Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 494 How do you explain?
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, like floating light and flowing brocade, shaking down from the sky.

At the end of the wide white jade road, a woman came with an umbrella.

She was wearing a big red embroidered gold cloak, with pure white fox fur covering her shiny face. When she was walking, a gust of cold wind blew up the hem of her clothes, and the green skirt was slightly rippling, like a lotus leaf lifted by the wind. Clear waves layer by layer.

The Palace of Lizheng was heavily guarded, hundreds of warriors with halberds lined up, and countless guards with swords patrolled back and forth. Under such heavy pressure, everyone who came and went was used to putting on an iceberg-like face.

However, when he raised his head inadvertently, he couldn't help but stare, and let out a breath of cool air.

The woman's gait was light, like a spring breeze blowing willows, and she had already arrived in front of the hall after a moment of dazed effort.

Only then did a group of guards see who was coming, they came back to their senses in an instant, lowered their eyes reflexively, and said respectfully: "The front is an important place for government affairs, please stop the princess!"

Zhao Xiwei stopped in his tracks and stood a few feet away from the gate of the palace.

The Lizheng Hall is the main hall of the East Palace, non-important officials are not allowed to enter, of course she will not forget this rule.

If it weren't for today's events, she would not come here rashly.

The wind and snow became more and more urgent, and the umbrella in his hand became heavier and heavier. When he raised his head slightly, he saw that the umbrella cloth had been covered with a thick layer of snowflakes.

She turned the umbrella handle slightly, and with a few "swipes", the snow fell from the top of her head, dancing like viburnum flowers.

Jinxiu stood by her for a while, feeling like ants on a hot pot, extremely anxious.

She looked at the sky, then at the guards at the gate of the hall, and couldn't help but said: "Miss, Zixue is getting older now, why don't you go to Yuan Ce and ask him to pass the message on for you? You just stand still Wait here, what to do if you catch cold."

"It's okay, just wait a little longer." Zhao Xi slightly tightened the fur collar of his cloak and shook his head.

Coming here suddenly was an overstep, and it was reasonable for the guards to stop her from entering, so she had nothing to worry about.

Jinxiu could only comfort her and said: "Miss, don't worry too much, Mr. Xiang is the head of all the officials, it may be for state affairs that His Highness summoned you this time, I don't know."

Zhao Xi smiled: "I am worried about what he is doing?"

Jinxiu was taken aback, and said to herself, if you are not worried, why did you rush over when you heard His Highness the Crown Prince summoned the Prime Minister, even before you had time to eat?

And a little helpless, ever since the prime minister didn't know what he did that made the young lady angry, the relationship between father and daughter has become a lot weaker.

It would be great if it could still be like when I just returned home.

Jinxiu thought about it and smiled: "Miss doesn't say anything, but this servant knows that you are thinking about Xiangye. Last time he peeled a basket of fresh oranges for you, even though you were still angry with him, you refused I met him, but turned around and he left, but you told us to dry the oranges one by one to make fruit tea... Those oranges are not a rare delicacy, are they worth your trouble? Is it because you feel sorry for Xiangye kind of you?"

Zhao Xi slightly raised his head to look at the silver-white umbrella ribs, and remained silent.

Jinxiu sighed lightly.

Now Xiangye and Mrs. Xu are becoming more and more affectionate. In a few months, when the child in Mrs. Xu's womb is born, the young lady and Mrs. Xiang will only become more and more estranged.

Hearing the sigh, Zhao Xiwei glanced sideways at her: "I'm not worried, why are you worried?"

Jinxiu knew that she was being assertive, so she smiled and said, "Your servant is worried about Xiangye!" Then she lowered her voice, "Your Highness is in a bad mood today, you must soften your attitude later..."

Zhao Xi nodded slightly.

Jinxiu secretly let out a sigh of relief.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so angry that he didn't know how much it had to do with the Prime Minister.

In case there was a real rift with Mr. Xiang, it would only be my young lady who would be caught in the middle.If this is not handled properly, I am afraid it will affect the relationship between His Royal Highness and his own lady...

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In the hall, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was said to be very angry, was sitting leisurely in a chair, with his knuckles crossed on the table, and his eyes lightly falling on the desk.

Wearing a purple shirt, a jade belt and a golden crown, and a few spots of flying snow between her eyebrows, even if she is in a wheelchair, she can't hide her fresh air.

His eyes were dim, and his tone was low: "Your Highness is suspicious of this humble minister?"

Li Xuanye smiled, picked up a file on the desk, and threw it down.

Just as a gust of cold wind rushed in, the dossier "Hula La" turned over a few pages, and the lines of ink-colored lowercase letters were just like the inscriptions on the stele.

Zhao Ziyi bent down, extended his right hand and stuck it to the ground to pick it up.

Due to the unhealed leg injury, his body was not very flexible, and his movements of bending over were a little slow. With his eyes fixed, he could already read the words on the cover clearly.

"This is the dossier in the Queen's Palace." Zhao Ziyi straightened her waist, with slight doubts in her eyes.

Li Xuanye leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "How do you explain it?"

Zhao Ziyi was shocked and speechless.

Li Xuanye opened his eyes, a look of coldness welled up between his brows: "Why?"

Zhao Ziyi pinched the dossier, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

An hour ago, he was still reading in the mansion, and received a circular saying that the prince called urgently.

He thought something happened to Zhao Xiwei, so he was so impatient that he didn't even have time to put on a cloak, so he changed into his official uniform and came in a hurry.

When the boy carried his wheelchair out of the carriage, he hadn't sat still yet, when he raised his eyes, his face changed slightly: "It's you—"

Dressed in Tsing Yi, with white hair all over his head.

The cold wind was blowing, the man stood on the long street with a fairy face, like a green bamboo outside the world.

"Yes, I'm back."

He smiled slightly, with hostility in his brows and eyes, "It's been a long time, senior brother?" His eyes fell on the wheelchair unabashedly, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately expressed regret: "Senior brother, these legs... ..."

"I'm okay."

Zhao Ziyi brushed off her sleeves, met his gaze, and replied calmly: "Brother didn't say goodbye back then, so I will miss you so much—" His eyes moved up and fell on his hair, and his long eyebrows frowned slightly, showing concern : "Brother, this hair..."

Their eyes collided, and both of them were startled.

Reunion after farewell, the old boy has changed.

One has a broken leg, and the other has a white head.

Time is ruthless, and no one has the right to laugh at anyone.

It was Zhao Ziyi who pulled out of his emotions first, coughed lightly, and then noticed Gu Hansu who was beside him, his eyebrows immediately tightened, and his expression was no longer as calm as before: "What happened in the East Palace? But the Crown Princess sick?"

The joy of reunion was already pitifully weak, but with such a sentence, all traces of it disappeared immediately.

Liu Jishan frowned, and the hostility and anger surged again: "What happened, brother, don't you know?"

Zhao Ziyi was puzzled: "What do I know?"

Gu Hansu hesitated to speak: "Prime Minister, you will know when you go in."

"Could it be Wei'er..." Zhao Ziyi was startled, and immediately patted the armrest of the wheelchair, yelling at the left and right: "Hurry up! Push me in!"

(End of this chapter)