Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

After Sun Fuzhi left the prison, he sent someone to deliver the news to Ling Youyao, while he went into the palace to report the situation to Fu Xiuyun.

I haven't seen him for a few days, although Fu Xiuyun's appearance is the same as before, but a medical practitioner can tell at a glance that he has lost energy and his body is no longer as good as before.

The ambergris in the hall was rich, and the emperor turned the memorial blankly, with a trace of impatience showing between his brows.

Sun Fuzhi lifted his robe and knelt down. After saluting, Fu Xiuyun raised his eyes to look at him: "How is he?"

There were only four words in his answer: "It's appalling."

Fu Xiuyun's eyes paused, and the swaying ambergris seemed to be solidified at this moment. These four characters were like slender silver needles. At the beginning when they pierced the skin, they only felt a slight pain, but as they went later, they realized that the pain was long and slow. Profound.

Although he didn't witness it with his own eyes, he also knew what methods the Ministry of Criminal Justice would use to treat prisoners.

In the past two days, he deliberately avoided the notes handed over by the Ministry of Criminal Justice, because he knew without reading that Fu Mingjue couldn't say a word, maybe he couldn't even cry out in pain.

Zilin has always been like this, he is used to being taciturn to him, he is used to addressing him as His Majesty in official terms, that "subject" calling himself is like an invisible crack, from now on there are only monarchs and ministers, no brothers.

Thinking back carefully, the last time Zi Lin called him Emperor Brother seemed to be many years ago
Fu Xiuyun looked at the pile of memorials on the table, stood up suddenly, turned the neatly arranged memorials into a mess, and opened them one by one, suppressing a nameless anger in his impatience.

Song explained: "You were seriously ill when you were five years old. I went to Foguang Temple to pray for you, but Master Jiuyun didn't tell me the result. He only gave me this string of beads. When it arrives, I will tell you the result. After your father and I leave, you should take this string of Buddha beads with you."

In this season, the capital is full of flowers, and the flowing clouds float over the head with the wind. When you look up, you can see the sky is like a celadon body dyed with a thin layer of grayish pink. The season is good, but it is saying goodbye.

The dragon is sick, but Yao Xingzheng is trying his best to cover it up, so you don't need to check to know what they are doing.

"Ah?" Ling Qingyan didn't quite understand what she meant.

Sun Fuzhi took his look into his eyes, didn't say much, asked him for leave, and left Chengming Palace.

Walking alone in the deep palace, I only feel that the darkness that fills the sky seems to be thicker.
In the early morning of the next day, Ling Yuwei handed over a letter of love. The words were as earnest as Liu Shu's letter in blood. It fulfilled the righteousness of the monarch and his ministers, and the loyal ministers suffered injustice.

"Yao'er, my mother was sorry for you a few years ago, and my mother will not be able to do anything for you in the days to come." As she spoke, she took out a string of prayer beads.

"I want to be with him."

King Jing's Mansion, which was once powerful, also gradually fell into decline with the withered peach blossoms in late spring. From now on, there will be no such beautiful figure in the capital city.

Ling Qingyan couldn't stand her eyes like this, and turned her head stubbornly: "My lord is under confinement, and I don't know when he will come out, maybe a year, two years, or even longer. Do you want me to watch you trapped in Zongzheng Temple?"

First, Ling Yuwei, a scholar of the Wenhua Palace and a junior teacher of the prince, was demoted to a canon history, and left Beijing today to take up his post in Huaizhou;

Ling Youyao recognized at a glance that this string of Buddhist beads was the one that the Song family often wears, and asked doubtfully, "Mother, what is this?"

Although Ling Yuwei was exiled from Beijing, but he went to Huaizhou, which is the same as retiring from old age and returning to his hometown.

Director Li didn't know what he was looking for, so he tentatively asked: "Your Majesty, are you looking for the papers from the Ministry of Punishments? You told me that if you don't come out of the trial, you don't need to submit a report, so the Ministry of Punishment hasn't sent any papers in the past two days." Come up."

After Fu Xiuyun saw it, he was furious in court.

