shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 114 White Porcelain
"Yes, Pei's palm print."

Song Qing'an prolonged the sound on purpose, and the corners of his lips smiled.

"It's just this news... Do you want to hide the palm print?"

"Our family doesn't care about such things."

Pei Qing raised her eyes to look behind Song Qing'an, and suddenly stepped forward to grab her wrist and pull her away.

Song Qing'an was pulled over by Pei Qing, staggered and lost his balance, and was about to fall into his arms.

With his arm firmly supported, Song Qing calmed down and looked forward.

It was two palace maids who held a vase as tall as a person, and the vase was in front of them. They walked unsteadily and almost bumped into her.

Those two people struggled to look out from behind, put down the vase hurriedly and knelt down: "Princess forgive me, Lord Palm Print please forgive me."

"What's going on, where did this come from?"

The vase is really too high, although it is often found in the palace, it is usually transported by special chariots and horses, and the palace life will not be carried on the road.

"Reporting to the princess, it was Zhao Cairen who wanted to remove the vase from the palace. Cairen ordered it urgently, so I had no choice but to take it away."

Hearing the words, Song Qing'an glanced at the vase again, and suddenly stepped forward to look in.

"Where did I send you to?"

"Reporting to the princess, Cairen didn't say it clearly, and only let the slave handle it."

Song Qing'an raised his hand and caressed it. This vase is made of white porcelain, with exquisite carvings on it, and the enamel is warm and delicate, as gentle as a finger.

"Is it the tribute from Ding Kiln?"

As Song Qing'an said, he turned his head to look at Pei Qing, and saw him nodding his head slightly.

"It's a pity to lose it, why not send it to my palace?"

The people from the two palaces were obviously stunned, and looked at each other, as if they were thinking about the feasibility.

"Zhao Cairen just asked you to dispose of it and send it to me. It's the same."

"……Yes."

"Remember to be careful."

After Song Qing'an warned, he tapped the vase lightly with his knuckles.

"Princess."

"Let's go, Pei's palm print."

Song Qing'an paused, turned around and smiled with him.

Pei Qing hummed, and walked past her.A smile flashed across Song Qing'an's eyes, and he followed immediately.

After walking far enough, Pei Qing slowed down and waited for her to catch up.

"What does the princess do with that vase?"

Song Qing'an stayed by his side for a moment, his eyes slanted, and there was a sense of amusement.

"secret."

After she finished speaking, she hastened a few steps to the front, Pei Qing stopped, and the distance between them widened.

He narrowed his eyes unkindly.

How daring...
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The imperial doctor and Lu Chuan huddled together in Weiyang Palace for diagnosis and treatment, the other concubines retired one after another, and Song Qing'an also left with everyone.

Zhu Yan overheard some of it, and whispered to her: "The imperial physicians all said that His Majesty took too much elixir, coupled with fright and anger, the reason for this is the surge of energy and blood."

It sounds fine, but the timing of Emperor Liang vomiting blood was too coincidental.

After punishing Liu Qiyun, Piansheng seemed to be angry with her.

Song Qing'an pursed her lips, suppressing her almost uncontrollable smile.

When we arrived at Mingguang Palace, the white porcelain vases from the Ding Kiln that were as tall as a man had already been placed in the inner hall.

"Princess, this is..."

Zhu Yan didn't know what happened on the way Song Qing'an went to the imperial pharmacy, and also said that it was something sent by Concubine Chen or Pei Zhangyin.

"This originally... belonged to Zhao Cairen's palace."

After Song Qing'an finished speaking, Zhu Yan was stunned.

"Princess, what do you want Zhao Cairen's things for? As a princess, you don't need to..." You don't need things that others don't want.

Zhu Yan swallowed the second half, but Song Qing'an had already guessed what she was going to say from her eyes.

"Pei's palm print says that this is the white porcelain that Ding Kiln paid tribute to."

Song Qing'an walked to the porcelain vase, and gently pressed his palms against it, his eyes lingering.

"This kind of porcelain, Ding Kiln has a limited amount of tribute every year. Zhuyan, tell me... Zhao Cairen, does she have a share?"

Zhu Yan frowned: "Zhao Cairen's qualifications are not deep, and his status is low, so naturally..."

She paused, with a look of surprise on her face.

Seeing that she should understand, Song Qing'an didn't say any more.

I'm afraid that this white porcelain was sent by Concubine Chen, but Zhao Cairen wanted to get rid of the relationship, so he rashly let people lose it.

Liu Qiyun was grounded and downgraded, and Emperor Liang fell ill and passed out again... It seemed that it was convenient for her to do anything.

"Bamboo smoke."

Song Qing'an used his fingertips to trace the engravings on the body of the bottle, and suddenly asked, "When did you and Lin Yuan enter the palace?"

"About... when the princess was five or six years old."

Zhu Yan thought about it, and asked curiously: "Why did the princess ask this?"

It was just a year or two before my grandfather's family was slaughtered...

Song Qing'an lowered his eyes and thought silently.

"It just occurred to me that you and Lin Yuan are brother and sister, and it was a coincidence that you followed my elder brother and I after entering the palace."

Zhu Yan's heart tightened, but she didn't show it on her face: "Yes... it's just the maidservant and elder brother's luck."

"Since you and Lin Yuan had just entered the palace at that time, and they had never been trained in the palace, how could they be assigned to my elder brother and me?"

Song Qing'an bent his knuckles, knocked on the vase again and again.

"Reporting to the princess is the will of Concubine Shu herself."

Zhu Yan lowered her head and stared at the floor tiles as she replied, cold sweat oozing from the palms in front of her.

Mother?

Song Qing'an paused, and walked slowly to Zhu Yan.

"If I remember correctly, Zhuyan, you should be two years older than me, right?"

"Yes."

"I used to be curious about why you know martial arts, and I asked my mother, but she didn't tell me anything."

Song Qing'an's eyes were slightly disappointed: "Zhuyan, now, can you tell me?"

"Princess……"

Zhu Yan hesitated, then suddenly knelt down.

"Princess, forgive me, maidservant... I really can't say anything, maidservant."

Song Qing'an didn't make a sound, just stared at her with downcast eyes.

Zhuyan and Linyuan really... really have a problem.

It's not that they are unfaithful, Song Qing'an has no doubts about their loyalty.

It's just that their origins... are too mysterious.

A pair of younger brothers and sisters who know martial arts, so coincidentally followed her and her elder brother.

"It can't be said, but Zhuyan, who sent you to the palace, can you tell me?"

Song Qing'an didn't press any more, and backed off a step at the right time.

Zhu Yan bit her lip hard, her eyes showed a tangled look.

After a while, she replied in a low voice, "Yes...it's Xiang Lu."

Grandfather?

Just before the incident happened, how could there be such a coincidence?
At that time, the grandfather...had he already known the end of the future?

Song Qing'an felt a little dizzy and his breathing was uneven.

"Princess?"

Zhu Yan hadn't heard Song Qing'an's voice for a long time, so she couldn't help looking up worriedly.

But seeing Song Qing'an leaning on the table with one hand, it looked like it was about to fall.

Zhu Yan didn't care about etiquette, and quickly got up and helped her to sit on the couch.

"It's all bad for the maidservant, and the maidservant shouldn't say anything."

Zhu Yanxu read while pouring hot tea and handing it to Song Qing'an.

"You still want to keep it a secret from me?"

Song Qing'an glanced at her, took the tea cup and sipped it.

"What about brother, does he know?"

Song Qing'an just asked casually, but Zhu Yan fell silent again.

She stopped moving her hands, and said slowly, "Could it be...he told you to hide it from me?"

(End of this chapter)