The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

Chapter 26

An Changqing’s guess was good, but in two days, no one in the streets and alleys dared to share gossip about the Zhongyong Hou Mansion. +++Mobile reading visit m. It is clear that the new year is approaching, but the street is deserted and deserted, and there is no longer a lively scene where the storyteller spit on the top, and the audience is full of spectators clapping the table and cheering.

Each bookstore also received all kinds of small notebooks placed on the outermost side, and it was not easy to sell if it was not an acquaintance to buy it. Even the vendors who came out to set up their stalls talked and laughed less, for fear that they would be sent to prison because of a joke.

On Yongle Street, an inconspicuous small sedan walked slowly, and the thin face of the doctor Yushi sitting inside showed a sure smile. Put away the booklet filled with small print.

On the second day, a memorial for participating in Zhongyonghou was sent to the emperor.

At the same time, when the drum was beaten outside Quemen, the ragged old woman knelt beside the drum and kowtowed her head desperately, crying out in tears: “Zhongyong Hou Mansion Cao Jian lives, at the feet of the emperor! Where is the king? The Zhongyong Hou Mansion Cao Jian lives at the feet of the emperor, Where is Fa Wang…”

The old woman looked mad and stern, knelt outside the door and knocked her head over and over again. Not long after, the blood on her forehead stained the floor tiles.

The sound of drums spread from outside to the hall. Emperor An Qing held the folds in his hands, and his face was displeased: “Who is playing the drums outside?”

“His Majesty, it’s an old woman who is complaining.” The person who answered the question glanced at the Zhongyonghou in the team, looking hesitant.

“What’s wrong with Ming?”

“…Sue Zhongyong Hou Mansion Caoshao for life.”

Emperor An Qing had a meal and threw the lengthy zigzag under the steps, saying angrily: “Zhongyonghou, what do you have to say?”

Hou Zhongyong hurriedly stepped out and knelt, picked up the memorial on the ground in a panic, hurriedly swept through a few lines, and shouted injustice: “Your Majesty, this is a framing and framing! The old minister is wronged!”

Emperor Anqing has never liked troubles, so he leaned back in the dragon chair lazily, and pointed his finger at Doctor Yu Shi and said, “He Aiqing, you’re the one.”

Doctor Yu Shi bowed, stepped forward, and said calmly: “Zhongyong Hou and his family, who invaded the land and the lives of Caosuga, were charged as follows…”

The brother of Hou Zhongyong, (kill sha) the man took his wife; the son of Hou Zhongyong, invaded the land; the wife of Hou Zhongyong, (kill sha) the three daughters of the good family…

Every time Dr. Yushi reads a sentence, Zhongyonghou’s face (color) becomes white. When he finishes all the readings, his face is as white as paper, but he still calmly said: “This is all planted and framed! Dr. Yushi Even if I hate me for not taking good care of Madam Xian, I won’t be able to frame it!”

Doctor Yu Shi’s straight face was expressionless, and he knelt down and said: “Your Majesty observes, the minister’s daughter died of illness, how can you bear the hatred of loyalty and courage? There are all evidences of this statement, and there is no structure. If Zhongyonghou refuses to accept it, please ask Dali Temple to check!”

Zhongyong Hou choked, looked around, and finally landed on An Zhike with full expectation.

At this time, Emperor An Qing also said: “What does An Aiqing think?”

An Zhike went out and said after considering: “Which is right and wrong, please check it by Dali Temple.”

“Yes.” Emperor Anqing said, “Then hand it over to Dali Temple for investigation, and Doctor Yushi will supervise it on behalf of me.”

“The ministers receive the decree.”

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Dali Temple worked vigorously and vigorously, coupled with the always upright Yushi doctor supervising the affairs, soon all of the many charges for identifying the Zhongyong Hou Mansion were fulfilled. The three of Zhongyonghou’s mansion were detained, and Zhongyonghou had to wait for the report to the Anqing Emperor to be convicted for sheltering and indulging his family.

