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Tears welled up in Ming Shao's eyes again, "The mansion is in chaos, the servants sneaked out to report to the girl, that's all I know."
The shock on Concubine Yun's face hadn't disappeared yet, when she turned her head to see Jiang Rao, she was startled by her pale face.
"My father is so inconsiderate."
Concubine Yun Gui nodded and said, "This must be a misunderstanding."
She took Jiang Rao's hand, "Your father is in a high position, and his calligraphy and paintings are favored by the emperor. Some people must be jealous of him. You are young and have never stayed in Jinling for a long time. You don't have many chances to encounter such a thing. When the Metropolitan Procuratorate finds out the truth, your father will be cleared, so don't panic."
Jiang Rao lowered her eyes and said, "I didn't panic."
She just looked at Ming Shao's teary eyes, and the scene of being ransacked in her dream suddenly flashed in her mind.
In the same snowy day, Ming Shao also cried into tears.
Even though she knew that today's event was not the same as that day, she still couldn't help feeling uneasy.
She has had fewer and fewer dreams recently. In the dream last night, there were layers of snow in the dream. She knocked to the ground in the night, and it hurt so much.
Jiang Rao didn't fall asleep much last night, and there were streaks of blood in her eyes.
She pinched her palms, even though she looked calm, there was a little uneasiness in her eyes.
Concubine Yun put on a cloak and stood up, she said in a deep voice: "I'll go to the emperor's place to see what's going on and see if there's anything I can help, then just wait here, don't be too Too worried."
Jiang Rao got up before she stood up, she shook her head, how could she stay in such a situation, "I'll go back home."
…
The periphery of Wuyi Lane is full of people who want to watch the excitement, and the mouth of the alley is full of water.
Seeing the besieged alley, Jiang Rao's face could not conceal the coldness and paleness.
It took her a whole morning to fully understand the matter from her grandfather and mother.
The impeachment was sealed, but the person impeached did not show up. What was presented to Emperor Zhaowu was a painting.
It is said that her father made the painting when he was drunk.
All the characters in the painting are extremely scribbled, except for the character "Du" in the emperor's name, which is extremely clearly written.
The most terrible thing is that this painting was given to King Jing by her father back then.
All of a sudden, the crime of taboo was deepened a little.
Prince Jing was a classmate with her father back then, and rebelled against him more than ten years ago. After being suppressed, he narrowly escaped death and disappeared. Even if the world pardoned him a few years ago, the emperor did not pardon his capital crime. Once Prince Jing is involved and charged with the crimes of the party, her family will become the same as in the previous life.
The only way is to find someone to prove that the painting is not her father's.
She anxiously waited for news from the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
…
Concubine Yun pleaded for mercy, and the emperor released Fourth Master Jiang for the time being.
But even if he is released back to the mansion, it is only for the time being to let him go back to the mansion to have a small reunion with his family, and arrange four government servants with strong martial arts around him, who will follow him every step of the way. He took him to the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
As soon as the news came out, Jiang Rao waited outside the gate of the mansion.
Waiting with her were Jiang Qinshi and Jiang Jinxing.
The time has come to the evening.
The troubles of the rich and the noble have always been a hot topic of discussion.
In a day's time, the rumors in Beijing have exploded.
There was still no news from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but the rumors were fueled, and Jiang Siye's charges had been confirmed.
For a moment, people were in a state of panic, and everyone wanted to separate themselves from Jiang Xingzhou, for fear of getting the reputation of Prince Jing's remnants.
Jiang Qin's face was full of worry, and Jiang Rao said beside her, "That painting can't be drawn by Daddy."
Her father was indeed somewhat disrespectful of etiquette, especially disdainful of this kind of name taboo, and would not ask others to taboo his name.
But he wouldn't do something that would affect the whole family.
Even if he said that he was drunk at that time, she didn't believe it.
Jiang Jinxing looked up at his sister, and he also shook his head, "It's not Daddy."
At his age, he still doesn't know much about today's affairs. He only knows that his father made a big mistake because of the painting, which is a crime of beheading. Secretly ate wine and doodled."
His immature words were buried under the noisy voices. He was afraid that Jiang Rao might not hear him, so he raised his voice and said again, "I drew that painting! It's me!"
Tears welled up in Jiang Rao's eyes, she took his little hand and shook her head towards her younger brother.
According to the law of Dazhao, the crime of disrespect cannot be punished.
