose, squinted her eyes and said, "Yo! This nanny is so temperamental."

It wasn't until the carriage was out of sight that Yue Jian withdrew his gaze, took a handwritten letter, and went to look for Marquis Wu'an.

"Lord Hou, Lord Hou!"

Before the person arrives, the voice speaks first.

Originally, Lin Xiao was drinking with Meng Lang in the gazebo. Hearing Yue Jian's voice, he hurriedly stood up and took down the flagon in hand in a panic.

It crackled, fell to the ground, and the wine splashed everywhere.

Lin Xiao rushed out of the gazebo, snatched it from Yue Jian's hand, took out the tissue paper from the letter with trembling fingers, unfolded it carefully, stared at the contents of the letter, and stared blankly for a long time.

After reading it back and forth three times, Lin Xiao's face turned pale with the smell of alcohol, and he asked, "Who sent the letter?"

Yue Jianhui: "It's Nanny Sun and a little maid beside the empress."

"What about people?"

"Just leave."

"Come back!"

Yue Jian: "...What is the meaning of this, Master Hou?"

There was a chill in Lin Xiao's eyes, and the moment he raised his eyes, he seemed to want to eat people, "The handwriting is correct, but the tone is wrong, this is not written by him."

"The tone..." Yue Jian took the letter from Lin Xiao, "How can you tell by the tone?"

Lin Xiaoyan: "I'm up to you! How dare you lie to fool Benhou, but Benhou wants to see who did such a unique thing! Hurry up!"

"Alas, yes!"

Yue Jian hurriedly ran out, led a fast horse outside the mansion, and chased Nan Zhi's carriage.

Lin Xiao read the handwriting again, how could the handwriting be so similar?Who exactly?

Meng Lang stayed in the gazebo without even lifting his butt.

He watched Lin Xiao flipping through the torn paper back and forth with cold eyes, drinking by himself without showing any emotion.

He restarted the altar of wine for Lin Xiao, replaced the big bowl and filled it up, and said: "Brother Yi, come, let's drink some more."

Lin Xiao scanned the handwriting with his eyes, picked up the wine that Meng Lang handed over, and drank it down in one gulp.

Meng Lang quickly filled Lin Xiao's wine bowl again.

It wasn't until there were ten bowls full that Yue Jian brought two people back to the yard.

Nan Zhi stood in front of Lin Xiao together with Nanny Sun, bowed and said, "I've seen Lord Hou, and I've seen Commander Meng."

Lin Xiao put down the wine bowl and looked sideways at the two.

Nanny Sun followed Lin Changhuan into the palace from the Lin Mansion, and he had never seen the word "dog crawling".Even if she goes back to her mother's womb and re-submits, it is impossible to imitate Nan Zhao's handwriting.

Therefore, the problem lies with Gong'e next to Nanny Sun.

Lin Xiao glanced up and down at her several times, and the more he looked at her, the more strange it became, and the more he looked at her, the more familiar it became.

Those distant memories were finally pieced together.

This Gong'e is actually her? !

Only now did he realize that the only person in the world who could imitate Nan Zhao's handwriting was Nan Zhi's own sister, Nan Zhi.

Nan Zhi has been at the Queen's place? !

Lin Xiao can't care about those incredible things now, what he doesn't understand at the moment, and what he wants to know the most is: Why? !

Why do you have to fake a handwritten letter?

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can meet once a year on the magpie bridge, why can't he even wait for a handwritten letter from his beloved!

Lin Xiao's eyes gradually sank, without a trace of hope, he pursed his lips, looked at Nan Zhi and asked, "Did you write it?"

Ever since Nan Zhi was chased back by Yue Jian, she knew that Dong Chuang's incident had happened. At this moment, she was the most powerless to argue, so she replied, "Yes!"

After a long, long time, Lin Xiao drank the wine in his hand.

He inhaled through his nose, breathing heavily, and asked again in a trembling voice, "Miss San, do you think I'm unworthy?"

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