When the people of Dali Temple took people from the Hou Mansion and left, many people watched the excitement on the street. Doctor Yushi still looked calm, but Zhongyonghou couldn’t hold back his calm face, and gritted his teeth in a low voice: “Being a man and leaving a line. Why should the father-in-law be so aggressive?”

Doctor Yu Shi glanced at him sharply and said, “Master Hou thinks this is over?”

Zhongyong Hou was slightly surprised: “What do you mean?”

Doctor Yu Shi said, “Master Hou is the pillar of the Zhongyong Hou Mansion. The Hou Master is fine, and the Zhongyong Hou Mansion is not broken.”

Finished talking and left.

The next day, someone picked up a female body from the moat of Yejing, and after sending it to an autopsy, it was discovered that it was the little widow that the Zhongyong Hou’s uncle was fighting for. Everyone was in an uproar. The little widow hasn’t heard anything since then, she didn’t expect to be dead.

Dali Temple, who was preparing to collate the evidence and write a report to the Anqing Emperor, had to hurriedly took the people to Jingzhao Mansion. Going down the female corpse, he pulled out the turnips to bring out the mud, and found that the murderer who threw the corpse had several lives in his hands.

Under the severe torture and interrogation of the Dali Temple, he was forced to find out that the murderer was Zhongyonghou’s confidant, and he did something ugly for Zhongyonghou.

Dali Siqing reported truthfully in the memorial. Emperor Anqing was furious and ordered strict enforcement.

Hou Zhongyong was deprived of the title, and he was sentenced to beheaded along with his brother and his wife, and he was beheaded outside the Wumen gate. The concubine Wu Junshu was cut off from his official position and was demoted as a commoner and was not allowed to be hired. The property of the Hou Zhongyong was confiscated, and the rest of his family members were searched and chased away. Out of the Hou Mansion…

And the storytellers who had been greeted by Zhongyonghou and were temporarily imprisoned for a lesson were finally released. The original Jing Zhaoyin was dragged down by Zhongyong Hou, and was demoted to three ranks, and went to the place to become a small official.

The storytellers who regained their freedom became active again, and the decline of the Zhongyong Houfu not only spread to Yejing, but was even brought to the stage by the troupe. Become a very popular track.

…

An Changqing sat opposite Xiao Zhige, smiled and peeled the pine nuts, peeled a plate, and eagerly pushed it in front of him: “This time, thanks to the prince, Wu Junshu can’t turn over.”

According to his original plan, Wu Junshu and Zhongyong Houfu’s reputation would at best be unpleasant, but they couldn’t shake the roots. After all, the world forgets (sexual xing) is big, and likes to hold high and step down. As long as Hou Zhongyong is still there, and the House of Zhongyong does not fall, Wu Junshu will still be the son of the Hou House.

Had it not been for Xiao Zhige to teach him to bring down Zhongyonghou with the help of Doctor Yushi, he might not know how much work it would take to avenge his last life.

Xiao Zhige smiled in his eyes, ate a pine nut, pushed the rest in front of him, and brought a plate of unpeeled pine nuts in front of him to continue peeling: “You eat.”

An Changqing looked at him with his chin, looked at him for a while, and couldn’t help but leaned forward to him, and asked happily, “Why will the prince continue to tell me about military affairs?”

After being pointed a few times, An Changqing felt that this man was more and more thoughtful than he could match. Such a good teacher is his pillow, and he doesn’t learn much, which is really a waste.

Xiao Zhige was watched by his bright eyes, and he looked away uncomfortably, and said, “Okay. It’s just that the military books are very boring.”

An Changqing shook his head: “I’m not afraid.”

Xiao Zhige let out a “um”, got up and pulled out three thick military books from the bookshelf, and said, “Read these three books first. If you don’t understand… ask me again.”

The three military books were stacked, and the vase on the side was quite high. An Changqing turned a few pages casually: “…”

He closed the book, and Baba looked at Xiao Zhige: “Won’t the prince tell me?”

