Jiaohua

Chapter 1369
From the Palace of Political Science and Literature to the Hall of Yanguang, it takes a long time to walk on foot.

Li Ju didn't want the dragon chariot, so he just walked step by step.

He has seen the scenery along the road for five years.

Five years is not static, but it will not change drastically. He walked, watched, and reached out to touch those flowers and branches from time to time.

The sky is like an inkstone plunged into the water, and the dark ink-colored lead clouds are rolling wildly in layers in the high-altitude wind, undulating and torrentially flowing.

The servant followed behind and was frightened, and several times he opened his mouth to look and urge Li Ju, saying that it was going to rain and it was not appropriate to stay outside.

Li Ju didn't seem to hear it, and finally got tired of hearing it, and asked the guards to drag the servant down and slap his mouth.

Back to Yanguang Hall, just in time.

There was no orange light in the sky before sunset, and the air was filled with the breath of a thunderstorm.

Li Ju was sitting in the outer hall, the door of the hall was wide open, and the wind from heaven and earth was blowing in, his gray hair and long beard blowing high in the wind.

The servant hurriedly bent over to pick it up.

No, not Song Doo.

In the gentle fragrance and acupoint massage, Li Ju finally fell asleep.

Li Ju looked at him wearily, and said lightly, "Excuse me."

"Lu Mingfeng..." Li Ju covered his face with his hands, and began to cry.

Books and scriptures, plain and simple scrolls, peerless and precious pen holders, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, as well as the world's first-class craftsmanship all fell to the ground.

Bi Shiyan.

Li Ju looked at these letters in horror, his eyes stared like copper bells, his ears buzzed, and the noise in his ears seemed to be louder than the thunder just now.

Xia Zhaode's.

Finally, he found the booklet sent by Bao Chengle and Zhu Ziyan, as well as the letter inside.

The servants around were startled and hurried over to close the door.

"No need," Li Ju looked at the strong wind outside the palace gate, "Du Aiqing, I'm afraid you are the only one who treats me sincerely in this world."

One of the servants was shocked, picked up a letter that had fallen on the ground, and looked up at the window sash.

"Your Majesty!" The servants were afraid that he would fall, and rushed to catch up.

The letter had just drifted in through the window, but it wasn't completely wet.

Even in the death of Empress Nangong, he never did this.

Li Juduo took it, and when he saw the signature on the envelope, he opened his eyes wide, suspecting that he had read it wrong, and suddenly tore open the envelope.

Du Wenping responded: "Yes, Your Majesty."

She said that she didn't want the emperor to die easily. If the emperor passed out because he couldn't bear the contents of the letter, he needed to wake him up immediately.

The servant handed it over with both hands: "Your Majesty, a letter blew in from the window!"

Even this sentence is written in Song Du's handwriting!
Afraid that she would copy it if he didn't believe it, the next sentence was in Xia Wenshan's handwriting.

Li Ju rushed into the inner hall, rummaging through boxes and cabinets frantically.

When Du Wenping saw his appearance, he was taken aback. Many things might have happened in the previous dynasty, and they were very serious.

It was he who hid this letter in the mid-layer of his boots, avoided one after another body search by the imperial guards, and smuggled it in.

The servants were terrified: "Your Majesty!!"

Li Ju was crying until nightfall.

Li Ju could see ten lines at a glance, his face was pale, suddenly, a huge thunder struck outside, Li Ju let go of his hand in fright, and the thick stack of letter paper fell to the ground immediately.

The servant hurriedly walked towards the outer hall: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Ah Li said in the letter he just read that she imitated Song Du's handwriting.

Slowing down, Li Ju raised his hand stiffly, and took the letter papers.

Du Wenping's fingers trembled, he tried his best to calm himself, and said, "Your Majesty, do you want my subordinates to beat your shoulders or massage your acupuncture points?"

A bystander asked, "What is this?"

"Maybe, it happened for a reason!"

One more sentence, it's Ouyang Anfeng's handwriting.

Du Wenping couldn't afford it, and said with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, don't think so. Apart from being an official, your Majesty is loved by many people."

"This bitch, she wrote this letter to me after Lu Mingfeng was executed by Ling Chi! She is so calm! She just wants to make me feel bad, she, she is so vicious! This bitch is so vicious!! "

Song Du wrote a letter to the men in black who broke into the Star Picking Tower.

In the letter, she revealed the truth word by word, and told him word by word how she arranged, how she planned, how she used his knife to cut Lu Mingfeng piece by piece!

Xia Zhao learned it.

The urgent voice made Li Ju's heart skip a beat, and he was furious: "Surprised! Shout out!"

"What a vicious woman, what a vicious woman!!!" Li Ju cried, "Lu Mingfeng, Lu Mingfeng!!!"

Du Wenping was so scared that he could hardly breathe, but he also chased after him.

The next sentence was from Weng Ying.

Du Wenping followed an eunuch who served in the house, and said respectfully: "Join the emperor."

"Hahaha..." Li Ju suddenly laughed wildly, "There are only a few people in my court, civil and military, hahaha!"

Miss Ali said that when the emperor reads this letter, he must be present.

Li Ju opened the letter from "Song Du" tremblingly. After comparing the details mentioned in the letter, he took a big step back and suddenly let out a mournful roar.

Du Wenping stood guard for half an hour, and came out of the inner hall heavily.

A window in the inner hall was suddenly blown open by the wind, and the wind and rain came in.

Li Ju waved his hand, telling him not to speak anymore.

The servant looked over the window lattice, perhaps, he was under the eaves outside the window just now.

Du Wenping has been waiting for Li Ju to wake up when he is out of breath or fainted from crying.

"I'm so tired, I really want to sleep..." Li Ju looked at Du Wenping almost pleadingly, "Du Aiqing, is there a way to sleep so that I can fall asleep?"

A bright white lightning opened up the sky at this moment, illuminating his face coldly, and the frightened expression on his face became more and more frightening.

He just sat like this until it rained heavily outside and the sky was completely dark, so he didn't leave.

Du Wenping also rushed to help him.

After reading all of them, he suddenly got up from the ground and rushed towards the inner hall.

Li Ju yelled, tore up the letter from "Song Du" in his hand, waved his hand, and the white fragments of the letter paper floated down, like the paper money that filled the long street when Empress Nangong went to the funeral.

The servant who picked up the letter then lowered his head to read the words on it, and when he saw it clearly, he was shocked: "Ali!"

A huge thunderstorm blasted the world, the wind blew the windows and bulged, and the palace lanterns in the palace were bright, but Li Ju seemed to be in the dark, and the heart-piercing pain in his chest made him want to die.

Du Wenping was extremely guilty, and the cold sweat oozed from his back.

Although the time the girl said was today and tomorrow, Du Wenping had already made a preconception in his heart, but only after seeing Li Shi with such an expression did he realize the weight of her words.

Empress Nangong's...

The heavy rain outside the hall continued, and the howling wind blew the entire Hejing.

Du Wenping suddenly thought of something, and asked the servant at the side what happened in the previous court today.

After hearing what the servant said, Du Wenping said in a daze, "So, what about those adults? Are they still in the Palace of Political Science and Literature?"

The waiter sighed: "Yes."

He turned his head to look outside the hall, and said in a low voice: "It seems that tonight, these grown-ups will have to sleep in the strong and cold hall."

(End of this chapter)