Noble First Daughter-in-law

Chapter 972 Handwriting
Yu Wenyuan's expression condensed again. He was silent for a moment and said, "You continue."

Chu Ruoyan said: "So, someone put this lid into the medicinal materials storing clove powder in advance, and it was contaminated with the dust and smell of cloves. The first time, because the dosage was not much, Yuan Qian's condition after taking the decoction It improved slightly, but after just one night, I became allergic to cloves, cried uncontrollably, and even developed convulsions.”

"..."

"And this time, the main messenger has increased the dosage, intending to put Yuan Qian to death!"

Yu Wenyuan said solemnly: "Who is it?"

Hearing his words, Chu Ruoyan calmed down, while Shang Ruyi raised his head, met Yu Wenyuan's solemn gaze solemnly, and said, "Those who did these things are the ones who falsely accused my son of having an affair with Sun Xianyue. , the purpose is to let the father ground his son so that he can take advantage of this period to attack Yuan Qian! "

"..."

Yu Wenyuan's brows tightened even more.

He pondered for a moment, and his heavy breath slowly eased, and he said: "You said that the previous incident was framed by someone, how can you prove it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yu and Tu Sheer, who had just left to look for evidence in Qianqiu Palace, came back. Tu Sheer also held a large pile of rice paper in his hand. Liu Yu stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, what Princess Qin said The evidence is here.”

Yu Wenyuan said: "Send it up."

Tu Sheer immediately put the pile of rice paper in his hand on the table in front of him. Yu Wenyuan lowered his head and saw that it was the paper used by Shang Ruyi to practice calligraphy. There were also some poems on it that she had composed or copied these days. Ancient prose, the pen moves like a dragon, and each end is filled with exquisite calligraphy.

Even though he was feeling heavy now, Yu Wenyuan sighed in his heart.

But after reading two pages, he immediately looked up at Shang Ruyi and said, "What kind of evidence is this?"

Shang Ruyi said: "Father, I was practicing calligraphy and meditating in Qianqiu Palace a few days ago. Tu Sheer sorted and placed all the words I wrote, and the order she arranged was based on the day I wrote. The earliest one written, Put it on top.”

"Oh?"

When Yu Wenyuan heard this, he lowered his head and looked at the one on top, which was the "Katydid" chapter in the Book of Songs.

The brushwork is soft, but this softness reveals a stiffness, as if it suppresses the strength and perseverance in the heart. Therefore, even if the brushstrokes are deliberately soft, there is still a bit of rigidity in the brushstrokes.

Yu Wenyuan turned to the second page, which was a copy of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

This one looks much more comfortable. The brushwork is vigorous and the ink is thick. Just a glance reveals a brave and killing spirit. The so-called words are like people, but it is more likely that the words are like hearts. When copying the Art of War, What I was thinking about was that I could fight like a fierce warrior and swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger. It was inevitable that my pen would be filled with such murderous intent.

but--

Yu Wenyuan frowned slightly and looked up at Shang Ruyi, as if he still didn't understand what the evidence was. Shang Ruyi said softly: "Actually, the first piece of paper actually written by Erchen, as Erchen told his father that night, has been Stolen."

"..."

"That one says Wu Yi."

Yu Wenyuan raised his eyebrows slightly.

At this moment, he understood why the writing style of "Katydid" in the second piece was so awkward. Because he had just finished writing the first piece, the surging meaning in the heart of the person who wrote the pen had not faded away. It was inevitable that he would bring that feeling when writing the second piece. The mood was awkward, but when I wrote the third piece of The Art of War, it became smoother again.

And this - Shang Ruyi said: "Please bring the so-called letter written by my son to Sun Tianyue, and compare it."

Yu Wenyuan's heart moved and he immediately said to Liu Yu: "You go."

Liu Yu didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly turned around to go. Shang Ruyi immediately said: "When my father-in-law goes to get the letter, please take the opportunity to bring another piece of evidence from that night, which is the letter that Sun Tianyue left in the backyard of Qianqiu Palace." Get some scraps of clothing too.”

Liu Yu was stunned, turned to look at her, and then looked at Yu Wenyuan, who said: "Go."

Liu Yu hurried over and got these two things in a short while.

Shang Ruyi said: "The evidence is here. Father will know it at a glance."

In fact, Yu Wenyuan already knew it in his mind. He took the letter from that night and read it again. After reading it, he looked up at the people in the hall, and the scrutiny in his eyes was a little deeper.

Han Yuhui on the side kept her head lowered, her face seemed a little pale.

This dull atmosphere also made Zhang Yuping a little uneasy. She forced a smile and said: "Your Majesty, what is wrong?"

Yu Wenyuan said calmly: "The handwriting written by Princess Qin at the beginning is vigorous and powerful. It is indeed very similar to the handwriting on this letter written to Sun Xianyue."

"that is not--"

"But this is the handwriting that Princess Qin wrote when she first started practicing calligraphy a few days ago."

As Yu Wenyuan spoke, he opened the thick rice paper and took out the last one, but his face was a little awkward. Zhang Yuping, who had been serving him, lowered his head and said "ouch" immediately. Turn your face to one side.

Everyone in the hall was a little surprised, wondering what she saw.

Shang Ruyi's face was a little red at this time, but he still raised his head and said solemnly: "This poem was written by my son who misses King Qin. His mood is very different from before, so the handwriting has also changed. Please understand. check."

Yu Wenyuan didn't speak, only nodded slightly.

In fact, Shang Ruyi didn't need to say it, he could also tell the mood of this spring-filled poem. He could tell at a glance that when he wrote this, Shang Ruyi's mood had softened. The writing style was gentle and the words were smooth. There is a faint touch of brushstrokes in between, and there is a sense of lingering sadness in the flowing clouds, which is completely the tenderness of a child.

Shang Ruyi said: "I hope my father will investigate clearly. When I wrote the last word, the so-called son minister had already delivered the letter to Sun Tianyue, inviting him to Qianqiu Palace for a while. If it was really his son." The letter I wrote was for a private meeting. My handwriting should be what it looks like on this page, and it definitely shouldn’t be what it looked like a few days ago.”

"..."

"It's a pity that the person who stole the words didn't know that he was just killing termites. Erchen took everyone away to avoid the stimulation of bamboo vinegar. When Qianqiu Palace was empty, he took away what Erchen wrote at will. The handwriting on the top was imitated, and the letter for illicit communication was written. "

At this time, Han Yuhui suddenly said: "But, who can prove that the princess has indeed had her painting stolen?"

"..."

"This seems to be just the princess talking to herself from beginning to end."

Yu Wenyuan looked back at her without saying anything, then looked at Shang Ruyi, who smiled faintly and said calmly: "Of course someone can prove it."