All males over sixteen in the clan should be beheaded, and the rest should be distributed to the frontiers as slaves.
"Sister, why are your palms so cold?" Jiang Jinxing asked softly, wrapping Jiang Rao's with two small hands.
There was a commotion at the entrance of the alley, a carriage stopped, and Fourth Master Jiang lifted the curtain to get out of the carriage.
As expected, the Iron Armored Yamen servant stood by his side every step of the way.
Seeing his wife and children waiting in front of the mansion, Fourth Master Jiang raised his spirits, walked over a few steps, and smiled like a normal person, "I'm fine."
Jiang Qinshi rushed forward in a panic, "Master, what happened to that painting? Did the Metropolitan Procuratorate arrest the wrong person?"
His silent attitude towards the painting made Jiang Rao feel cold.
According to her father's disposition, if the painting was not made by him, he would definitely deny it with just words.
Fourth Master Jiang didn't answer, just shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry too much, I have someone to see, I can't follow you back to the mansion, you go back to the mansion first."
No one was willing to leave. The helpless smile on Jiang Siye's face deepened, and he looked at Jiang Qinshi, "Qingshan, for a while, I can only rely on you to take good care of Brother Xing and Niannian first."
Jiang Qinshi put her hand on Jiang Jinxing's shoulder, with tears in her eyes, she said to Fourth Master Jiang: "Father has already entered the palace to see His Majesty, I will go back to Qin's residence tonight, master, it will be fine."
Fourth Master Jiang nodded with a faint smile, turned around and boarded the carriage again. After getting away from his wife and children, the smile on his face was exhausted, and his face looked extremely haggard.
He did have the habit of painting when he was drunk, and he himself forgot when he made the painting.
It can be seen that the brush strokes are undoubtedly his paintings.
He can't even deny it...
He got into the carriage, unaware that there was another carriage following him in the distance.
The carriage brought Jiang Siye all the way to the teahouse.
In the private room, Jiang Xingchuan was waiting.
He was dressed in old clothes, forcibly supporting the dignity and style of the past.
Last time the old uncle reprimanded him for discrediting and embarrassing the family, which caused him to be expelled from the clan. His life was getting worse day by day. In order to subsidize the family, almost all the things he could pawn were sold in pawnshops.
Just wear old clothes, which can support the dignity before.
"Don't you plan to never see me again in this life? Why do you still ask people to invite me to meet you in the teahouse?"
Fourth Master Jiang couldn't lift his head up, his steps were heavy and his voice was extremely dry, "I... have something to ask."
Jiang Xingchuan's eyes widened. Ever since the real power was seized from his hands, what he longed to see day and night was today's scene.
Come true
He raised his eyebrows: "Is that painting really yours?"
Fourth Master Jiang didn't respond to his words.
Even if he thinks it is in his heart, he will not agree until he dies.
Promise that everything is over.
He said: "Even if elder brother divides the clan and eliminates the family, I have sent people every month to send a little money to elder brother. That old friend surnamed Zhou is actually me."
Jiang Xingchuan was stunned in surprise, then lowered his head and sneered for a moment.
What is the use of the money that is sent month by month? Just enough for him to live, not enough for him to maintain his past dignity.
He will fall into this situation, isn't it thanks to him
Fourth Master Jiang did not take his seat, but stood in the room all the time, his hands shaking, "If my wife and daughter are troubled by me..."
Jiang Xingchuan sneered, "You want to ask me to take care of you?"
At the beginning, he was divided into clans and expelled from the family, and became a dog in the water that everyone shouted and beat.
But who would have known that he, who had separated from the Jiang family, would become a favorite in the blink of an eye.
Being famous and humiliated because of his paintings, Jiang Xingchuan looked at Fourth Master Jiang mockingly, "I'm not having a good time now, why should I help you take care of them?"
He laughed, raised his chin, held a cup of tea, and said arrogantly, "My brother doesn't think that standing like this doesn't look like you are begging for help."
He glanced at the ground, meaning something.
Fourth Master Jiang looked embarrassed and his whole body tensed up.
"I can't do it."
Jiang Xingzhou tapped the teacup in his hand, his behavior was still like a gentleman, but deep in his eyes revealed the joy of a villain's success, "Please, fourth brother."
Fourth Master Jiang pursed his lips, without saying a word, looked at the ground, like a puppet with its strings removed, and slowly knelt down.
Before his knees touched the ground, the door of the inn was suddenly pushed open.