Xiao Zhige shook his head and said, “Every military strategy is in the way, but not in the art. The real and the strange are changing. You need to figure out and understand, I can only tell from the side.”

An Changqing lingered “Oh”, but was still ready to take it back and try to figure it out slowly. He called An Fu to come in and told him to carry the book to the main room and put it in the main room first, and then read it when he went back.

The three books were very heavy when stacked together. An Fu couldn’t hold him firmly, and his elbows didn’t touch the vase on the table. The vase fell over, and the two scrolls inside (cha) also fell on the ground, spreading out indiscriminately.

An Changqing hurriedly picked it up, and when she touched the picture scroll and saw the content on it, she raised her brows and asked in confusion, “Why is this picture here?”

This is obviously the reward he paid when he went to ask Hu Shifei to treat his mother, and it was Hu Shifei painted for him.

He went to look at another painting subconsciously, and it turned out to be him. It’s just that when the two paintings are put together and compared, even An Changqing who doesn’t know how to paint can see the difference between superior and inferior.

Hu Shifei’s painting is obviously more refined, and it can be seen that the artist is very skilled. While the other one is also very vivid, but the brushwork is very jerky.

An Changqing’s eyes rolled back and forth between the two paintings, quietly glancing at Xiao Zhige.

Xiao Zhige calmed his face, looking at his face (color) a little scary. An Fu, who was standing on the side, was so frightened as a quail, he didn’t dare to squeak.

“Anfu, you go out first.”

An Changqing gets along with him a lot, and can basically tell whether he is really angry or pretending. Sending An Fu out, An Changqing carefully spread the two paintings on the table and deliberately pointed to the other painting and said: “This painting is really good. It looks better than me.”

“…” Xiao Zhige was silent, and said, “I look better.”

An Changqing’s smile widened, and he glanced at him: “I think this painting is better. I don’t know who painted it? Is it the painter in the mansion? I have to meet him to thank him in person…”

Xiao Zhige’s eyes flickered for a moment before he said, “…No.”

“Who is that?” An Changqing looked curious and slowly said, “Couldn’t it be… the prince painted it?”

“…” Xiao Zhige stopped talking.

An Changqing remembered coming back to the study, this person hurriedly hid something, guessing (touching Mo) this is the painting, he blinked and got closer to Xiao Zhige, and asked in a low voice: “The prince secretly draws. What am I doing? And this painting is my reward to Doctor Hu. When did the prince ask for it?”

Xiao Zhige: “…”

Seeing that he was silent, his eyes never looked at him. An Changqing put the painting away properly and said, “I like this painting very much. Why don’t you give it to me? The prince will paint another one by himself?”

The man who had been silent for a long time finally looked at him and said slowly, “The painting is not good.”

An Changqing smiled: “But I like this one.”

Xiao Zhige suffocated his breath and watched him play with the painting he drew with a bright smile. As for Hu Shifei’s painting, he rolled it up and put it back in the vase.

There seemed to be a puddle of hot water swaying softly in his heart. He heard himself say: “If you like it, I will paint for you.”

In fact, he is not good at drawing, and he is always a little unaccustomed to using the hand that is used to the knife and gun to get the brush. But whenever he looked at the painting that Hu Shifei had painted, he couldn’t help but think that his princess had a good look, and he deserved to be stayed. After gray hair, his beauty can still be taken out and savored.

But inexplicably, he didn’t want other people to write. In the end (gan Gan) he just picked up the pen, recalling his detailed depiction.

It’s just that he was unfamiliar with his painting skills, and finally finished a painting, and didn’t dare to let him know.

But his princess never seemed to let him down. He took the picture he drew by himself and said: He likes it very much.

Xiao Zhige only felt that…(chest xiong) the puddle of water was suddenly hot.

The author has something to say: Here: Secretly painted me, do you particularly like me?

Persuaded (blushing):… (Yeah.

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Today’s counseling still seems to be very counseling

Can you ask for a little nutrient solution for counseling + courage?