Lian Yan stepped forward to take it and presented it to Concubine Li. Concubine Li frowned slightly after showing the letter, but her expression remained calm: "This letter looks familiar."
Kong Changhui took the letter back from Lian Yan and handed it to Jing Qibin: "I hope Lord Jing will palm his eyes again. Is the Wang Xi on the lower left real?"
Jing Qibin looked shocked when he read the letter. The content of this letter was exactly the same as the one he wrote to the young Marquis last time, except that the title was changed to Concubine Li, so of course the Wang Xi was also real.
Jing Qibin nodded: "This..."
"What's the point?" Concubine Li said and looked at Xiao Zimu: "Back then, His Highness the Seventh Prince was quarreling with the people in Dali Temple. He said righteously that with just a letter from another country, he would be able to make a decision for the people of our country. Isn’t it ridiculous to be accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason? What? Doesn’t this count against me?”
The courtiers circulated the letter and felt relieved after hearing Concubine Li's words.
After all, this isn't the first time this has happened.
It really shocked them all the first time, but now their reactions are obviously much calmer.
Shi Fuqiu also echoed: "Yes, last time I saw His Majesty the Seventh Highness in Dali Temple, and he said loudly, if it is so careless, then why are the soldiers going to fight? Please write four copies to the emperor. The letter will be stamped with the imperial seal and sent to the four countries in person."
Xiao Zimu was glanced at by Concubine Li, and after listening to Shi Fuqiubu's words, he responded with a warm smile on his face: "Of course it's a matter of course. The young Marquis was borrowed by a shameless person. He was framed by a machine and his innocence was tarnished. Does your Majesty think so now?"
Li Fei's breath stagnated slightly due to his squeeze, her lips pursed, and she sneered: "Of course."
Kong Changhui saluted Xiao Zimu and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Seventh Prince, this time is different from last time."
"Oh?" Xiao Zimu's face showed a hint of suspicion, and he asked cooperatively: "What's the difference?"
Kong Changhui took out a stack of letters from his other sleeve: "I'm going to give His Highness a hand first."
Xiao Zimu accepted it under the curious eyes of the ministers. Taifu Wu and Prime Minister Ju stood next to him, one on the left and the other on the right. He handed them two letters each, and the three of them looked at each other under the curious eyes of others. Read the letter.
Xiao Zimu's usually gentle face gradually became serious. He quickly read all the letters and handed the remaining letters to Jing Qibin. He left one letter and handed it to Xiao Yanjun: "Fourth brother and Empress Li have a deep love for each other as mother and son." , you should be familiar with the handwriting of the empress, you might as well take a look to see if this hairpin letter is written by the empress."
Prime Minister Ju added: "I don't know if it's because I'm old and dim, but the seal on the lower left looks like the palace seal of Empress Li Fei."
Taifu Wu sneered: "You read that right, that is the seal of Empress Li Fei."
The expressions of Min Zhisong and Shi Fuqiu changed, and they hurriedly took the letter from the hand that others were passing around and read it.
Xiao Yanjun was originally ridiculed by Xiao Zimu, but he felt that these words sounded extremely familiar, just like when he pressed him in Dali Temple not long ago if he recognized Xia Chu's handwriting.
When Xiao Yanjun opened the letter and took a look, that handsome face instantly turned blank. What was written between the lines was how to overthrow the Zhao family's army.
As for the familiar small regular script with hairpin flowers, he knew at a glance that it was written by Concubine Li, and the seal on the lower left was even more indisputable.
No wonder he asked Concubine Li twice in secret and overtly, fearing that the authenticity of King Hu's Seal would be found out by Dali Temple.
Li Fei didn't worry about it and didn't take it seriously, so she let him rest assured.
It turns out that Wang Xi is real...
But, the person who collaborated with the enemy was actually his own mother-in-law
Xiao Yanjun shook his hand and the letter fell. It was blown by the wind and fluttered at Lian Yan's feet.
Lian Yan took a look, her originally calm expression and eyes suddenly widened, and she hurriedly picked it up and presented it to Concubine Li.
Li Fei originally wanted to scold Xiao Yanjun for being so tense on his face, but after she looked at it herself, a crack appeared on his usually calm face.
How can it be
how come
These letters were all written to Hu State more than a year ago, and were personally escorted by her most trusted person. They had never been handed over to anyone, so how could they appear in Kong Changhui's hands
"Fourth brother, please tell me, is this letter written by the empress?" Xiao Zimu raised his eyebrows and asked him, with ridicule in his eyes.
The snowflakes outside Yufu Palace are getting bigger and bigger, just like the scene reappearing on the day when the three halls of Dali Temple were in session.
Even what Xiao Zimu said at this time was exactly the same as what Xiao Yanjun asked that day.
Xiao Yanjun still clearly remembers the joy in his heart when he looked at Xia Chu who was losing his composure. His eyebrows were full of smiles and he asked Xiao Zimu kindly: "Seventh brother, please tell me, Is this letter the handwriting of the young Marquis?"
Xiao Yanjun recalled this scene, raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Zimu again, his eyes full of hatred and murderous intent.
If I had known earlier, I should have ignored him and killed this seemingly harmless brother first.
"Huh?" Seeing him like this, Xiao Zimu's smile became more meaningful. The corners of his lips curled up into a smile, and he challenged Xiao Yanjun: "Fourth brother, is it true or not?"
Xiao Yanjun was completely devastated by this question.
The sky is still filled with heavy snow.
The people of Chang'an were replaced by civil and military officials.
He, a questioner, became the person being questioned.
At this time, I was speechless.
"Isn't it ridiculous that the Seventh Prince didn't come to question me, but went to question the prince instead?" Concubine Li stood up from her chair and looked at Xiao Zimu with a condescending expression.
Xiao Yanjun was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, looking at Concubine Li expectantly.
"Then I would like to ask your Majesty, yes or no?" Xiao Zimu held his head high and met her gaze.
"The palace seal can be stolen and the handwriting can be imitated. As the emperor's concubine, why would I try to frame General Zhao? Hanyang is also the territory of the Xiao State. Why should I dig my own grave?" Li Fei said righteously. Right words.
In just a few words, this letter was changed into frame-up.
Her eyes shot sharply at Xiao Zimu: "This hairpin in small regular script is basically popular among all famous ladies. If you put it on, you can make a fortune. If you are deliberately trying to frame me, you can imitate it over time and make it look like the real thing. At least the events written in the letter are real. It’s been more than a year, so I’m afraid this layout has been designed for me.”
Xiao Yanjun's heart warmed up after being told by Concubine Li, and he suddenly realized that things were not as desperate as he expected.
The calligraphy of the concubine's hairpin in small regular script is ordinary, unlike Xia Chu's calligraphy, which is impossible to copy.
As soon as he thought of this, his confidence hardened again. He was speechless just now when Xiao Zimu scolded him.
At this moment, he stood up straight again and said to Kong Changhui: "This matter is your duty at Dali Temple. I order you to investigate the case, find out the person behind the scenes, and restore the innocence of the mother and concubine."
(End of chapter)