King Xin's face, which was full of grief and sorrow, suddenly froze the moment he saw the successive portraits fall to the ground.
After Su Jin came forward to plead guilty, he immediately became normal, looking at Su Jin with hatred and viciousness on his face.
Su Jin noticed King Xin's gaze, but he was unmoved, so resolute that he didn't even bother to glance at it.
He really didn't need to worry about the sacrifices. It was obviously a matter of Thaksin Wangye acting on his mother's behalf. He Su Jin was an internal official, but he was just a helper with errands. King Xin's negligence was incompetent.
What's more, since His Royal Highness "passed away from illness," His Majesty has long felt remorse in his heart, and even because of this matter, he has been angry and provoked the following and King Xin on weekdays.
Everyone else was fine when they came forward, but as soon as Thaksin King put on the incense, the picture scrolls seemed to have a spirit one after another. Investigate him, the nephew who was the most loving nephew of the queen before her death.
The fact that King Xin was able to come this far was obviously not completely stupid, with a flash of resentment on his face, he knelt down on one knee in front of Su Jin, half apologizing, half explaining: " My son knows that this painting was painted by the eldest brother in remembrance of the empress, so it does not make people act rashly, but I don’t want it to be too long, and it falls off today, because my son was not thinking carefully, I hope the father and emperor forgive me.”
His Majesty's face was sallow, he lowered his head and glanced at him vaguely, then he didn't want to mention it again, and looked back at the portrait that fell on the incense case, his voice was a little vague, and he couldn't tell whether he was talking to them or telling himself. : "It's just a coincidence, I can't blame you."
Su Jin sneered inwardly, leaned over to thank him, and retreated in the afternoon, but the King of Letters in front, at this point, wanted to prove more and more. He cleaned his hands and hung up the incense case in a proper manner.
King Xin was full of vain loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness. Su Jin just looked coldly at King Xin's pretentiousness. King Rui, who was in a dish, had nothing to do with him, and Emperor Xuande, who was facing the incense table, was unaware of his surroundings. The undercurrent was surging, but his eyes were focused, following the agile facial features of the first empress on the portrait all the way, as if he had fallen into some memory again.
Since His Majesty has grown older, You Qi has suffered such a serious illness, and has been lingering for a long time since then, like the one before him, his expression is lost, and he has more and more memories of the past.
Just... so what's the use? What I did with my own hands, I regret later, even the regret of an emperor is still a cooling fan in autumn and a charcoal fire in summer, superfluous and useless.
The sacrifice of the first empress, except for this small "coincident", went very smoothly afterwards. It was almost noon, and the year of sacrifice in the Changshou Palace was officially over. The nimble His Majesty left the palace gate and got on the imperial carriage.
When His Majesty was seated, the eight short and sturdy inner servants bowed forward and lifted the imperial carriage, Su Jin took a step back.
At this point, King Xin brushed past him, and Su Jin heard a malicious voice: "Mr. Su, you are doing well!"
Su Jin's footsteps stopped, and she raised her eyes to glance at the face that was almost annoyed.
On weekdays, he can still pretend to be a corporal of courtesy and splendor, but now it's just such a small mistake, so easy to make him lose his position, regardless of the almost distant royal carriage to threaten him.
In contrast, Rui Wang on the side has never shown the arrogant look of falling into the limelight. He is clearly the mastermind, but at this moment, he is still rude, as if he didn't realize what the fall of the portrait just now means...
What my grandfather said was true, King Xin, I'm afraid he wasn't King Rui's opponent.
Su Jin's face was still calm, but in his heart, he confirmed his grandfather's advice again and again, and the expression in his eyes became darker. At this moment, he ignored his malicious words and just went straight to King Xin. Come forward with the driver.
King Xin bumped into a soft nail on Su Jin's body, and his heart seemed to be even more angry. As soon as he turned around and bumped into King Rui again, his face lost a little bit of good color.
But King Rui was even more agile than Su Jin. After staring at King Xin's hatred face, he was even more fierce than him: "Brother, what are you doing looking at this king like this!"
King Rui looked rough and his voice was extraordinarily loud. He shouted so loudly that even His Majesty in the imperial chariot could hear it, but King Xin was taken aback, and with a flick of his sleeve, he only left even more farther.
There was nothing to say all the way. After walking into the Hall of Gande, His Majesty and several masters took their seats in turn. It stands to reason that King Xin has handled such a major event as offering sacrifices one after another. At this time, it was almost exaggerated and rewarded, but His Majesty was only a little bit of it. Without mentioning a word, he only talked lightly and almost gossip, and then he showed a tired look on his face, as if he was about to chase people away.
It was Concubine Xian, who unintentionally mentioned that since the anniversary of her sister's death has passed and the New Year is approaching, she should be busy with the trivial matters of the New Year. However, Zhang Luo was not seen in this palace, and I don't know if the empress forgot. something like that.
When His Majesty heard the words, he said to Prince Xin in his right hand: "Go and see your mother's body, the New Year is a major event. If you really don't have the energy, you should mention it earlier and ask some concubine Xian to help."
