The fourth prince's face changed suddenly, he raised his leg, and kicked Wang Zhou's back.
It took ten percent of my strength.
There was a heavy muffled sound.
Wang Zhou's body fell straight to the ground and passed out.
The fourth prince breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the corner of his robe, and quickly knelt down in front of the emperor, "It's my servant who is not good at things and disturbed my father, the emperor!"
The fourth prince secretly raised his eyes to look at Emperor Zhaowu, and saw that Emperor Zhaowu's face was gloomy like dense clouds.
He gritted his teeth secretly, his brows furrowed extremely deeply.
He shouldn't have been involved in this matter.
Naihe Jia and the queen arranged for him to come.
Empress Jiahe is his cousin and aunt, and he has both prosperity and loss with him.
Only at this time did he realize that Jiahe Empress insisted on letting him come.
If he hadn't been here today, if he had been another official, he would have really stabbed this unscrupulous man named Wang Zhou!
Fortunately, he reacted in time and kicked him unconscious, which prevented Wang Zhou from succeeding.
"Stay flat." Emperor Zhaowu said.
The fourth prince stood up, gestured to the yamen servant with his eyes, and told him to quickly drag out Wang Zhou who had fainted. He himself followed Emperor Zhaowu respectfully, and said with concern: "Father is always in charge of everything, why do you want to come to my son?" Come?"
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Emperor Zhaowu said, "I'm here to take a look at Xiao Jiu's case."
The fourth prince was startled, but said: "Father wanted to come and see, but he didn't inform his ministers, and even asked this troublemaker to find a loophole, which almost surprised the father."
But doubts abounded in my heart.
His father ascended the throne when he was young. After he ascended the throne, he cleared up the rest of the party and the government. He was busy with government affairs and lacked skills. Those of them who are princes may only be able to look at their father from a distance at the banquet throughout the year.
The child of an unpopular concubine didn't even have a chance to see his father at the banquet.
Like a child without a father.
What's more, Emperor Zhaowu was not a person who paid attention to the relationship between his sons and daughters, and seldom put his energy on his children. He had nearly twenty children, and some of them never saw him from birth to death.
In his father's heart, he should have been an obscure son who would not attract attention even after his death.
Compared with those children who died young, he only had one more life.
Why did the royal father pay attention to Rong Ting
Emperor Zhaowu said: "I just thought of it suddenly."
He put Qin Lian's letter aside after reading it, but when he had nothing to do, he thought of the agreement he had made with the foreign envoys who came here a few days ago, and when he was bored, he thought of Xiao Jiu.
It's just that Emperor Zhaowu squinted his eyes and thought for a while, but even the appearance of his ninth son was a little vague.
I only vaguely remember that he looks very similar to his mother, and his appearance is very good.
If other people have a bit or two of their color, they can bear a beautiful word.
It's a pity that the fate is the same. One died of blood collapse when giving birth, and the other was seriously injured by an arrow while hunting.
Emperor Zhaowu felt a little annoyed.
If Xiao Jiu's legs are not good for a long time, it will be his face that will be lost when Di Qiang comes to pay tribute next year.
Emperor Zhaowu's face was gloomy, and he asked the fourth prince, "I have clearly arranged you in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, why are you judging this case in the Ministry of Criminal Justice today?"
The fourth prince received the queen's instructions, and he had already prepared the answer to the water, "The ninth brother was bullied, and the minister has always been concerned about it. Only by handling the case in person can he rest assured."
The emperor nodded, remembering that the queen is the cousin of the fourth prince, Xiao Jiu was raised under the queen's knee, and the two of them have a better personal relationship, which is normal, "I know you love your brother."
The fourth prince's heart relaxed, he pretended to be humble, lowered his eyes, and said in his heart that his cousin's aunt was clever, and she had expected his father's return early and made him ready.
Emperor Zhaowu asked at this time, "I heard that person complaining about being wronged just now, what's going on?"
The fourth prince said: "That man is a rascal, the villain should sue first, he bullied Xiao Jiu, I will definitely not spare him lightly!"
Gritted teeth expression.
Emperor Zhaowu heard the excessive anger in his tone, but frowned, "If you were to try this case, I'm afraid that the people outside will comment that you are biased towards your brother, which is unfair."
"Come here." Emperor Zhaowu summoned the eunuch beside him, "pass down my oral order to transfer this case to Minister Cui Li, and re-argue tomorrow before making a verdict."
The eunuch smiled and agreed, "Your Majesty is very considerate, and this slave will do it now."
The fourth prince was taken aback for a moment.
Totally did not expect this to happen.
Substitute for trial
Or the most upright and upright minister in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Cui Li
If it was Cui Li, there would be no room for him and the queen to control.
It is very likely that the matter of withholding monthly money and mistreating Xiaojiu cannot be hidden.
It was as if a bucket of ice water was poured from head to toe in a cold day, the fourth prince was stunned for a moment as if frozen, not knowing what to do.
Emperor Zhaowu rubbed his temples and walked outside the hall.
He was thinking about the competition with Fanbang next year, and he wanted to spare some time to visit Xiaojiu in person to see how he was recovering from his injury, so he must not make him lose face next year.