Jiang Xingchuan was waiting to watch a good show, when someone knocked over the tea in his hand and splashed it towards his chin, he was caught off guard by the scalding, like a fish being soaked alive in hot soup, it bounced off the seat .
Jiang Rao grabbed Fourth Master Jiang's arm and pulled him all the way out of the private room.
Panting, with tears in her eyes, she yelled at Fourth Master Jiang as if she was very angry: "Even if you really kneel down, he will not fulfill your wish."
She felt that her father's behavior was wrong. He didn't find someone to help him inspect the painting and clear his charges, but instead came to see her uncle
That painting might have been his father's.
He wanted to kneel down to someone else like in her dream.
Can't kneel...
Fourth Master Jiang's lips trembled, "I know..."
Standing beside his daughter, although he was tall, his back was still straight, and he seemed somewhat lonely and pitiful for no reason.
If his daughter could know, why didn't he know.
He never thought that his eldest brother would help him take care of his wife and children in the future.
All he asked was that his elder brother would not trouble them in the future.
As long as his elder brother humiliates him today, and let out a breath of relief, maybe he can dispel the anger and hatred in his elder brother's heart...
The eldest brother is not a tolerant person, so he has to come to find this.
Even if it's only a penny or two.
He does it all.
"It's not your business, you go back."
Jiang Rao's tears rolled in the sockets of his eyes uncomfortably.
Seeing that she didn't leave, Fourth Master Jiang put on a straight face, and threatened her angrily, "Go back! If you don't leave, I'll go back to the prison in the Metropolitan Procuratorate tonight!"
Jiang Rao stomped her feet angrily, turned and left.
Fourth Master Jiang looked at her back, and there were thousands of words in his heart, which finally turned into a long sigh.
When his daughter was a child, when he saw her cry, he would definitely lift Xiao Douding to his shoulders, tell her to ride unsteadily on his neck, and take her to buy candy.
The little girl was so coaxable, she gave her something sweet, and she stopped crying immediately.
It would be nice if I had sugar on me right now.
Fourth Master Jiang looked down at his gray robe, his hands were empty, and he laughed at himself.
How can there be so many ifs
If he had known that such a thing would happen, he would never drink alcohol in his life.
…
Although Jiang Rao left the inn, she did not return home.
The moonlight hung high outside, and the night darkened.
The old uncle went to the palace to see Emperor Zhaowu, and Jiang Qinshi took Jiang Qinshi back to Qin's house to find a way.
Jiang Rao staggered along the bird clothing alley, visiting from house to house, begging to see her.
She thought that if one person said that the painting was not her father, it would not be credible enough. If ten or hundreds of people said no, Emperor Zhaowu would definitely hesitate.
She was the first to knock on the door of Yan Mansion.
Mr. Yan took his wife and children back to his hometown to handle his father's funeral. Only the housekeeper and servants were in Yan's house.
other people...
Jiang Rao didn't knock on the door of any of them.
Everyone ran away when they saw her, as if seeing a plague god.
Along the way, her footsteps were firm at first, but later became slow, hesitant and aimless.
In her dream, she had already experienced such a scene. No one would help her after her home was ransacked.
She thought that she had seen through people's feelings, but she actually went through it again, but her heart was still frozen.
The snowflakes fell like goose feathers, she shivered, her shoulders were suddenly heavy, and a cloak fell down.
It was a man's cloak. Jiang Rao looked back and saw Pei Songyu.
He seemed to come in a hurry, with unmelted snow still on his head, "I know you're worried about your father, the curfew is coming soon, stop wandering outside, you go back with me first."
Jiang Rao raised her eyes in panic, "Cousin?"
Like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving driftwood, her pupils suddenly lit up, "You know my father's character, he must have been wronged, help me to persuade the emperor."
As long as there is one person who is willing to stand up and speak for her father, those who are watching may also stand up.
As long as Emperor Zhaowu can be convinced that the words were not written by her father, nothing will happen to her father and Uncle Ning An's House.
Her almond eyes were filled with a layer of desolate water, with all-out persistence and hope, she was neither crying nor fussing, but she looked trembling.
Pei Songyu gave her a distressed look.
But he hesitated for a moment, and did not agree to Jiang Rao.
He just came out of Dali Temple.
Everyone who had seen that painting said that it was Jiang Xingzhou's painting.
Older people in Beijing all remember that playboy Jiang Xingzhou who was crazy and made troubles.