King Xin's complexion changed slightly. As a parent and son of his successor, he naturally knew that although his mother and queen were indeed not very happy, they were not so weak that they could not even handle the new year. It didn't make a big deal, just because the sacrifices were just in time for the tail of November.
If at this moment, he is eagerly preparing many trivial matters for the New Year, but he has to make excuses at the successive sacrifices, and put it in the eyes of others, isn't it obvious that he is deliberately disrespectful to the successive ones
In previous years, Huihui only started to make arrangements after the twelfth lunar month, and the father and emperor never said anything, but this time, he had to ask Concubine Xian and others to "help" to decentralize. It seemed that the fall of the portrait of Empress Qi Sheng just now had left a thorn in the father's heart to some extent.
Ruiwang mother and son, this step by step is really deceiving!
There is also Su Jin, if this eunuch did not act in Zhongzhong, he was the one who presided over the sacrifices at the Longevity Palace, how could he make King Rui's people act in Zhongzhong
If he underestimates this slave like this again, I am afraid that such disgusting things will not end, and he will have to think of a way to make it happen...
Many thoughts rushed through King Xin's heart, but in front of Emperor Xuande, he did not dare to show any traces, but he was respectful, and he retired according to the order and went to the Kunhe Palace.
When King Xin left the palace gate, His Majesty was no longer interested in speaking. Not only did he drive away the virtuous concubine King Rui and others, but even Su Jin, who was standing quietly by the side, rewarded him with grace and said, " You have also worked hard for the sacrifice of the pure queen for a long time. Remember that you suffered from a cold a few days ago. Since today is over, you will go back to rest for half a day and come back tomorrow.
Su Jin knew in his heart that His Majesty didn't want to see him all the time, and when he remembered the old things, he just left with a grateful expression on his face.
In fact, after tossing around in the Yongshou Palace all day, Su Jin was indeed exhausted physically and mentally. Since His Majesty ordered him to rest, Su Jin was not polite. After going out, he only ordered Yuanbao to guard Then, he walked straight out of Xinglongmen and entered Jingxiang.
Because he was in front of the imperial family, the lower value was always later. Speaking of which, this was the first time. He came back first, but Huiming was not there yet.
Su Jin slowly walked into the house, which seemed to be extraordinarily lonely because there was no Hui Ming. He raised his head and waved back the door that was approaching. He walked straight down the corridor to the back house, and stood for a while in the empty main hall, watching. In the quiet room in the east, something seemed to be provoked in my heart, and I suddenly walked a few steps towards the east side.
It is strange to say that Huiming is still on duty in Changxing Palace, and the east side is just an empty room, but Su Jin just quietly stayed in the compartment where Huiming lived for a few days. The Yongshou Palace was empty, and the heart without support seemed to have finally found a place to fall.
In the farthest part of the house, there is a nanmu canopy bed where Hui Ming usually rests, and there is a wooden screen in front of the bed. Su Jin entered here on impulse, so naturally he will not approach it at this moment. The long table, with some writing and ink on it, was not very private in comparison. Su Jin stood at the door for a while, and finally decided to sit behind the table for a while.
It is to sit for a while and then leave. In the future, I will not do such a rude act again!
Su Jin thought so in her heart, but there was still a bit of hesitation on her face. After only three or five steps, she actually walked a full cup of tea.
Not only did she hesitate to walk, but during these few steps, Su Jin's eyes were also very disciplined, she only stared at the ground under her feet, and didn't overstep the rules until she approached the long table and glanced over the table. The things above, his eyes suddenly trembled, and he couldn't move any more.
There are some cloth heads and needles scattered on the table, and the pen holder and pen holder have been taken into the corner, leaving only one sturdy rectangular ink jade inkstone table, which was placed in the center of the table, but the inkstone table On the bottom, there is a bottomless robe with several layers pressed down without any elegance. On the right side of the jade inkstone, thick cotton cloth and paste are placed in a mess, and next to all this, this is a crane that has almost burned to the end. The short lampstand, from this scene alone, seems to be able to see how Huiming had exhausted the lamp oil in front of this table last night, his eyes were red, and he couldn't hold it any longer. .
This is the sole made for him.
Su Jin stretched out his hand slowly, only to be frightened, and touched the sole of the unfinished shoe very lightly and very slowly. For a moment, he felt that his heart was filled with something for a moment, and his chest felt stuffy. Some bitter, but some sweet.
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But just as Su Jin was waiting for Hui Ming's return in Jing Lane, Hui Ming of Changxing Palace suddenly welcomed an old man he knew well.
Changxing Palace's young supervisor, Yuan Chengqiang.
Hui Ming knew when he was serving the Seventh Highness in his last life, and he was the most greedy and greedy person who stepped on the low side, so he just looked indifferent at the moment: "Does Yuan Shaojian have any orders?"
Yuan Chengqiang smiled at her very attentively: "Oh, Aunt Song, pack up quickly, the master wants to summon you!"