Chapter 8 Gui Ning
July [-]th, Guining.

Fu Mingjue was not around, so Ling Youyao returned home with two maidservants to visit relatives.

The Ling family is in the south of the city, and the Wangfu is in the east of the city. It takes about an hour to arrive.

Escorted by the royal guards, many people looked sideways along the way.Ling Youyao felt that Fu Mingjue was too nervous, and she was not a national treasure, so why did she need so many people to guard her?

Not long after, the carriage stopped steadily in front of the Ling family's gate. The Ling family's father and son had already been waiting at the gate for a long time.

Today Ling Youyao wore a scarlet long jacket with twined branches and two breasts, and a red gold nine-phoenix hairpin wrapped with silk on her head. Although she was wearing a woman's bun, her face was as immature as when she was not married.

Seeing the dignified and sensible appearance of his youngest daughter, Ling Yu was heartbroken, bent down and cupped his hands and said, "I see the princess."

Ling Qingyan on the side also saluted.

Ling Youyao felt sour in her heart, and hurriedly helped her father up: "Daddy, get up quickly."

Ling Yu said: "Although I am the father of the princess, the rules cannot be broken."

"Daughter understands."

The Ling family was a scholarly family for generations, and their hometown was in Huaizhou. It was not until Ling Yuwei's generation that they moved to the capital.

His father served in the cabinet, his mother Song was gentle and gracious, and his elder brother was also an official in the court. The family was harmonious. Until Ling Qingwei's accident, the family seemed to be under a cloud of darkness.

Because Song couldn't bear the pain of losing her daughter, she locked herself in the house all day and rarely talked to others.

In fact, Ling Youyao knew that the Song family favored the eldest daughter in her heart.The older sister died to save her, although Song didn't hate her, but she was far away from her in his heart.

When she was reading the book, Ling Youyao didn't understand: she is also a daughter, why does the Song family like Ling Qingwei more?
With this doubt in mind, Ling Youyao entered the house together with her father and brother.

Because Ling Yu lost a daughter, she gave all her love to Ling Youyao.

Father was not good at words, even though he had thousands of words, the last thing he asked was just an ordinary sentence: "How are you doing in the palace?"

Ling Youyao smiled and said, "Dad, don't worry, everything is fine with your daughter."

"Oh, I'm relieved to be a father like this." Ling Yuwei let out a long breath.

Ling Qingyan snorted coldly: "What's so good? I heard that Princess Duanyang has gone to the palace! How can you be so good?"

"Are you still trying to hide it from us? The whole capital knows about the fact that the princess asked her to be a concubine. Please tell me honestly, is the prince with the princess?"

"Brother." Ling Youyao interrupted him, "You misunderstood, the prince and the princess have nothing to do."

Ling Qingyan said coldly: "If the prince and the princess are innocent, why are you the only one coming back today?"

Hearing the sound, Ling Yuwei also looked over.

Duanyang princess's troubles are well known in the whole city.The Ling family is no better than the Marquis of Changping. If the princess really enters the palace, Ling Youyao will only be wronged.

Ling Yuwei cared about her daughter, but she still didn't ask because of face.

Ling Qingyan was still puzzled, and continued: "Although brother-in-law is high and powerful, brother-in-law will not let you be bullied!"

Ling Youyao was deeply moved by her brother's sincere confession.

But she still explained: "Brother, you really misunderstood this time. The reason why the prince didn't come today is because he has something important to do."

After hearing this, Ling Yu didn't say anything. He still knew a thing or two about the current situation in the court.

Ling Qingyan didn't make a sound either.

"Since you're back, let's go see your mother. Since you got married, she hasn't been in a good spirit." Ling Yu said.

Ling Qingyan answered, "I haven't greeted my mother today, let's go together."

So, the two brothers and sisters walked to Song's yard together.

At this time, the soldiers and horses camped in the suburbs of Beijing.

Jiang Liu opened the curtain and strode in, with one person behind him.

"My lord, as you expected, that batch of ordnance was secretly replaced."

Fu Mingjue looked up at the person behind him, and said, "So it's you."

This person is none other than Zhao Ming, the commander in charge of guarding.

Zhao Ming knelt on the ground, twitching the corners of his mouth in disdain: "What the lord is talking about, the subordinates don't understand, but is it too much for the lord to arrest people indiscriminately?"

"Excessive?" Fu Mingjue sneered, "Commander Zhao is not familiar with this king, so naturally he doesn't know what it is like to be excessive."

Jiang Liu understood, strode forward, and lifted Zhao Ming's chin.

"Ah!" Zhao Ming screamed, his face full of pain.

Fu Mingjue curled his lips in satisfaction, and said slowly: "Commander Zhao, I have a few questions I want to ask you."

"You have to think about it before answering, otherwise it won't be your chin that will be removed next time."

A group of officials and generals waiting outside the tent looked at each other when they heard the screams inside.

No one knew what King Jing meant by calling them all here early in the morning, and refused to let them in.

Is it just to listen to how he interrogates prisoners outside?
One of the more courageous officials stepped forward and asked, "Jiang Xiaoqi, I don't know why the lord called us here today?"

Without squinting, Jiang Zhou said, "My lord has ordered you to wait outside."

Lord Zhang asked again: "Then why did the prince arrest Commander Zhao?"

The others also pricked up their ears.

Jiang Zhou didn't bother to talk to him, he just said: "This subordinate doesn't know."

Mr. Zhang wanted to ask again, but suddenly there was a sharp scream from inside, which made him shut up immediately.

Everyone in the capital knows that King Jing is a sword of His Majesty.In the battle for the throne that year, King Jing was decisive, clearing away all obstacles, and protecting His Majesty on the throne.

Fu Mingjue killed his three older brothers with his own hands, and there were even rumors that his biological mother, Rong Guiren, died at his hands too!
If such an unrighteous and unfilial person had not been favored by His Majesty, how could he have survived to this day?

It really complied with that sentence: the scourge will last for thousands of years.

If Ling Youyao heard this, she would definitely applaud!

This scourge not only harms others, but also harms oneself.Fu Mingjue was just being cruel to others, and it was his turn to be merciless.

The city tower several feet high jumps as soon as it is said, and the key is to hold Ling Youyao as a backing!
Every time Ling Youyao thought about this, she felt uneasy, but after seeing her mother today, her heart became even heavier.

"Yao'er, are you okay?" Ling Qingyan asked.

Ling Youyao forced a smile: "I'm fine, it's not a day or two for my mother."

Since her sister passed away, Song Shi didn't like to talk to others, especially Ling Youyao, probably because seeing her face reminded her of her late eldest daughter.

Mrs. Song didn't want to see her, but she didn't force her.

But mother's sarcastic remarks, to Ling Youyao, isn't it another kind of harm?
Ling Qingyan didn't know how to comfort her, so she just said: "Qingwei is Mother's heart knot, you are similar to Qingwei, mother will inevitably think of sad things when she sees you, you don't have to be too sad."

Ling Youyao sighed: "Obviously the elder brother and the elder sister are the twins of dragon and phoenix, why is it me who looks like the elder sister?"

Ling Qingyan: "."

(End of this chapter)

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