Even some young people of the younger generation have heard from their parents how unrestrained Jiang Xingzhou, who is now known as the holy hand, was when he was young.
The most arrogant young master of the Jiang family in Jinling.
At the age of twenty or so, he lived a wanton and flamboyant life.
It was only when he got married and started a business that he became weak.
Back then he didn't even respect the heaven and the earth, let alone the emperor.
Regardless of the handwriting, just looking at the style of that poem, it already resembled Jiang Xingzhou's style when he was young.
Emperor Zhaowu himself was familiar with Jiang Xingzhou's painting style and writing style, and invited countless people who were familiar with Jiang Xingzhou's calligraphy and painting style to inspect the paintings.
No one dared to say that the painter was not Jiang Xingzhou.
People who have reached the pinnacle, even those who can't imitate again, can't learn to have both form and spirit.
There is only one Jiang Xingzhou in the world.
The previous sentence was a compliment from the world to Jiang Xingzhou.
Today, it became a sentence that made him unable to stand up.
"I can't deceive you."
The light in Jiang Rao's eyes was shattered little by little, and the light dimmed.
Seeing her disappointed eyes, Pei Songyu frowned, and said seriously, "I owe fourth master's kindness, but I have my own difficulties. If fourth master makes other mistakes, I can protect him. Alone with King Jing..."
It took a lot of effort for him to climb from the small village to Jinling, and it took a lot of effort to climb to the position where the young masters in Jinling were born.
He couldn't accept that he fell short.
Jiang Rao turned her face to the side.
Even he felt that her father had followed Prince Jing, so what about others
"Your father is now in a difficult place, you follow me. Even if you are reduced to slavery, although you can no longer be married, at least I can let you live comfortably in the future and not be bullied by others. Otherwise, have you ever thought about it? If a girl from a rich family like you is demoted to a lowly status, what will you suffer?"
Seeing that Jiang Rao didn't move, he felt anxious, and said what Jiang Siye forbade him to reveal, "Your father asked me to come to you, why can't you figure it out?"
Pei Songyu's cheek suddenly hurt, and the cloak was thrown back directly on his face.
Jiang Rao took a step back.
She trembled all over, "I will never figure it out in my life."
He turned his head abruptly and ran outside the alley of Bird Clothes Lane.
Pei Songyu caught the cloak and raised his foot to chase after it.
The servant behind him stopped him, "My lord, don't chase after me, if the impeachment falls on you..."
Pei Songyu hesitantly retracted his feet, and finally stopped in an empty alley.
People in Bird Clothes Lane walked all over, as well as outside Bird Clothes Lane.
She went door to door looking for the houses that her father had contacted with in her memory.
But no matter inside or outside the alley, no family is willing to say a word for her father.
If the heart is kind, she will ask the servants to come out and tell her a few excuses that it is inconvenient to meet guests. If the heart is cold, she will directly lock the door.
Jiang Rao has never been so desperate for a moment.
She hugged her arms and walked on the street like a lonely soul.
By a window of the inn in the distance, a figure pointed at her lonely figure, "Even if a dog rushed to bite her today, no one would beat her up."
"Pitiful."
There was no trace of pity in Shen Xiuying's eyes, but Wei Yin curled her lips with a happy smile.
This desolate and terrified appearance overlapped with the obedient little maid in her previous life memory.
After being reborn, she originally wanted to find that humble little maid and watch her joke.
She even wanted to buy her into the mansion, but she didn't expect that after she was reborn, she discovered that Jiang Rao had a background that was far beyond her reach.
The only sense of superiority in the previous life suddenly disappeared.
"Girl, it's late at night, we should go back."
"hold on."
She wasn't satisfied enough.
No matter how panicked and helpless that little maid in the previous life seemed, with the protection of the new emperor, how could she really suffer.
It was the first time she saw such a miserable appearance, so she naturally wanted to appreciate it for a while.
Shen Xiuying curled her lips, and said casually: "The curfew is coming soon, if she dares to hang out on the street again, she will be caught by the police. Her father has an accident, who can protect her?"
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The official office of the Ministry of Industry.
There was a lamp burning on Rong Ting's table, and the candles had been burned very short. At this moment, someone came back, "It's late at night, and the curfew is almost here. It's time for His Royal Highness to go back."
Rong Ting blew out the candle and walked out together with him. The official said, "I see that you have a lot of papers piled up on your desk. It must have taken a lot of effort to read them. I don't know how Mr. Chen has experienced you. ,Is it good or bad."
