When the northwest inspection began, people were constantly being brought in from the Yushitai in the capital.
"...How about it? Did you say it?"
"..I'm very energetic. I even wrote a poem yesterday..."
"...I didn't expect this kid to be so tough? I thought he would cry and write a suicide note after carrying it for three days at most."
Many people gathered together in the Yushitai to talk and laugh. As they were talking, they saw a few people outside walking in quickly with serious faces. Everyone stopped talking and laughing, stood up straight and looked solemnly, but their eyes followed those people into the official hall.
"Who was arrested again?" They whispered, but before they could say a few words, they saw several people coming out again.
"Send them to come in." A censor said to the clerk with a serious face.
The clerk quickly stepped out in response, and everyone followed him with a bit of curiosity and excitement.
Carriages were walking slowly on the streets of the Provincial Temple and Government Offices outside the imperial city. The gates here were not luxurious, but rather dilapidated, but solemn and solemn. The gates and gates were basically the same along the way, except for one where they stopped.
The door opens to the north, unlike other south-door doors.
Fan Jianglin jumped off the horse and looked at the carriage behind him. Banqin got out of the carriage and helped Cheng Jiaoniang down.
"Sister, you'd better not go." Fan Jianglin said, "Just tell me what you want to say and I can do it."
Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand and lifted up a corner of the fence, revealing a slight smile on her face.
"Going to the battlefield and fighting bloody battles is what you do, big brother. For you, welcoming and burying my brothers is what I do. What I do is natural for me." She said, "We talk about what we have done, and we
I’m not afraid that they will know, there’s nothing to worry about.”
Fan Jianglin nodded.
"Okay, sister, follow me," he said.
The two of them took a step forward, and several people rushed over from the side, forcing them to push away.
Fan Jianglin quickly supported Cheng Jiaoniang, and reached out angrily. Cheng Jiaoniang raised her hand and took his arm.
"What are you doing? Where are you? What are you doing blocking the door?" Those people were already screaming.
These are several chamberlains from the palace.
Fan Jianglin and Cheng Jiaoniang took a step back and watched them pass.
"Are you okay?" Fan Jianglin asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang hummed and opened her hand inside the fence, revealing a piece of paper stuffed inside. She reached out and opened it without hesitation.
Cheng Fang, don't be sad.
"Sister?" Fan Jianglin's voice sounded in his ears, with a bit of concern and confusion.
Cheng Jiaoniang folded the note and put it in her sleeve, then raised her head.
"Let's go," she said.
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"master."
There was a rush of footsteps outside Mr. Zhou's study, and with a shout the door was suddenly opened. Mrs. Zhou stepped in with an excited expression, interrupting Mr. Zhou and Liu Lang's conversation.
Mrs. Zhou's eyes fell on several cases. There was a memorial lying there, and Mr. Zhou still held a pen in his hand.
"What do you want to write? What do you want to write?" Mrs. Zhou stepped forward quickly and asked in a loud voice.
"Woman, why are you asking this?" Mr. Zhou said with a serious face.
"Are you writing an impeachment memorial? Why are you writing this? Nowadays, everyone on the street is worried about being implicated by Lu Zheng and afraid that people from Yushitai will come to their door. I have inquired about it, and everyone believes that that woman did everything.
Yes, you left our family alone, why did you rush to seek death?" Mrs. Zhou said.
"Mom, it's not that serious..." Zhou Lang said.
Before he could finish his words, Mrs. Zhou raised her hand and slapped her across the face.
Mr. Zhou was stunned by this slap.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"I sent you to the northwest to make you successful, not to abandon your family and career for a woman!" Mrs. Zhou cried.
"What do you know?" Mr. Zhou was a little embarrassed. The slap on his son's face was like hitting his own face. He stretched out his hand and patted the cases and shouted.
"I don't understand anything." Mrs. Zhou cried, "But I understand why Liu Lang did what he did! You can say it with your conscience in mind."
She looked at Saturday Lang.
"If it weren't for that woman, would you have jumped out and spoken?"
Saturday Lang was silent for a moment.
"No," he said.
"Look, you said it wasn't because of..." Mrs. Zhou said angrily.
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Saturday Lang.
"Mother, she is not that woman, she is Cheng Jiaoniang, she is the daughter of our aunt, and she is a foreign relative of our Zhou family." He said, "We can only follow her in this life, and we will be honored if she honors her."
