Xiao Yanjun, who still didn't know the truth of the matter, was glad that Li Fei had found such a skilled craftsman from nowhere and was able to make a King Hu's Seal that was enough to deceive Jing Qibin. It's spicy, either you can't bear it, or you can kill it with one blow!
Now, seeing Xiao Zi and Mu Baba coming to bear this fatal blow together, Xiao Yanjun was overjoyed and said to him: "I naturally believe in the character of the seventh brother, but I'm afraid, I can't let him The world is convinced..."
Xiao Zimu's back was straight, his face was unusually stern, his brows were slightly frowned, his chin was slightly raised, his eyes were looking at him with a cold look and he asked: "What does Fourth Brother mean, that even I can't be his guarantee?"
A look of sincere trust appeared on Xiao Yanjun's face, but what he said was: "Why do you need the seventh brother to be a guarantee? The young marquis can prove his innocence and write the contents of the letter immediately, so that the three halls can If you discern it, won’t you put an end to this world, Youyou’s mouth.”
Xiao Zimu's face collapsed, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "If I insist on it, I will guarantee it with all my strength."
"Fourth brother is naturally on your side." A smile appeared on Xiao Yanjun's face, but after finishing speaking, the courtier on the right looked out of the hall, raised his eyebrows and said, "I just want to ask The people outside the hall and the courtiers, believe it or not..."
Min Zhisong, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, was glanced at by Xiao Yanjun, and he immediately said to Xiao Zimu: "I hope His Highness the Seventh Prince will not stop him. It should be a letter written by the young marquis himself, and not only handed over to the third hall." , we, the courtiers, should also be given a hand and an eye."
Except for the livid-faced Xie Jiming and the ugly-faced Xu Wanjun, the courtiers all echoed in agreement.
What a big deal this is. They, the pillars of the country, are naturally qualified and should take a look at it.
The people outside the hall also started shouting: "We don't believe those who burned corpses!"
"Let him write it!"
"Write! Write! Write!"
The voices gradually became unified, one voice louder than the other...
Kong Changhui was in a dilemma at this time, although he did not believe that Xia Chu would do such a thing of collaborating with the enemy and treason.
But looking at Xiao Zimu's protective attitude, this letter was probably true and was written by Xia Chu.
Feng Zhen walked up to him at some point, tilted his head towards him, and purred to the audience: "Master Kong, if you don't send someone to prepare pens, inks, paper and inkstones, I'm afraid you won't be able to end the situation. …”
Xiao Zimu was extremely anxious. If it hadn't been for the Lantern Festival night in early summer when he was in the limelight, he could have found an excuse to be illiterate and be treated as a straw bag, which would be better than collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country.
Now, even this stupid excuse can no longer be used.
He forced himself to think calmly, but with the shouts of the people and the shouts of the courtiers, how could he calm down.
Xiao Zimu gritted his teeth, turned around and walked towards the lost Xia Chu, grabbed his wrist and whispered in his ear: "Call Raven quickly, let's fight him out alive!"
After being pulled by him like this, Xia Chu gradually regained consciousness. When he heard him mention the raven, his eyes darkened.
Su Qian'an was sent to Han Yang by him, but the raven disappeared by chance. At first, he thought that the raven might have returned to the mausoleum gate on its own.
Now it seems that it may not be true...
"A Chu, it's too late, let's rush out!" Xiao Zimu tightened his grip on Xia Chu's wrist.
Xia Chu raised his eyes to look at him. The anxious and worried look on his face was what Xia Chu was most afraid of and what he least wanted to see.
That look was exactly the same as his expression when he was slowly and arduously walking toward him after being pierced by thousands of arrows in his previous life...
That look made Xia Chu feel frightened, as if he was falling into the abyss.
"Ah Chu!" Xiao Zimu saw that his expression suddenly became very painful and he didn't know why.
But now there was no time to immerse himself in it. He pulled Xia Chu and turned around to take him away.
"I'll write." Xia Chu put his other hand on his shoulder. Xiao Zimu paused and turned to look at him in disbelief.
Xiao Zimu even began to suspect that he was not so clear-headed. How could he write this
With this stroke, it is equivalent to a confession...
Burning corpses can still save one's life, but this traitor to the enemy and the country will cost the prince and his head!
Xiao Zimu turned his head and planned to take him away by force, but Xia Chu's voice came from behind him: "Master Kong, please prepare some paper, ink, pen and inkstone."
Xiao Zimu froze on the spot and allowed Xia Chu to open his clenched fingers one by one. He looked at Xia Chu's figure with despair.
Every time Xia Chu broke off a finger, his heart cracked.
Kong Changhui was forced by Feng Zhen to prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone. Although he had never seen Xia Chu's handwriting, looking at Xiao Zimu's protective posture, he did not dare to let Xia Chu write.
Now that Xia Chu had brought it up himself, he could no longer grit his teeth and insisted, so he ordered the Yamen servants to prepare.
The two yamen servants were very agile. In a short time, they carried a desk and covered it with paper, ink, pen and inkstone.
Xia Chu turned to look at Xiao Zimu and smiled calmly at him: "Excuse me, Zimu, grind it for me."
Xiao Zimu didn't want to and was very reluctant. What was the difference between this and asking him to send Xia Chu off on his way? He instinctively resisted...
He even shook his head and took two steps back.
"Zi Mu, trust me." Xia Chu glanced in the direction of the inkstone.
Xiao Zimu paused, he couldn't refuse this sentence.
He always believed in him.
Xiao Zimu stepped forward, picked up the sleeve of his right robe with his left hand, and polished it for him with his right hand.
When Xia Chu touched the pen, Xiao Zimu's heart trembled.
Xia Chu dipped in ink and started writing. Xiao Zimu didn't even dare to look sideways and turned his head away slightly.
"Okay." There were only seven words in total. Xia Chu finished it in one breath and smoothly pulled out the rice paper from under the ruler.
Xiao Zimu watched the yamen servant on the side come up to get it, and finally couldn't help but turn his head and look at the rice paper following the yamen servant's figure.
At this sight, his pupils suddenly narrowed and he was filled with shock.
He took the rice paper with wet ink from Xia Chu's hand in disbelief, and there were seven words written on it: You can train in peace, I am in peace.
But this running script, instead of the domineering and wild cursive script of the past, is clearly Ruoshui regular script written by a skilled and neat hand!
The officer who came over looked at Xiao Zimu holding the calligraphy of Xia Chu in his hand, his face was stunned, and he had no choice but to say to him: "Your Majesty, the Seventh Highness, the calligraphy of Xiao Hou Ye..."
Only then did Xiao Zimu come to his senses. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and handed the words to him with confidence.
When the yamen officer presented the sheet that Su Qianle handed over to him and the one that Xia Chu had just written on together to the three halls for identification, Xiao Zimu looked sideways at Xia Chu and asked in a low voice: "Ah Chu, what are you doing?" …”
Xia Chu turned to look at him and said softly: "Zi Mu, you have forgotten that the night I left Beijing, when you sent me back home, you asked me which master's post I was reading."
(End of chapter)