Rong Ting blinked his dry eyes, but did not answer.
"You are young, but you have a stable temperament. You shut yourself off for a whole day, and you didn't hear anything outside the window. There is a lot of commotion in the capital today." The man walked with Rong Ting for a while, and saw that he was taciturn, as if not Knowing what happened in Jinling today, I couldn't help being curious, "You really didn't hear anything?"
"I'm thinking about the Yunling Plank Road."
Chen Bing didn't succeed in trying to claim credit, so he might tamper with the plank road. If something happened to the plank road, it would only be his fault.
He would use the same method to harm others, so he would naturally guard against others harming him like this.
The official clicked his tongue, "Are you not interested in the remnants of Prince Jing?"
"The fourth master in Uncle Ning'an's mansion may be the remnants of Prince Jing. I saw the painting where the fourth master committed the crime. It is his handwriting. It is probably true. If you follow him, King Jing may be the one Found it."
The wheelchair stopped immediately.
The two had already gone outside the palace, the swaying light and shadow of the palace lantern hit Rong Ting's sinking complexion.
He looked at the officials in front of him seriously, "Lord Liao, don't talk nonsense."
"It's not nonsense." The official approached the stable and pulled the horse's rein, "I heard that his daughter is begging for help, and it seems that she hasn't returned yet, tsk, but before the matter is clear, how can anyone dare to help her? Maybe he will be said to be the remnants of Prince Jing, that would be death..."
Before he could say the word "crime," a voice came from behind him, "Master Liao, borrow a horse."
The official was taken aback.
At the same time, the closed door drum announcing the beginning of the curfew sounded in the distance.
A figure stepped on his feet and got on his horse. In the blink of an eye, the horse flew away in the dust.
Liao Qiubai glanced around, his horse was ridden away, two steps behind him, the wheelchair was empty, and the figure of its owner was nowhere to be seen.
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Jiang Rao dragged her tired body towards Ning'an Bo's Mansion in Bird Clothes Lane.
Her head was buried very low, tired and flustered, like a bird that couldn't find a place to stay, her eyes were full of panic and uneasiness.
It was exactly as her mother said.
The closed door drum sounded, one after another.
The gate of the city three miles away was suddenly closed, and the yamen was engraved, and the "day engraving" was over.
Jiang Rao heard the drumming of the closed door, and her pace quickened.
But she was bumped by a person who was walking towards her, and she fell directly to the ground.
The teardrops swirled big and big.
Not the time to cry.
She endured it, the position of her ankle seemed to be pierced by a blade, and it hurt sharply, she was stuck in the snow for a long time and couldn't get up.
The perplexity and grievance escalated to the extreme along with the pain in the ankle bone.
Her father was generous and righteous, and gave away Qianjin's calligraphy and paintings as soon as he asked, why is there no door willing to open for her today.
Even though she knew that adding flowers to the cake was easy but giving charcoal in the snow was difficult, but she still felt uncomfortable.
The lanterns on the street were blown from time to time by the wind.
By the window of the inn, Shen Xiuying smiled deeper as she looked at the petite figure knocked to the ground on the bumpy snowy road.
The maid who bumped into Jiang Rao just now opened the door and came back, she didn't turn her head, and said calmly, "Good job."
She looked at Jiang Rao who tried again and again but couldn't get up, and smiled, "Since your father is so nervous, why don't I give you a chance to be filial."
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After a few times, Jiang Rao stood up despite the pain.
Because of the pain in his ankle, he bent his waist slightly when walking, like a person collecting firewood on the road, walking back step by step, staggering.
But she seemed to feel no pain, her face was full of resentment and anger towards herself and God, hating herself for walking too slowly, hating the night coming too early.
Tomorrow, as soon as the missing time is exhausted and the curfew is lifted, she will continue to look for it.
I haven't been to Bailu Academy, the south of the city and the west of the city.
She still has to find a way to see the painting.
She dragged her injured foot forward, it was not a long way, but it seemed to have no end.
Hunting in the north wind, I suddenly heard the neighing of horses.
Jiang Rao turned around.
There is a long street ten miles behind me, and the ground is frosty on a windy, snowy and moonlit night.
Tall horses come against the flow of people.
The young man turned over and got off the horse quickly. Before she could react, the sole of his foot lightened, and he held him on his arm in the posture of holding a child.