…
Wang Zhou was escorted to Jinling, and Jiang Rao couldn't get any news about him for a while, so she pinned her hopes on her dreams.
As a result, the more she thought about what she wanted to dream, the more she actually dreamed, but it didn't unfold as she expected.
She dreamed about what happened before.
It's not what she experienced, but what happened to Rong Ting when she was a child.
In the dream, colorful lights were hung everywhere, and it was very lively, it should be a festival.
All the children were wearing new clothes, and they were running around with a smile on their faces.
Rong Ting, however, was wearing a shabby little gown, and was out of tune with the people around him. His small body was shrunk behind a tree, his head was tilted, his eyes were exposed, and he was watching secretly.
His eyes were not as carefree as those of children of the same age, they were full of envy and doubt.
Why do other kids have everything.
He has nothing.
…
Outside, there was a sudden loud noise.
It was Ming Shao who spoke, "Young master, come back half an hour later, the girl is still awake."
Jiang Rao rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up, took a cloak and lay down on the bed, walked to the outside room, just as she lifted the curtain, a soft ball threw herself on her thigh.
Xiaotuanzi said happily: "Sister is awake."
Holding something in his hand, he kept shouting: "Sister, sister, help me get some cinnabar."
Jiang Rao supported his younger brother, looked at the cinnabar box in his hand, and asked in confusion, "Want some cinnabar?"
Ming Shao spoke up, "Girl, today is a festival here in Yecheng, and it's spring. Order cinnabar and eat sweets, which means sweetness and peace throughout the year."
Jiang Jinxing, who was lying on Jiang Rao's lap, pouted and begged her, "I want to be safe."
Amused by his eagerness, she opened the cinnabar box, wiped the cinnabar on her fingertips, and pressed it on the middle of his forehead.
Because of this blush, the small round face like a big fat peanut has the festive look of the lucky doll in the New Year painting.
Jiang Jinxing ran to the bronze mirror and took a look, very satisfied.
He ran back to Jiang Rao's side again, stretched out his chubby fingers, wanting to help her light some cinnabar, "I also want to give sister peace."
After ordering the cinnabar, he was completely satisfied, and ran out to play at a brisk pace.
Ming Shao went out for a while, and came back from the outside with an oiled paper bag in her hand.
Jiang Rao asked her, "What is this in your hand?"
Ming Shao weighed the oiled paper bag, "I don't know who sent it, but there is a handwritten prescription pressed on it, which is for removing bruises. I asked the doctor in the mansion to read it. The prescription is a good prescription, and the medicine is also a good medicine." , the doctor asked me to take it for the girl."
She said: "Girl's skin is cloudy white and delicate. If there is a scar, the servants will feel distressed and pity. This medicine does not need to be taken internally. It is not bitter. Girl, don't hide it."
Jiang Rao knew that she was talking about her avoiding the medicine, her ears were red, and she took the prescription and took a look, only to see that the pen was flying like a dragon, and the iron was drawing a silver hook, which surprised her who was writing like a dog, "This The words are beautiful."
"No, show this word to the master, maybe he will say it looks good."
Jiang Siye's handwriting has reached the pinnacle and has become a school. No one in Dazhao can match it. Once a scroll of calligraphy and painting was worth a restaurant, and the owner of the restaurant was delighted to say that he had made money.
Brilliant, it is unavoidable to be arrogant, narcissistic and wild, and dismissive of other people's words.
Jiang Rao felt that although she said the word was pretty, it might not make her father like it.
After all, she had never heard her father say that someone else's handwriting was beautiful.
She handed Fang Zi to Ming Shao, "Put it away, and thank you when you find out who it is later."
The street was noisy and noisy, with a festive atmosphere, Jiang Rao couldn't help but think of the dream just now.
Looking at the child who was hiding behind the tree as if abandoned, she wished that she could go back to the past and hug that poor, lonely child.
She sighed lightly, and said to Ming Shao: "Help me prepare the cinnabar and caramel, I'm going to the west of the city."
…
The noise of children playing in the street.
This year's Spring Festival is much more lively than previous years. The snow melts and the sky is warm, which is a sign that Yecheng is about to unblock, and the city is full of celebrations.
On the street, children nestled in the arms of adults, begging for sweets, and yelling happily when they got the sweets.
Rong Ting's house was surrounded by silence and desolation.
There was a medical book spread out on the table, and he was sitting in a wheelchair. According to the technique in the medical book, he pressed his palms hard and rubbed his injured leg.
He frowned deeply, and there was a crease between his brows, obviously the pain was severe, but he endured it.
The sounds from the street fell into my ears one after another, Rong Ting closed the window with cold eyes.
The noisy voice became lighter, and the impatience in his heart was suppressed a little.
When I was a child, I was stupid, and I still looked forward to the festival.
Want new clothes, want gifts that other children have, even if it's just a blessing.
But later he saw clearly that a worthless prince was not even qualified to receive a blessing.
No matter how worthless something is, he doesn't deserve it.
Over time, I hate all festivals.
Thick irritability rose between Rong Ting's brows again, his long and narrow eyes narrowed, and the peak of his eyebrows implied a sharp hostility.
Beside the door, there was a sudden knocking sound.