The rain was pattering, and the shadows of the trees could be seen swaying through the window.
The person who had previously searched King Lu's study came back holding a tray with a piece of rice paper that had been crumpled and unfolded.
"Father-in-law, I copied this."
King Lu subconsciously wanted to stand up, but Eunuch Ma was faster than him. He reached out and took the paper from the tray. When he saw it, his expression changed slightly.
Who can sue?
An inch of tender intestine with thousands of strands
Where does spring return?
The courtyard is full of fragrant grass and the sky is dusk
Standing darkly
Alone with feelings
Can't bear to look back
This is a new lyric from the poem "Regret at the River". It would have been good if it had been written by a girl or young woman in purgatory. It uses the scenery of late spring to express the deep depression and sorrow in the heart.
The whole poem is one long and has three sighs. The language is beautiful, the artistic conception is beautiful, and the words are exhausted but the meaning is not exhausted.
But King Lu wrote it at this time. The words are complete but the meaning is incomplete. It is a word of resentment, and it was a word of resentment copied from King Lu's study!
Such a word is enough to be submitted as evidence.
King Lu couldn't care about anything else. He stepped forward and took a look. When he saw it, his face changed drastically and he hurriedly said: "I didn't write this, Eunuch Ma, someone framed me!"
Eunuch Ma smiled and quickly put away the words: "Sixth Master, please be patient. Someone can tell whether it was written by you."
King Lu was very uneasy. This handwriting could be mistaken for real. When he took a look at it just now, he felt that it was really written by him. If someone harmed him, could he really find out?
At this time, Huo Wuyong came in and said: "Sixth Master is of royal blood, but..."
He came up to Eunuch Ma and whispered a few words. When Eunuch Ma heard this, he looked deeply at King Lu, and there seemed to be pity in his eyes.
King Lu felt even worse, but Eunuch Ma had already given him an instruction: "Serve King Lu well and make no mistakes!"
After saying that, he walked away and happened to meet Princess Lu. He even made a family courtesy and bowed to her before leaving the hospital without looking back and hurried away in the rain.
In an instant, the courtyard fell empty. In the sound of rain, King Lu was sitting alone in silence. When he saw Princess Lu coming in, he suddenly swept the porcelain nearby and smashed it into pieces. He roared, and when it reached his mouth, it turned into a roar.
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Why don't you lower your head when you are under the eaves? The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
In the deep palace, no one spoke, only the chess pieces moved slightly, and Eunuch Zhao's back was covered with sweat as he played chess with the king.
When playing chess with the emperor, you can neither be perfunctory nor lose too obviously, nor can you just win without any scruples. The emperor's chess skills must be the best, but the reason why people let a slave play chess with him is to relieve boredom, most of the time
When it's bad or boring, be the one who has to lose, but also let the emperor enjoy himself.
It is really difficult to control this kind of proportion, but it is not difficult for Eunuch Zhao.
What is difficult is the current complicated situation.
Especially today, there may be a prince who wants to curse the emperor. If evidence is really found, the capital will be ushered in another bloody storm. Just thinking about it makes Eunuch Zhao feel his throat is dry and the back of his neck is cold.
Then I thought, there was the sound of footsteps, and a person walked in slowly outside the palace. It was Ma Shunde, Eunuch Ma who was sent to Prince Lu's Mansion.
Seeing that he was back, the emperor pushed the chessboard and stood up.
"It's not going down anymore, let's clean it up."
"Yes!" Eunuch Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly picked up the chess pieces carefully and cleaned up the mess.
Eunuch Ma hurriedly stepped forward, knelt down, and reported to the emperor the affairs of Prince Lu's Mansion. He also said, "According to Master Huo's test, the bloodline of Lu...Sixth Master is the same, but there seems to be something wrong with the maternal bloodline."
This matter is of great importance. Not only must Eunuch Ma's reply be heard, the emperor also announced an audience with Huo Wuyong and the imperial doctor who were waiting outside.
Huo Wuyong and the imperial doctor came in, and their words were no different from Eunuch Ma's.
The emperor looked relaxed. No matter what, whether there was something wrong with Concubine Wei or not, at least King Lu was his own son and had the same blood. That was enough.
This at least shows that he did not raise a son for others. I heard that he also copied some documents and a poem from King Lu's study, and the emperor said: "Send it up."
Eunuch Ma personally held it up and handed it over. The emperor first picked up the documents and looked at them. They were nothing. It was just that the Prince of Lu violated the laws of Dazheng and made some transactions. Although the prince broke the law and the common people committed the same crime, this was just a pretense. No one could do it.
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It was nothing more than acquiring some gray industries, which would not make the emperor angry.
He picked up the paper with the lyrics and read it. After reading the poem, the emperor remained silent for a long time.
Eunuch Ma knelt on the ground and did not dare to move.
I don't know how long it took before the emperor exhaled a breath: "I still don't know that I, the sixth child, still have such an elegant spirit."
"Writing lyrics on a rainy night, looking at the river and complaining, great!"
As the emperor spoke, he seemed to want to laugh, but his laughter was so dry that even he felt hoarse, so he changed his words: "You and Huo Wuyong go to the Queen's place to check the bloodline of the Wei family."
"Yes!" Eunuch Ma and Huo Wuyong both responded. Seeing that they were speechless, they retreated into the rain.
Zhennanbo Mansion
The plantains in the prince's yard were swaying from the heavy rain. The candlelight in the room was bright, and someone was carefully carrying the medicine bowl to the bed.
The young man lying on the bed was wearing only his underwear and a solid-color silk quilt, and his face was even paler.
"Young Master?" Hongdao, a Taoist boy who has grown much taller in the past few months, has now changed his clothes and has grown up, looking a bit like a teenager. After he put down the medicine, he came to the bedside and called softly.
The young man had woken up just now, but had not opened his eyes. Now he raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
"Sir, it's time to take medicine." Hongdao was not afraid of being looked at so coldly by him, and still said with a pinched neck.
The young man, Xie Zhenqing, frowned and motioned to Hongdao to help him sit up.
Hongdao put a soft cushion on his back, slowly helped him sit up, then brought the medicine bowl and fed him a spoonful.
Xie Zhenqing drank and didn't say anything for a long time. Hongdao didn't say anything either. He stood aside with his hands down, waiting for instructions.
Xie Zhenqing was a little helpless about this. Last time everyone in the Taoist temple was sacrificed with blood, the relationship between the two people became like this.
Hongdao's loyalty is unquestionable, but his temper is actually a bit bigger than before, and he still behaves silently. Hey, he is really a stubborn donkey!
However, he didn't care about this at this time. Xie Zhenqing just picked up a small mirror and looked at his face. He saw a vague blackness between the young man's brows in the mirror and put down the mirror speechlessly.
"Oh, King Lu's move is considered useless, and I will have a lot of backlash."
"If I hadn't already gone to the Three Corpses and become a demon, I would have to die this time."
Just thinking about it, he coughed again. When he looked at the handkerchief, there was some blood again.
Ten years was enough, but since King Dai entered the capital, the storm that had arisen was too great, and the previous layout was almost torn to pieces.
The most terrifying thing is that even I can't figure out how it came to be. It seems to have happened naturally.