Shu Yao remembered what she once asked Shen Junzhuo: How can we prove that our father is innocent?
Shen Junzhuo looked at her for a long time and finally spoke:
"There is no need to prove that Lord Li is innocent, just prove that the Prime Minister is guilty."
To prove that the Prime Minister is guilty, everyone in the world knows that he is guilty, but everyone in the world has no choice but to deal with him. Even the officials dare not speak out and cannot touch him.
What a difficult thing this is. She was a little discouraged for a while, but after a night she mustered up the courage. If she did nothing because she was afraid of difficulties, she watched her relatives hide their names, and the Li family withered from then on.
No matter what kind of life she can live, she will hate herself and regret it for the rest of her life.
Even if the scoundrel shakes the big tree, she still wants to give it a try.
Many of the Prime Minister's crimes are obvious. The officials cannot move him, and Shen Junzhuo cannot move him, because he can unite most of the court. If he moves him, it will easily cause the entire court to
turmoil.
Since this is the case, Shu Yao separated a thread in her hand and pulled it a little. The separated thin thread could easily be broken into two pieces. She dropped the thread and asked someone to prepare a carriage and call him to take the ward head.
, headed to the backyard of Yishuijian.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. There are occasionally one or two pedestrians on the road. The shops that are not in the night market have already closed. Occasionally, there are one or two people who are on the lights and work, and the streets are all dark.
When the weather was hot, the carriage was no longer covered with airtightness, but was hung on it with a thin curtain. When the wind blew, the curtain could be blown up and rippled layer by layer, like petals.
Shu Yao was sitting in the car, wearing men's clothes, wearing a high bun, with a breeze in her ears, and the hair behind her head was blown up by the wind, floating gently in the night.
Ren Biaotou has always been driving steadily and slowly. The horse's hooves fell on the blue bricks on the street, and a crisp sound sounded. The axle was filled with oil, but there was no sound at all. Such a quiet and warm night was inevitable
It makes people have the desire to talk freely, Shu Yao said:
"I haven't asked the head of the archer yet, where is the head of the archer?"
Ren Biaotou controlled the reins with one hand and supported his knee with the other, and said while driving:
"My ancestral home is Liaoyang, and my family was also a farmer. Later, I thought that farming was really profitable, so I sold the land and went to the city to find an errand. Unexpectedly, my grandfather accidentally got into a lawsuit, and the family lost all their money to redeem people.
I was penniless. My father was sent to the martial arts school since he was a child, thinking that he could make a living by relying on this in the future. Later, he started to do escorts, and I can be regarded as a son who inherited his father's business."
Shu Yao said oh, and was about to ask if he had a family, when he saw another tall carriage coming towards him. The carriage was a convertible, and there was a man sitting in the middle, wearing a white Taoist robe, blown by the wind under the moonlight.
It bulged gently.
The two carriages quickly crossed, and Shu Yao's heart suddenly rose. Unexpectedly, she met Liu Guojiu again here! She was sitting in the carriage, but fortunately there was a curtain on the roof of the carriage, so she must be here.
She couldn't see her clearly on the opposite side under the moonlight.
From the beginning, Liu Guojiu noticed the carriage with a white curtain. Such carriages are very common in this season. Children of aristocratic families and wealthy merchants are unwilling to travel under the sun, so they usually hang their curtains in open tents.
in the car.
He just glanced at the young master sitting in the middle, with a misty figure and a flying ink hair. He had the plan to see who it was. Originally, he shouldn't have taken this path, but he asked the coachman to change it specifically.
Route, come over to the carriage.
The wind blew by the moment he passed by, and the curtains of mountains were like a blooming cereal, which burst out in the night in an instant, and the people sitting in the car were like the gods of the Nine Heavens.
The beauty is earth-shaking, and the quiet abyss is sacred and cannot be desecrated.