beauty heart thorn

Chapter 72
Because of Yueyan, the original departure date was delayed again and again, and it was already early August when I returned to Jiangling.

The weather in Jiangling has officially entered into a kind of wonder, cold in the morning, hot in the afternoon and hot in the evening.

Because of the extreme heat, Gu Mingzhu really didn't want to go out. After staying at home for a few days, the white carrier pigeon landed by the window.

Yueyan took the letter as usual, and handed it to the drowsy Gu Mingzhu, "Miss, letter."

Gu Mingzhu took the letter, opened it reluctantly, just glanced at it, and sat up with a focused look.

Yue Yan stared at the snow-white carrier pigeon suspiciously, and said, "Miss, why haven't I seen this pigeon before?"

Gu Mingzhu said: "Xu Jue gave it to me, saying that it was raised since childhood, and understands human nature."

Yue Yan was slightly stunned, looking back at her in the sunset like clouds, she pondered for a moment, and said: "Miss and Xu Shizi..."

Gu Mingzhu raised her head and said, "Okay."

Yueyan had an intuition that this was good, not just superficially good, she vaguely guessed something, but didn't say any more.

Gu Mingzhu said: "I'll go out for a while."

Her mood became somewhat cheerful, and even her steps became brisk.

It was night.

The night in Jiangling City had just begun, and the streets were full of people.

The carriage stopped in front of a secluded house, Gu Mingzhu got out of the carriage, opened the door and entered.

The people in the court noticed the movement, turned around and smiled at her.

Gu Mingzhu stepped forward and said, "How is the prince's health?"

Xu Jue shook her head and took her hand: "I go back this time, and it looks worse than before."

Gu Mingzhu said: "Auspicious people have their own celestial features."

She probably also knew that Xu Wei was at the end of his battle, but she didn't know what to say to Xu Jue at this moment.

Xu Jue was silent for a moment, then said, "I told my mother about you, she wants to meet you."

"When the matter in Jiangling comes to an end, I will definitely pay a visit."

The two walked into the gazebo, the summer evening breeze was blowing, there was tea and two plates of snacks on the table.

Xu Jue sat down first, hugged him on his lap, and said, "I haven't seen you for a month, why are you so light?"

Gu Mingzhu leaned into her arms, stretched out her hands on the bench, and Xu Jue caught her body with his arms.

She said: "I'm so haggard because of Yixiao..."

Gu Mingzhu thought to herself: This human pillow is quite comfortable.

Xu Jue circled her, chuckled lightly, reached out and took out an object from her bosom, and slowly put it on her hand.

It was a silver round bracelet with two small bells attached to it.

Gu Mingzhu said, "When did you buy it?"

Xu Jue said: "I thought I loved you when I was in Dangzhou, but when I arrived in Gusu, I was short of breath and forgot about it afterwards. On the way back to Kyushu, I realized that I forgot to give it to you."

Gu Mingzhu shook her wrist, the bell made a crisp sound, and her white wrist was particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.

"It's very beautiful." She said, and then she remembered the business and said, "Yunzhao has returned to Jiangling a few days ago."

Xu Jue was tickled by that wrist, reached out and grabbed a strand of her hair, wrapped it around the end of her finger, and said, "En."

Gu Mingzhu said: "I'm here to tell you that someone will bring up the matter of Concubine Yun in the court tomorrow morning. Regardless of Concubine Yun's innocence, it will not affect the status of Emperor Yunzhao's heir."

Xu Jue said, "What do you want?"

"Help him."

Xu Jue paused with her fingers, looked down at her, and said, "Help him ascend the throne?"

"Yes."

Xu Jue remembered the answer he didn't get last time. He felt uncomfortable, but he didn't show it, and said, "Why?"

Gu Mingzhu didn't notice Xu Jue's strangeness, and said, "It's very useful."

Xu Jue said: "If Yunzhao returns to the royal family, then he will not be far from the throne."

