On the emperor's birthday, the emperor's portrait was sprinkled with red stains on his face.
To put it mildly, the painter was careless and sloppy, dirtying the portrait and showing great disrespect to the emperor.
To put it more seriously, the person who painted the painting deliberately cursed the emperor with a bloody disaster - red stains covering his face.
That is a serious crime of confiscating a family and exterminating a clan!
As soon as Ji Ling lifted the hem of Ji's clothes, Chi Liu was about to kneel down.
Yinzhen reacted very quickly. He stretched out his hand and quickly stopped Ji Ling. With a little force on his arm, he pulled her up.
Ji Ling pulled his sleeve, stared at the portrait, and whispered: "Your Majesty, when I was doing natural painting in the afternoon, the portrait was still in good condition. I saw it put into the box with my own eyes. It was really in good condition at that time!
——It must have been after arriving in Kyushu Qingyan that someone tampered with her."
Yinzhen held her hand hard to stop her next words, and said firmly: "Lingling, how can I not believe you?"
He held Ji Ling's hand tightly. Ji Ling looked up and saw his eyes were calm and calm, as usual.
Yinzhen raised his hand and touched Ji Ling's hair, stared at the portrait, and said word by word for a long time: "The person who did this is waiting for me for my longevity festival, a good day for everyone to celebrate.
When everyone saw such an ominous sign in the portrait, he became angry."
As he spoke, he reached out and tapped the portrait carefully, then narrowed his eyes slightly, snorted from his nose, and said with sarcasm in his voice: "What a subtle thought!"
The red trace used in this painting is red red.
This kind of thing is often seen in the palace, even in Qingyanli of Jiuzhou. There are quite a few on the bookcases, not to mention the secret room of Old Summer Palace, which has an alchemy room.
In addition, many concubines and princesses also wear cinnabar jewelry, because this object can dissolve Tai Sui, ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters, and calm the blood vessels during sleep.
If you really want to check where it comes from, there are countless sources.
The Imperial Pharmacy is also a place - because it can be used both as a painting and as a medicine.
It would also make sense to say that the concubine deliberately defaced the painting.
This person deliberately chose such a common thing, which shows that he was cautious. He must have been hoarding this bit of cinnabar a long time ago - even if he checked the files at this time, there was no trace of it.
What's more, the amount of red marks on the portrait is very small. It can be hidden between the hairpins, on the fingernails, and in any small object with you. If this person hides it on his body and looks for opportunities to find opportunities, he will also
Unknown.
This person's dirty trick today was obviously because he was secretly jealous after seeing the concubine's favor.
Yinzhen's gaze fell heavily on Ji Ling's bulging belly, and a chill arose in his heart - this matter could not be done on the spot, for fear that it would be detrimental to Lingling; but by the time the banquet was over, the opportunity had already been missed.
Let him swallow it like this?
Really annoyed!
Seeing that Ji Ling's face was not good, and knowing that she was frightened, Yinzhen stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms. Her soft and bulging belly pressed against his side, and Yinzhen suddenly felt even more distressed.
The woman he was holding was not one person, but two people.
Both of these people trusted and relied on him wholeheartedly.
Ji Ling put her head on Yinzhen's shoulder, her chest felt tight and she was speechless - the feeling of being tricked from behind... like maggots attached to the bones.
She got goosebumps and felt nauseated from her chest to her back.
Fortunately, this person underestimated Yinzhen's trust and affection for her.
Yinzhen held the portrait and looked at it coldly for a moment under the lamp, then said to Ji Ling: "Who knows about preparing a portrait for me?"
Yes, if I hadn't known in advance that the congratulatory gift prepared by Chen Concubine was a portrait on paper, how could I have thought of defacing it with red pills?
Ji Ling thought carefully for a moment, then shook her head and said helplessly: "No. Except for the slaves in the natural paintings, I have never mentioned it to anyone."
Yinzhen nodded, pondered for a moment, then suddenly flashed his eyes and said, "I see that you are quite close to Mrs. Zhang on weekdays. Have you ever mentioned it to her?"
Ji Ling shook his head and said, "She and I have talked a lot, but we really haven't mentioned a word about the gifts."
Shengjian had no intention of preparing a proper gift for the emperor.
Ji Ling paused again and said: "This afternoon, before I set off, all the paintings were good. The journey from the natural paintings to the Qingyan Festival in Kyushu is short, and the only ones who handled it were the three palace ladies around me. If..."
When she said this, she suddenly paused, her eyes flashed, and she said: "After the banquet, when gifts from each palace were needed, I remember that all the servants went to the side room to wait!"
Yinzhen raised his voice and shouted: "Su Peisheng!"
Su Peisheng bowed and came forward.
Yinzhen said in a calm tone: "Call the maid next to Chenbi in."
Su Peisheng was startled. He looked up and saw the emperor's face. He also saw the concubine standing next to him, her face not looking good either.
He didn't dare to say another word, turned around and walked out in a hurry.
After a while, Qixi, Bixue, and Yiquan were all led in like chickens.
This is the first time for the slaves to enter the side hall of Jiuzhou Qingyan.
The three of them were too frightened to raise their heads.
Seeing Su Peisheng motioning for them to come forward, the three maids had no choice but to tremble and walk to the emperor and kneel down in front of him.
The emperor's voice was not very loud, he just said lightly: "Who is taking care of the concubine's gift today?"
Bixue and Yiquan trembled in fright, but they had no choice but to reply. They could only look at each other, kowtow, and said in a trembling voice: "If you reply to Long Live Lord, it is under my care."
Bixue just said this, and she felt her teeth tremble. Since the emperor asked this, there must be something wrong with the gift.
No matter what went wrong or who caused it, in the final analysis - the two slaves they were looking after could not escape responsibility.
The emperor's voice was still very calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger. He just said calmly: "While we are waiting for the gift, where are you two?"
Bixue kowtowed and said in a trembling voice: "The servants are waiting in the wing and have not left even an inch!"
She paused, and suddenly thought of something, she said bravely: "When the servants in the side room were about to line up to enter the main hall, the servant said a few words to Maidong, the personal maid next to Zhang Guiren. Apart from that, there was no other way.
Nothing else. In front of the Emperor, I dare not tell a lie!"
When she said this, Yiquan also followed suit and kowtowed.
In the main hall of Qingyan in Jiuzhou, Su Peisheng had already withdrawn, holding the whisk in his arms and pacing slightly in the dim hall, walking back and forth several times.
When he walked to the entrance of the hall, he was stirred by the autumn wind outside the hall, his nose felt sore, and he immediately sneezed.
Xiao Chenzi came over immediately with a cloak and raised his hand to cover Su Peisheng.
Su Peisheng's shoulders shook, his eyebrows raised, he raised his hand to stop it, and scolded in a hoarse voice: "Long live the Lord, you haven't rested yet, what's going on!"
Xiao Chenzi quickly took back his cloak, glanced at the closed side hall door, then winked at Su Peisheng and smiled, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said quietly: "Eunuch Su, what's inside is...
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Su Peisheng raised his head and clasped his hands, looking at the night sky. He was lost in thought for a while, but he didn't say a word.
