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Liao Qiubai's voice was serious, "Tonight, the Metropolitan Procuratorate has sent people to besiege Ning Anbo's mansion, and even the Qin mansion has been implicated. If the case hadn't been settled, why would they be so anxious to go to war? I'm afraid it will be dawn, The trial for Jiang Siye will come out."
Rong Ting nodded, but his tone was very calm, "There are still four hours before dawn."
He got up to leave.
His expression cooled down.
If the Qin family is involved, Liao Qiubai's words that there will be a trial after dawn are not bluffing.
Even if he wanted to find out who was behind this incident, he had to stop his father from issuing a trial edict prematurely.
With his father's arrogant personality, if the imperial edict came first, even if he made a wrong judgment, he might not recognize it later for the sake of his so-called face.
Thinking of this made him feel troublesome. Before leaving the mansion, he went back to the inner courtyard, looked at the little girl who was sleeping peacefully on his bed, raised his fingers to draw on her eyebrows and eyes, and slowly opened her frowning eyebrows.
After looking at her for a long time, he suddenly got close to her face, raised her sideburns, as if biting her ear, and murmured viciously, "You are not allowed to marry someone else."
Satisfied, he stepped out of the courtyard and called Huai Qing.
"If I go here, if I don't return for a long time, if something happens to Uncle Ning An's residence, no matter what method I use, I will take her to find Concubine Yun immediately."
…
Jiang Rao fell into a drowsy sleep, and her dreams were all messy. For a while, she dreamed that her father knelt down to the officers and soldiers who came to search the house, for a while, she dreamed of her uncle, and finally dreamed of a figure in the imperial study room in the palace. Kneeling outside for a long time, heavy snow fell, almost burying him.
She couldn't see the man's back clearly, she looked vaguely at the red palace walls, the sky was dark, and the man's body was dark and red, which was diluted by the snow.
…
Five watch, outside the imperial study.
Emperor Zhaowu directly stayed in the imperial study room yesterday, and Li Ren, the eunuch who served beside him, went to the kitchen to deliver meals in the morning, but when he saw the figure kneeling in the outer courtyard of the imperial study room, his footsteps stopped.
That figure was covered in snow, the top of the head and shoulders had accumulated a thick layer of snow, more than the snow on the branches, it seemed that it had been waiting here for a long time.
The snow in the sky was still falling, and more and more snow fell on him, gradually becoming a snowman. Looking at the imprints under his knees and the snow accumulated on the wheelchair beside him, he never moved a step.
The lonely and precarious figure in the wind and snow looked stubborn and pitiful.
Li Ren looked up at the still dark sky, frowned, grabbed a young eunuch on duty and asked, "When did His Highness the Ninth Prince come?"
"His Royal Highness Jiu issued an urgent order last night and entered the palace in the middle of the night. Since then, he has been waiting here to see His Majesty. His Majesty did not sleep well last night because of the fourth master of the Jiang family. He woke up and took a walk in the courtyard. His Highness waited here and said no, but His Highness Ninth Kneeled directly... until now."
"He wants to intercede for Jiang Xingzhou?"
"yes… "
Li Ren's expression changed.
It was because of Fourth Master Jiang that Emperor Zhaowu stayed in the study all night. All day yesterday, Concubine Yun Gui asked to see her several times, but Emperor Zhaowu lost all the pampering feelings towards her in the past and completely ignored her.
"Your Majesty is in a bad mood, why didn't you persuade His Highness the Ninth Prince to leave?" Li Ren reprimanded with some displeasure.
The little eunuch was extremely aggrieved, "I have already told His Highness the Ninth Prince, but the Ninth Highness just won't leave."
Li Ren didn't speak any more, thought for a while, and walked towards Rong Ting by himself.
Li Ren stopped in front of Rong Ting, bent down, and said in a low voice, "I have seen Your Highness the Ninth Prince."
"Your Highness Ninth, the Holy Majesty is determined not to see anyone. Yesterday, the imperial concubine came several times, and the Holy Majesty was not even seen."
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In Emperor Zhaowu's heart, Concubine Yun was more important than his nine sons.