Gu Mingzhu smiled: "I know, the throne is close at hand, but far away in the sky."

Xu Jue looked into her bright eyes, his throat rolled inexplicably, his desire rose suddenly, and he said, "What do you want me to do?"

"No, just look at it." Gu Mingzhu played with the small bell on her wrist and said, "Just to talk to you."

Xu Jue moved closer and said, "Huh? Afraid I'll make trouble?"

Gu Mingzhu said: "I'm wronged! I really just talked to you casually. If you don't want to hear it, then I won't talk about it in the future."

Xu Jue said, "Yes, I want to hear it. I love to hear whatever you say."

Gu Mingzhu looked at him suspiciously, Xu Jue lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, and sighed, "This is such a difficult day..."

Gu Mingzhu didn't know why, when he looked up, he saw a sky full of stars in the night.

Her eyes reflected the stars and the moon, but Xu Jue's eyes reflected her.

……

The next day.

The atmosphere in the court was tense, and young officials came out to bow and wait.

The emperor sat high, his majestic eyes swept over the group of people below, and said: "What do you love?"

The newly promoted minister of rites came out ponderingly, and said: "The minister seconded the proposal, if Concubine Yun really has a son left behind, then this child will be the heir of the emperor. This is a big matter and cannot be sloppy."

The first ones on the left and right are Li Xiang and Xu Jue.

Both of them spoke out.

A group of officials did not dare to speak freely, and they all secretly lowered their eyes in embarrassment.

Didn't the emperor know what they were thinking? He snorted, looked at Zuo Duan, and said, "What does Prime Minister Zuo think?"

Li Yi mused, cupped his hands and replied: "I think... I think..."

The emperor's displeasure flashed across his eyes, and he said, "Han Zhi, what do you think?"

Han Zhi, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, bowed his hands and came out: "I think that the son's heir is a big matter, and he can't be careless. We need to investigate clearly."

"According to you, how to investigate?"

"I feel that since the certificate is required, we must first find out what happened in the past. Since there is a son left behind, it means that someone in the palace knew about it at that time."

The emperor lowered his eyes, and asked for a moment: "What do you Aiqing think?"

Someone responded loudly: "The minister seconded the proposal."

Once someone starts, the matter will not be put on hold.

The emperor scanned around, and finally said: "Okay, then let Song Qing investigate this matter."

The young official bent down: "I obey the order."

The early court dispersed, and the officials left the palace in twos and threes.

Song Zixi walked at the end, some of the officials were looking at him, some went up to chat for a few words, when they arrived at the gate of the palace, there was a touch of red clothes standing beside the guards.

It was a tall and straight figure.

Song Zixi stepped forward and saluted: "My next official, Song Zixi, has met the prince."

Xu Jue turned to look at him, and smiled faintly: "Master Song."

Song Zixi nodded.

Xu Jue said: "Master Song is from Gusu."

"Yes."

He looked at Song Zixi, as if he was sizing him up, without expression: "Is there someone to instruct you about today's son's heir?"

Song Zixi shook his head: "Returning to my son, no one gave me permission."

Xu Jue said: "No one asked? Master Song will suddenly mention Concubine Yun?"

Song Zixi lowered his eyes and said: "When I was looking through the secretary, I came across it by chance, and felt a little strange. The book said that the food was hard to swallow for Concubine Yun in the cold winter, and the menstruation was found piled up under the bed after her death. So take a wild guess.”

Xu Jue stared at him for a while, and finally said, "Master Song is really a wunderkind."

Song Zixi didn't understand why, so he had to lower his eyes and listen.

When the carriage arrived, Xu Jue got on the carriage and left the palace gate.

As soon as he left, Song Zixi's nerves relaxed, and he realized that a cold sweat broke out on his back unconsciously.

Song Zixi was young after all, even though he had pretended not to be timid just now, his body instincts were still very honest.

It's obviously just a simple question, but the killing spirit that blows over the battlefield is too oppressive.

(End of this chapter)