Fengqi Jingshi

Chapter 167 Thinking carefully (1)

Shu Yao remembered what she once asked Shen Junzhuo: How can I prove my father's innocence?
Shen Junzhuo looked at her for a long time, and finally said:

"You don't need to prove Mr. Li's innocence, just prove the prime minister's guilt."

Prove that the Prime Minister is guilty, and everyone in the world knows that he is guilty, but the people in the world have nothing to do with him, even the officials dare not speak out and cannot touch him.

This is such a difficult thing. She was a little discouraged when she heard it, but after one night, she mustered up her courage again.If she didn't do anything because she was afraid of difficulties, and watched her relatives hide their names, and the Li family would wither from then on, no matter what kind of life she could live, she would hate herself and regret it for the rest of her life.

Even if it is a gnat that can shake a big tree, she still has to give it a try.

Many of the prime minister's crimes are obvious, the officials can't touch him, Shen Junzhuo can't touch him, it's just because he can unite half of the court, if he is moved, the whole court will be easily aroused. turmoil.

That being the case, Shu Yao thinly separated a strand of silk thread in her hand, pulled it, and the separated thin thread was easily broken into two pieces.She put down the silk thread, asked someone to prepare a carriage, called the chief escort, and went to the backyard of Yishuijian.

The moon and stars are scarce, there are occasionally one or two pedestrians on the road, the shops that are not on the night market street have already closed, and occasionally there are one or two people with lights on to rush to work, the streets are all dark.

When the weather is hot, the carriage is no longer covered with airtight surroundings, but hung on it with a thin veil. When the wind blows, the veil can be blown up, rippling layer upon layer, like flower petals.

Shu Yao was sitting in the car, dressed in men's clothing, with a high bun, with a breeze blowing by her ears, and the hair at the back of her head was blown by the wind, gently floating in the night.

Ren Escort always drives steadily, neither rushing nor slowing down.The horse's hoof fell on the green bricks of the street, and there was a crisp rattling sound. The axle was full of oil, but there was no sound at all.Such a quiet and warm night inevitably makes people have the desire to talk freely, Shu Yao said:
"I haven't asked the escort, where is the escort?"

Escort Ren held the reins with one hand, propped his knees with the other, and said while driving:

"My ancestral home is Liaoyang, and my family's ancestor Uehara was also a farmer. Later, he thought that farming was not profitable, so he sold the property and went to the city to find a job. I didn't want my grandfather to accidentally get into a lawsuit, and the family went bankrupt. Since then I was very poor. My father was sent to the martial arts hall to practice martial arts since he was a child, and he thought that he could make a living by relying on this. Later, he started to walk the darts, and I can be regarded as inheriting my father's career."

Shu Yao snorted, and was about to ask him if he had a family, when he saw another tall carriage coming towards him. The carriage was an open one, with a person sitting in the middle, wearing a white Taoist robe, blown away by the wind under the moonlight. Gently puffed up.

The two carriages passed quickly by each other, and Shu Yao's heart suddenly lifted. She didn't expect to meet Uncle Liu Guo again here!She was sitting upright in the carriage, fortunately there was a curtain on the top of the carriage, presumably she could not be seen clearly from the opposite side under the melting moonlight.

Uncle Liu Guo noticed the carriage with the white curtain from the very beginning.This kind of carriage is very common in this season. Children of aristocratic families, merchants and wealthy households are unwilling to travel in the sun, so they usually hang curtains on open-top carriages.

He just glanced at him, and the young master sitting in the middle had an ethereal figure and his black hair was flying, and he planned to see who it was.Originally, he shouldn't have gone this way, but he asked the coachman to change the route and walked towards the carriage.

At the moment of passing by, the wind blows, and the layer upon layer of veil is like a blooming epiphyllum, blooming in the night with surprise, and the person sitting in the car is like a nine-day god, The beauty is earth-shattering, a quiet abyss, sacred and inviolable.

(End of this chapter)