"I know," Ling Youyao nodded, and couldn't help but feel guilty, "Mother, I'm sorry to bother you."

This time Ling Qingyan understood, and then resolutely refused: "Father and mother entrusted you to me, and I will send you to Zongzheng Temple. If they find out, they will have to skin me!"

Outside the city, Ling Youyao held Song's hand and refused to let go.

In the past, Ling Youyao would have been moved to tears when she heard this, but this time she said, "I want to go to Zongzheng Temple."

Ling Qingyan was not good at comforting others, looked at her, and sighed: "It's good that parents are gone, at least there will be no worries. Yaoer, don't be too sad. Now that King Jing's Mansion has been sealed off, you can move back. After all, I am still here, and I can protect you."

"Silly boy, we are all one family. How can we be burdened or not? Even without the petition letter, we would have left the capital sooner or later. Your father did this to reassure His Majesty. Although Zongzheng Temple is bitter and cold, it is better than It’s always better to go to prison in the Ministry of Criminal Justice.”

Ling Youyao touched the mellow and gentle Buddhist beads, and remembered that she had asked for a hexagram for Fu Mingjue, but the result was not good.

On the surface it is confinement, but in fact it is protection.

Ling Youyao quietly watched the carriage go away, the breeze stirred her hair, and the tears in her eyes receded little by little.

Knowing that she was worried, Mrs. Song patted her hand and said, "It's getting late, it's time for us to set off. Mother will keep all the things you said in mind. You should go back earlier and take care of yourself."

Ling Youyao turned to look at him, with a hint of pleading in her earnest eyes: "My father and mother have already left, they won't know. As I said, no matter what happens, I will be with him. The matter of Qianzhen Pavilion, I've dealt with it, so you promise me?"

In addition, Fu Mingjue was moved from the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice to Zongzheng Temple. As for when he will be released, it has not been clearly stated.

After these two edicts came down, everyone understood that His Majesty wanted to save Fu Mingjue's life.

In the court hall, petitions to execute Fu Mingjue were flying all over the sky. His Majesty did not want to kill him, so he had to be locked up.

It not only saved his life, but also blocked the mouths of those courtiers, not to mention that Ling Yuwei has been exiled from the capital, and there is only one Ling Qingyan left in the Ling family, so it will not be a big deal.

Suddenly hearing this, the restless heart gradually calmed down, Fu Xiuyun's expression was a little dazed, it turned out that he had already given the order
Manager Li quietly looked at him, not daring to say more.These days, His Majesty's mood fluctuated up and down, and the palace servants were all attentive to him, even he had to be more careful.

After finishing speaking, he explained a few more words to Ling Qingyan before getting on the carriage reluctantly.

There were also tears in Song's eyes, looking at her thin face, she couldn't hide her distress: "Yao'er, I have left with your father, and I don't know when I will come back. Now that the prince is under house arrest, do you remember what to do with your elder brother?" Discuss, don't be impulsive, protect yourself."

On that day, Fu Xiuyun issued two imperial edicts:

"So," Ling Youyao grabbed his sleeve, "Brother, you will save us, right?"

Fu Xiuyun shook his head, showing exhaustion: "No need."

Everyone didn't understand, Ling Yuwei was always a considerate person, why did he suddenly plead for Fu Mingjue?Just begging for mercy, but still poking His Majesty's spine and cursing?Its intention is really puzzling.

"Your Majesty, are you okay? Do you want the servant to pass on Master Zhang to the palace?"

"." After talking for a long time, Ling Qingyan realized that this girl was trying to trick him!
"Brother, I have handed over all my property to you, can you help me one last time?" She tugged at Ling Qingyan's sleeve, and a layer of mist floated in her eyes.

Ling Qingyan didn't give in to hard and soft, but she had no choice but to take her younger sister and Shen Chao, and in the end, she compromised.

However, he warned again: "I still need to think about the fact that you want to enter Zongzheng Temple. In short, you should go back with me in the next few days."

Ling Youyao got his permission, no matter what he said at the moment, he agreed.

Zongzheng Temple was poor, and Fu Mingjue was severely punished. How could she bear to see him trapped in loneliness?