Chapter 39 Lantern Festival ([-])

Zhao Yi glanced at it and said: "The witnesses and evidence are here, Wang Chuan, I can't help you."

He stood up, patted the ashes on his body, and straightened his hair: "Gu Ye knows that you are an old minister of the humerus, but now that this situation has happened, my father is furious and will definitely kill you to vent his anger. After all, you were originally a disaster relief person." The chief minister, now this inexplicable huge sum of money..."

Wang Chuanzhi was referring to the disaster relief operation the year before last. How many years ago was that in the old almanac?

Besides, he was greedy for some money that time, but he wouldn't dare to take so much money.

The total amount of disaster relief money is not that much!

He knew very well that if he didn't tell the origin of the money clearly, the emperor would not let him go, but even if he did, the lord would not let him go. Everyone would die, and besides, he just said Yes, the emperor will definitely punish him.

It's better to put your treasure on that adult. He doesn't want him to be exposed and will definitely come to save him.

After thinking about it, he calmed down and said, "Your Highness, no matter what, I am a loyal old minister. This money really has nothing to do with me. I have never seen any written evidence like this. Someone must have used it to frame Zhongliang!"

Who did this to harm him?

Many people quickly flashed through his mind, but he denied them one by one.

But as long as he refuses to admit it or make a pledge, he still has a chance.

Ning Deyi next to him laughed loudly: "Wang Chuan, are you considered a loyal person? Then I am not someone like the former Prime Minister Wei, hahahaha."

He pulled the woman on the ground up and brought her to Wang Chuan: "Take a good look at this face. Do you really not recognize it? You are so embarrassed!"

The woman turned her head in discomfort.

Wang Chuan endured it and wanted to say that he didn't recognize it, but his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a small mole behind her ear. The red heart shape formed a sharp contrast with the skin, which was quite charming.

"You, you are Yuqing? How dare you...who asked you to do this?"

He suddenly got into trouble, his eyes were red and he desperately tried to catch her. Yu Qing was startled.

"Is it him! Did he send you here!"

Yuqing is a special being raised in this building. She seems to be exclusive to that adult. Not many people have seen her face. They only know that she has a heart-shaped red mole behind her ear. She looks pretty and somewhat beautiful. means.

Now that she is here, that means that the adult is going to burn bridges across the river?
Also.

Putting all the blame on him would only result in a loss of more than 300 million taels, but he could still turn around.

This is because he is afraid that it will be traced to him!

He gritted his teeth and his face turned the color of pig liver: "Your Highness, this matter does have something to do with me. I will tell you, look at me..."

Zhao Yi smiled and patted his hand. His expression was like that of a living Buddha, full of holy light: "Who in this world can guarantee not to make mistakes? If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is no such thing as good. You will be fine."

Wang Chuandao: "I can only tell you about this matter. And I have a request, kill this woman! She will tell it!"

The woman on the ground shook her body, but her eyes were unexpectedly calm, as if she had accepted her ending long ago.

Zhao Yi said: "Okay."

He ordered: "Ning Deyi, go and deal with her. She is also a poor person. Give her a good burial."

At this time, Wang Chuan did not forget to flatter him and said: "Your Highness is so righteous, this is also for the people of Liming. This woman can be considered a good deed."

Hypocrisy guy.

Obviously he was afraid that this woman would go out and tell the people behind the scenes that he would not survive the night.

Ning Deyi silently despised him in her heart, but still pulled the woman out.

-

About half an hour later.

Zhao Yi walked out of the cell door, and Ning Deyi was waiting at the door: "Your Highness, is this all?"

He patted his sleeves and said, "It's not a big role, and I don't know much about it."

Ning Deyi brought two people in, and sure enough they saw that Wang Chuan had expired.

He ordered: "You two carry him down and take him to the funeral mound."

Doorway.

Yuqing came out of the side door and said respectfully: "Your Highness, what else do you need me to do next?"

Yuqing's identity is no longer suitable to appear again.

No matter which side.

Zhao Yi said: "Do you remember that you seemed to have won first place in Zhankui last time?"

She said: "She is the number one female leader."

Obviously she was not very satisfied with the result.

Zhao Yi said: "There is indeed something I want you to do."

-

the next day.

Because today is the annual Lantern Festival, Li Baojia was pulled up early.

She was wearing the red narrow-sleeved brocade skirt. The waist was not tied with an ordinary wide belt, but with long thin silk threads, which were wrapped around the waist several times. Her waist was slender, her legs were long, and her cuffs were even more obvious. It is also tied with a ribbon to look like a bow, which is simple yet smart.

The upper part of her hair was tied up with a gemstone hosta, and the lower part hung neatly behind her. There were two small red agate strings hanging on both sides, which looked very cute.

She turned around and admired herself in front of the bronze mirror.

This bronze mirror is not big, and the illumination is not very clear, with a yellow tint.

She suddenly missed the mirror she used to have in the East Palace. It was said to be shipped from the East. It was three feet long and could clearly illuminate the whole body.

If only I could transport it back secretly.

Although the bronze mirror is not very clear now, I will go to the shop to order a large one in a few days.

Xiaotao next to her said while packing her things: "Miss, don't take photos, just leave quickly, there are a lot of things to do today."

According to the tradition of the Lantern Festival, in the morning we have to pay homage to our parents and ancestors, in the afternoon there is a flower boat performance, and in the evening we give each other handkerchiefs, beads and flowers and put out lanterns together to express love.

What Li Baojia hated the most was the flower boat performance. He sat there all afternoon and could only eat some choking snacks and watch the whole afternoon.

Moreover, most of the noble ladies performed similarly, so it was boring to watch.

It's just playing the piano and dancing. Nine out of ten people are like this.

The palace event of throwing pomegranates and golden spikes at the city gate took place after the flower boat performance, so in previous years Zhao Yi would not go to watch the performance.

Because there are a lot of preparations for throwing the golden ear later, and there are still sacrifices to the sky ahead, I don’t know why he suddenly came here this year.

Could it be that Su Ruhui has some unique skills that she wants to shine this year?

In her previous life, she left the table early and didn't pay attention to this at all.

At that time, it seemed that he also came, but he left before seeing Su Ruhui's performance, probably because Su Ruhui's performance was unlucky in the lottery, so she drew the second to last one.

I guess I was in a hurry to go back and prepare for the golden ear throwing activity.

She asked: "Is my poem ready?"

Yes, she was going to just write a poem, quickly and without any mistakes.

Xiao Tao replied: "It has been put away. You can take it out and read it when the time comes. Miss, why don't you compose a poem now? This is from a long time ago."

"I've just finished my illness, so I don't have the time to write poetry anymore. I just want to watch other people's performances today."

Xiaotao sighed deeply.

Miss looks so lazy, when will she find a good husband?
Miss Mingming is very good at dancing and playing the piano well. Even performing a painting is better than reciting poetry.

(End of this chapter)

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