Until she finishes-
Jing Rong's face became darker and darker.
He knew the meaning of those words, his eyebrows could not help but clenched tightly, his lips trembled slightly, "Can't compete? Can't suppress? Can't expose? There is only one person in the world who can make Duke Yu so jealous, and that is …”
Holy today!
own father!
But the last few words were hard to say.
His eyes were slightly red, he turned his back, and said in an uncomfortable voice: "So this way, what the old man of Yuguo's mansion said is not without reason! But that is the brother of the father! How could he do this for the throne? things to come?"
Ji Yunshu understood his mood.
Step forward.
Su Bai's slender hand held his trembling big hand.
meet his gaze.
Wordless consolation.
Jing Rong's heart gradually calmed down in Ji Yunshu's warm eyes.
He hoped that the terrible idea in his mind didn't really exist.
…
The next morning.
Jing Rong went into the palace. At this moment, Emperor Qi Zhen was just sitting in the pavilion in the imperial garden. There were many stoves in it. The gauze curtains hanging around the pavilion fluttered with the white snow. Occasionally snowflakes came in against the gap and the cold wind. The stools melted cleanly, and a few winter bamboos in the distance swayed and swayed, lining the
Mei Lan is extraordinarily beautiful and refined. In this snowy winter, there is a unique beauty, and Emperor Qi Zhen suddenly became interested in writing poetry, so he ordered people to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
But the paper has just been laid out—
The little eunuch crouched down outside the pavilion, "Your Majesty, please see King Rong."
Hearing this, Emperor Qi Zhen frowned, picked up the pen, and nodded.
After a short while, Jing Rong stepped on the snow, and the footprints were deep and shallow, extending outside the pavilion.
did not go in.
"My son sees my father."
There was no response halfway through.
He could only continue to stand.
It wasn't until Emperor Qi Zhen wrote the second word on the white paper that he agreed, "Come in."
The curtains on the left and right sides of the pavilion were slowly pulled away. Jing Rong took off the cape and handed it to the little eunuch beside him.
The warmth in the pavilion struck him, and he trembled slightly.
Emperor Qi Zhen didn't lift his head, he continued to write with his pen, and only asked, "What's the matter?"
He came with a clear intention and didn't want to beat around the bush.
Directly: "It's about the "Linjing Case"!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Qi Zhen's hand suddenly froze, his fingers holding the pen tightened a bit, the tip of the pen had not yet left the paper, and the ink suddenly fainted.
He raised his eyelids and looked at Jingrong, his expression showing displeased, "Didn't I say that I am not allowed to check again!"
"Father, there are still many doubts in this case. I hope Father will allow the case to be reopened."
"What's the reason?"
"About whether Duke Yuguo is dead or alive!"
Uh
Emperor Qi Zhen was surprised and thought he had heard it wrong, "What did you just say?"
Jing Rong lowered his eyes and folded his hands again: "It is about whether Duke Yuguo is dead or alive."
"Dead or alive? What do you mean?"
"The court issued a sea arrest document and failed to find Zhao Hao, the missing person, and there was not even a trace. Therefore, my minister dared to guess that Zhao Hao was probably dead that year, and his body was buried as that of Duke Yuguo. When we arrive at the mausoleum, the real Duke Yuguo is probably still alive."
"boom!"
Emperor Qi Zhen threw the pen in his hand to the table, and the ink splashed, ruining the poems written on the white paper.
Shouted loudly, "Absurd!"
The minions in the pavilion immediately knelt to the ground, not daring to let out the air.
For fear of hurting innocent people.
Jing Rong was not afraid, and insisted: "If you want to know whether the truth is as the son said, just open the coffin and conduct an autopsy, and you will be satisfied with the results, and please ask your father for permission."
"Enough!" Emperor Qi Zhen waved his sleeves and walked in front of him, his eyes full of anger, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know!" "Now that you know, how dare you say such absurd things? I said it, no further investigations, no further investigations! Did you not hear it? Or did you not take me seriously at all? I beg you to give permission to open the coffin, do you know what the opening of the coffin is about? How can you make a fool of yourself!" Emperor Qi Zhen was furious
drink.
It was even more angry.
Almost burst blood vessels!
Originally, I was writing poetry with beautiful scenery, and it was very comfortable. When I was disturbed by this, my mood suddenly became very irritable.
Jing Rong lowered her gaze, without taking a step back, she continued, "My son knew that speaking out about this would offend the emperor, but Zhao Hao disappeared without a trace, wouldn't the emperor feel strange? But if Zhao Hao had disappeared back then After changing clothes with Duke Yuguo, everything can be explained."
"Okay, then tell me, if Duke Yu is still alive, where has he been for the past fifteen years? Why didn't he show up?"
"I don't know the reason for this, but I came here today to beg the royal father to order the reopening of Duke Yu's tomb to prove the truth of the matter."
snort!
Emperor Qi Zhen angrily rebuked: "Since the ancient tombs have never been reopened, even if what you said is true, I will not allow it. This is the rule established by the ancestors, and no one can break it! And what you said just now , it's enough to make me want your head."
The words were resolute, but Jing Rong came here with the heart of mortal death, raised his head to meet Emperor Qi Zhen's eyes, and said, "When the father and emperor handed this matter to the son, the son has the responsibility to investigate the case. The bottom line is out. Does the father really want to know what happened back then? Why did the Duke Yuguo's mansion suffer a fire
At that time, who ordered the soldiers to be transferred away? Is Duke Yu dead or alive? Don't these fathers care? "
A series of rhetorical questions came, which made Emperor Qi Zhen feel itchy throat.
Stopped for a long time. Cai said: "Of course I care, but no one has been able to prove the fact that the soldiers were transferred from the government back then, and everyone related to that incident was also dead, and the people who are missing now cannot be found, and there is no evidence to prove that the fire was man-made. , if it is not confirmed one day, the case of Duke Yuguo's mansion will be placed on the ground forever.
in front of the world? I have already promised to open the coffin in Linshan, and dozens of coffins have been dug out one by one. Now you want me to promise to open the tomb of Duke Yuguo, what if I still find nothing? How do you want me to deal with the dozens of people from Duke Yuguo's mansion? "
"Father..."
"I said I won't investigate, but I won't! I will never agree to your absurd request."
After saying these words, Emperor Qi Zhen left with a flick of his sleeves and left the pavilion. The eunuch immediately raised his umbrella and stepped forward to avoid the snow for him.
Jing Rong didn't give up and chased after him.
"Please also ask the emperor to order the opening of the coffin!"
The voice echoed, and it didn't disappear for a long time.
Emperor Qi Zhen stopped and looked back at him.
In the heavy snow, I saw him standing there, his hands arched high, his body slightly drooping, his eyebrows showing tenacity, and after a while, the snow had already fallen on his back, shoulders, hair...
Such a scene is full of stubbornness almost from the inside out. In this way, it is so similar to the young Emperor Qi Zhen!