We won't get any benefits if we lose. Now that things have happened, we can't just put them aside. Even if it's okay now, we will inevitably be liquidated in the future."
"It's not that serious. It's because you have to stay close to her." Mrs. Zhou wiped her tears and said, "It's because you don't want to let her go. If you let her go, you will let her go."
"Mom, don't worry, nothing will happen to you." Zhou Lang said, taking a few steps forward and kneeling next to Mrs. Zhou.
"Why won't something happen? After causing such a big incident and being used as a knife, no matter who wins, she will never escape the reputation of being a rebellious and inciting civil society. How can the imperial court tolerate the presence of such a person!" Mrs. Zhou wiped.
Tears said.
Saturday Lang smiled.
"Mother, you know this too." He smiled.
"You can still laugh! I'm not a fool." Mrs. Zhou cried, "I have been living in Beijing for many years."
Saturday Lang smiled.
"Mom, don't worry, she is not the knife, she is the person who made the knife." He said, "She will not let the knife hurt herself."
Compared with the anxiety and worry of the Zhou family, the atmosphere in the palace was as before, and the palace of Prince Jin'an was even quieter and warmer.
Because he slept late last night and ran around chasing the ball in the yard after breakfast, King Qing felt sleepy again and went to bed.
When King Qing fell asleep, King Jin'an took the time to read.
But this time he sat in front of the desk with a book but didn't turn a page for a long time. Every time there were footsteps outside the hall, he sat up straight, until finally he simply dropped the book and walked out to stand in the corridor.
"Your Highness, do you want to go out?" asked the chamberlain outside the door.
Prince Jin'an shook his head, said nothing and stood still, just looking outside.
The prince was always so silent and strange when he was alone. Everyone lowered their heads and stopped talking.
The cool and stuffy wind in late August and early September hovered quietly inside and outside the palace.
A chamberlain appeared outside the palace door, holding a memorial in his hand and walking towards him with a smile.
This was the sixth-rank chamberlain beside the emperor. When he arrived, the king of Jin'an County immediately smiled.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has a memorial for you to read." He said with a smile.
Prince Jin'an nodded and turned around to enter. The interior door followed, and the door was automatically closed by the servant outside.
"Have you seen her?" Prince Jin'an turned around and asked.
The waiter was still smiling.
"Your Highness, don't you feel at ease with our family's affairs?" he said, holding the memorial in his hand over, "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, take this first."
On the other hand, he gave a long-winded warning.
"Your Highness, you cannot be seen like this. Your Highness, you said too many things that you shouldn't have said in front of His Majesty last time, but you made people angry... It would be terrible if someone catches you..."
Prince Jin'an smiled and reached out to take the memorial.
"It's amazing, it's amazing, so what else?" he said, and asked again, "How is it? Have you seen her?"
"I saw it," the chamberlain said.
"Give it to her?" Prince Jin'an looked at him and asked with bright eyes.
The chamberlain smiled and nodded.
"How is she? Is she sad? No, no, she won't show it even if she is sad. So... what is she... like?"
Looking at the bright face of the young man in front of him and listening to his somewhat incoherent questions, the waiter smiled helplessly.
"Your Highness, when a young girl goes out and comes to the Yushitai, how can she not cover her up tightly?" he said.
Prince Jin'an was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
"Thank you, father-in-law." He said without saying another word.
The waiter was a little curious.
"Your Highness, you shouldn't ask her if she's afraid? That's the Yushitai." He said.
The prince of Jin'an County smiled, sat back in front of several cases, and opened the memorial.
"She won't be afraid. There's nothing scary in this world. She's just... occasionally sad," he said.
The chamberlain slowly withdrew and closed the palace door.
At this time, in the censor's stage, the censor on the stage looked at the people standing below, with a faint smile on his face.
"This is the first time that common people like you can stand here in vain." He said, "Only people with official status can come to this kind of place. Now you are really honored."
But I'm afraid no one would want this honor.
The censor's smile faded and the tree snapped.
"Fan Jianglin, do you know your guilt?" he shouted.
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PS: No swearing is allowed, there will be more updates, I am writing, it is really difficult to write to resolve this matter in the simplest way. (To be continued)