Even Concubine Yun can't see her, so how could he see her
Li Ren almost didn't say the words "retire in spite of difficulties" on the surface.
"If Father doesn't see me, I'll keep kneeling here."
Seeing that Rong Ting didn't seem to hear his subtext, Li Ren frowned, his expression was exactly the same as Liao Qiubai's when he knew Rong Ting was going to intercede for Fourth Master Jiang, and he couldn't understand why he rushed to die.
He shook his head, and all his incomprehension turned into a sigh, "You can't see it."
Not only can't you see it, but you will also touch Emperor Zhaowu's bad luck. When the emperor is angry, these slaves will also suffer.
"The case has been settled. If you know the current affairs, go back quickly."
Rong Ting's figure still didn't move, the long eyelashes were covered with snow, and every time he blinked, he looked very heavy, "Please tell me something, if my father asks, don't say that I am here for you." Fourth master begs for mercy, tell me that the painting is not fourth master's."
Li Ren couldn't understand his behavior, he stopped meddling, and went to the kitchen to deliver the meal, and when he came back, seeing Rong Ting still where he was, he shook his head again.
How impressed he was with Rong Ting in the hunting ground martial arts test before, how disappointed he is today.
How can a clear-headed person do anything to rush to death.
Li Ren went back to the imperial study, and Emperor Zhaowu was standing by the window not long after he got up.
Hearing the news of Li Ren's return, he turned around, "Is he still leaving?"
"Yes..." Li Ren answered bravely.
Emperor Zhaowu's face darkened.
Li Ren murmured in confusion, and said, "The servant has informed him and told him to go back, but he still wants to wait for His Majesty to see him."
"Continue to tell him that all beggars will disappear." Emperor Zhaowu turned his head and stopped looking outside the courtyard, "Such a crime of undermining the majesty of the royal family cannot be lightly forgiven."
Li Ren suddenly remembered Rong Ting's words, and said without hope: "His Royal Highness said that he did not come to intercede for Fourth Master Jiang, he said, that painting does not belong to Fourth Master."
Emperor Zhaowu stopped his feet suddenly and narrowed his eyes.
…
After a while, Rong Ting was called into the imperial study.
Unlike those imperial brothers who could be followed by Emperor Zhaowu since childhood, he only set foot in the imperial study room twice in more than ten years.
One time was the time when he came back from Yecheng and was heard, and the other time was today.
His face was frozen by the wind and snow, and his body trembled slightly when he came in. Emperor Zhaowu glanced at him suppressing the anger in his heart. More than one person came to check the words on this painting, and no one questioned the result, but you said no, I would like to hear, where is this painting fake?"
He also didn't want to deal with Jiang Xingzhou, and if he punished Jiang Xingzhou, Qin Yun might be at odds with him for a few years.
But if Jiang Xingzhou really colluded with King Jing and allowed such a person to live safely in the world, where is the dignity of the royal family
"Is that painting at Father's place?" Rong Ting said in a deep voice, "I want to take a look."
With a cold face, Emperor Zhaowu knocked on the table, signaling the eunuch to present the painting.
Rong Ting saw this painting for the first time, and looked at it for a while, Emperor Zhaowu said from the side: "If you say that the word doesn't look like it, it won't be of any use."
Rong Ting shook his head.
He looked down at the painting, originally just wanted to take a look, but gradually frowned.
His fingers pressed against the silk cloth of the drawing paper, stroked it slowly, and raised it with a little force, looking at his fingertips, his expression moved slightly.
Rong Ting spread his fingers in front of Emperor Zhaowu, "The person who impeached said this painting was made more than 20 years ago, and the signature was indeed 22 years ago. It's a little fresher."
Stands on fingers without a speck of powder.
He pressed the butterfly on the drawing paper with the fingertips of his other hand, "It stands to reason that both the butterfly and the poem were written by Fourth Master when he was drunk, but after rubbing the ink of the butterfly with his hand, it turned into powder. This is what ink blots from more than ten years ago should look like."
Emperor Zhaowu waved his hand and asked Li Ren to try it too. Li Ren raised his hand in astonishment, "Your Majesty, that's really the case."
