The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The snow is a bit big, mixed with raindrops, and it falls down.

The wind was more violent and the vegetation shook wildly.

The originally bright sky seemed to become a cloud of thick ink, and the flow changed into color.

Jiang Si opened the window, letting the wind blow in and raised his snow fox fur cloak, staring at the black sky and the rain and snow.

At this time in her previous life, she was already far away in southern Xinjiang. Only by personal experience did she know that the winter solstice in Jingming's nineteenth year was actually like this.

It's not surprising that the wind and snow are heavy. What's peculiar is that this suddenly night sky, no wonder so many things happen in the palace on Cuiluo Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing.

Slight footsteps approached.

"Master, the wind is strong by the window, beware of cold." Aman stretched out his hand and closed the window, shutting the wind out.

Jiang Si turned around and walked to the table.

Ah Qiao immediately handed over the hot tea that had been prepared.

Jiang Si took it, warming her hands that were blown by the wind.

"Master, are you worried about the prince?" Aman asked outright.

Jiang Si held the hot tea and said nothing.

Ah Man hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, the prince won't be able to freeze. I think the prince lives in everything is complete, and the earth dragon is burned."

"Well, when the wind and snow stop, let someone send some mutton soup to the prince." Jiang Si took a sip of hot tea and put his hand on his belly.

The fetus is less than three months old, and the lower abdomen is still very flat, but she can already feel the existence of that little life.

Jiang Si occasionally thinks that this child seems to have arrived too early.

The storms of the Great Zhou Dynasty have just begun, and those **** and cruelty are still hidden under the veil of warmth and happiness, and it will be more and more difficult after that.

For at least these three or four years, people in the vortex of the royal family should not think about living a stable life.

Thinking this way, I feel very sorry for this child.

Although Jiang Si did not speak, A Qiao and A Man still felt the heavy heart of the master.

The two looked at each other.

"Oh, does the little master miss his father?" Aman leaned over, deliberately making Jiang feel happy.

Jiang Si retracted his thoughts and smiled.

The maid guarding the door reported: "Aunt Dou Biao is here."

"please come in."

The thick cotton curtain was lifted, and Dou Shu, who was dressed plainly, walked in.

"How does the princess feel today, do you still feel sick?" Dou Shuwan walked over with a smile, holding a small basket in his hand.

Seeing Dou Shuwan, Jiang Si's mouth smiled a little, and said: "It's windy and snowy outside, why is my cousin here at this time?"

After living in the palace for more than two months, the two of them were familiar with each other since they had lost the initial strangeness.

Jiang Si doesn't have much thoughts about getting along with people. He holds the attitude of not having too many cups of wine for every confidant and not opportunistic.

Contribute to friendship, and don’t waste time perfunctory.

Dou Shuwan is steady, knowledgeable, yet intelligent, and feels comfortable with him.

"It's better to come to the princess to chat and do work if you stay alone in the house." Dou Shuwan took out the needle and thread from the small basket and began to embroider the shoe upper.

There is already a finished tiger-toed shoe in the small basket.

Jiang Si picked up the tiger-toed shoe and felt extremely cute. He praised: "My cousin is good at craftsmanship. But today, it's dark outside and the light is not good. Let me talk to me. It hurts my eyes carefully."

Ah Qiao has flexible eyebrows and lights up a few lights after hearing this.

The room suddenly lit up.

"Get used to it, it won't get in the way." Dou Shuwan's men kept talking, and Jiang Si had nothing to say, and his expression was peaceful.

Jiang Si then eased his mood in such a comfortable and peaceful atmosphere.

The ink cloud covering the sky and the sun seemed to slowly move from the city to the outskirts of the city. The sky on Cuiluo Mountain was darker than the city.

When the palace was arguing, it suddenly fell into darkness.

The screams of dancing girls, the clashing of cups and lanterns, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, all kinds of sounds interweave in the environment where they can't see things suddenly, bringing panic to people in the dark.

The imperial guards standing in the corner quietly stepped forward and surrounded Emperor Jingming in the middle.

Even in the darkness, these one-in-a-million guards can instantly respond instinctively to protect the emperor.

As for the others, of course they are asking for more blessings.

"Hurry up and hold the light!" I don't know who shouted loudly.

It was originally the day, and there were large windows in the hall, without a lamp.

There was a rustle, and finally a light came on.

Everyone can finally barely see each other's faces.

Among them, Zhen Shicheng's face was solemn, as if he had a premonition.

"Emperor, are you okay?" Numerous concerned voices sounded, covering up other movements.

The lights came on one after another, and the hall was restored to light.

Emperor Jingming sat in the same place and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The officials looked relieved.

If something happens to the emperor, then the day of Da Zhou will really change, and they will die.

The emperor is fine if nothing is wrong, and nothing is fine.

When everyone breathed a sigh of relief, an exclamation sounded.

Emperor Jingming frowned and looked over.

County King Kang looked at the ground in a panic, his voice trembling: "An, County King An—"

Everyone noticed that there was a person lying on the ground not far from King Kang, and the closer they saw it was King An.

At this time, King An was lying motionless on the ground, with a blood hole in his heart, and the blood slowly spread out from under his body, drowning a dagger falling on his side.

The crowd couldn't help but be in an uproar.

Emperor Jingming sat in the distance, his sight was blocked by everyone again, and he couldn't see anything. He asked urgently, "What happened?"

The ministers stepped aside to reveal the situation inside.

Just at this moment, the sky that had suddenly darkened outside lit up again, although the wind and snow were still there, the light inside the hall was great.

Emperor Jingming had good eyes, he stood up and asked, "What happened to King An?"

Before anyone could answer, he shouted again: "Zhen Shicheng——"

Zhen Shicheng stepped out more and more, hurriedly walked to King An, leaned down, straightened up after a moment, and said to Emperor Jingming: "Return to the emperor, King An is dead."

The ministers' lips twitched.

Zhen Shicheng's description is too awkward, what does it mean to be dead? Can't you use a more euphemistic rhetoric?

Zhen Shicheng ignored what others thought, and added: "He was killed with a knife in his heart. Weichen checked the direction of the dagger, and it was not suicide."

The ministers rolled their eyes silently.

Jun Wang is living well, why did he commit suicide?

Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard.

Non-preconceived judgment is an ability that investigators must possess, and these people know a shit.

"Zhen Aiqing, you continue talking." Emperor Jing Ming recovered a little calmly, without looking at others, only asking Zhen Shicheng.

Anyone can talk flattery, and he only believes in Zhen Shicheng when it comes to solving a case.

Zhen Shicheng can naturally feel this trust, and he pressed down and said in his heart: "The murderer should have used his hand when the temple suddenly became dark."