Emperor Zhaowu's face finally shook, "You mean..."
"The painting is from the past, but the words on it are newly written by someone." Rong Ting rolled up the painting and said, "The person who impeached is just because the painting has the words 'made after drinking'." It is said that this painting and this poem were all composed after being drunk, but after Jiang Siye returned to Jinling, he did not seem to have been drunk."
"But if it wasn't for him, who could have written this character like this?" Emperor Zhaowu still frowned, "Even if it is imitated, there is no one in Jinling who has such a similar handwriting as him. As long as this character is written by him, no matter whether it is two More than ten years ago, or today, it was disrespectful."
"There is a strange thing." Rong Ting said sincerely, "If the audience is full of money and wrongly blames Fourth Master, fearing that the father will lose his prestige and the trust of the courtiers, the ministers are worried about this, so they will enter the palace overnight. "
Emperor Zhaowu valued face very much, so he really hesitated.
He frowned and thought for a long time, and finally said with an extremely headache, "You go and investigate. If there is really someone who is behind the scenes, I will let Jiang Xingzhou go."
When Li Ren sent Rong Ting out, his attitude became eager again.
Rong Ting frowned slightly.
What he just said was just an excuse he had prepared.
Emperor Zhaowu liked fame and valued face, so he persuaded him with this point.
But I never thought that this painting is really strange.
But as others have seen, who can be exactly like Jiang Xingzhou's handwriting, except Jiang Xingzhou himself
…
Jiang Rao was awakened by the coolness on her ankle.
After waking up, her head was heavy. She turned her eyes and saw the person who was rubbing her ankle by the couch.
She suddenly sat up with a dry tongue, looked at the black figure beside the bed, and asked in a weak voice, "Why are you here?"
She rubbed her eyes and looked outside, she obviously felt that she had slept for a long time, but she didn't expect that it was still dark outside, and suddenly her ankles became colder, and she shrank back from the cold.
The hand that was rubbing her ankle was so cold.
It's not the coolness that comes out of his hands naturally, but the coolness that has been buried in the snow for a long time and almost freezes his bones through.
Rong Ting pressed her sprained ankle with his fingers, and held the snow to cover it, and said in a soft voice: "It is said in medical books that it is best to apply cold compresses to sprained areas. It will be better sooner."
"How many days has it been?" Jiang Rao looked at the blue eyes in Rong Ting's eyes, and asked uneasily, "I took your bed, you are in the study, maybe you can sleep well?"
Even after sleeping for a whole day and night, her little face was still a little pale and haggard.
"Of course it's good." Rong Ting didn't continue to pretend to be good and pitiful.
He looked up at her, smiled indifferently, and covered up the fact that he hadn't slept all night, "It's only one watch, you can sleep for a while."
The medicine he fed her could make her sleepy for a day and a night, and after a while, he would continue to feed her another bowl of medicine.
He didn't want her to suffer any more, so he might as well let her sleep peacefully before the truth came to light.
Today he has searched all over Jinling City and west of the Qinhuai River, and there is no one who can imitate Jiang Siye's handwriting into ten likenesses, and even no one who can make it into ten likenesses.
But it's not impossible.
He is not a person who only walks the bright and righteous way.
If the counterfeiter cannot be found, at least a scapegoat must be found.
Jiang Rao's eyes flickered, and through the door that was blown open by the wind, he saw the snow on the snow outside.
Only one more day, the snow outside became so thick
Rong Ting got up and went to close the door, and when he came back, he gave Jiang Rao some medicine.
Her little head was drooping, and her face was a little reluctant. Rong Ting coaxed her: "If you drink the medicine, your foot injury will heal faster.
Jiang Rao lowered her eyes, took the bowl obediently, and drank the medicine.
But after Rong Ting left, he got up from the bed, ran to the door, choked his throat, and quietly spit out half of it.
But after swallowing the few mouthfuls of medicine, the effect of the medicine took effect quickly, and her head began to feel a little dizzy again. She grabbed Xue and pressed it into her neck, and finally became sober.