Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 100

The founding queen, who penetrated into the hearts of the people, never played those hypocritical tricks.

With a smile on his face, Qin Changge waited with all his leisure, slowly breaking up the silk tassels of a palace fan and straightening them out again.

Xiao Jue stared at her movements, and said for a while, "I believe in Ah Chen."

Qin Changge carefully straightened the silk tassels that were already smooth, raised his eyes, and smiled, "Huh?"

Xiao Jue's gaze was still bright and oppressive in the darkness, "The Son of Heaven is selfless, why do you and I discuss Zhao Wang's innocence in the dark room? If you have solid evidence, just show it! I will kowtow to you Forgiveness of sins, you are allowed to confess your grievances on the golden palace, and show everything frankly to the public. In the case of the empress being murdered first, I want the world to see with their own eyes how I rectify the name of the empress. There will never be a chance to fish me!"

"It's just," he said grimly, "if these are just your schemes and arrangements, and they are all just a game to trap my brother, if you can't prove him guilty but he proves him wrong...you should know The consequences of the people falsely accusing the royal family."

Qin Changge took a deep look at Xiao Jue.

Why isn't he pushing himself?
Why did he give himself a way out?
Xiao Jue, Xiao Jue, are you also afraid that you will soften your heart in the end, that you will have a hard time choosing between your beloved brother and beloved wife, and you will persuade yourself to let Xiao Chen go with the reason that the dead should not be pursued and the living should cherish?

Looking at Xiao Jue who has lost weight in just a few days, and his eyes are slightly black, he thinks of the elegant young man above the frost on the stone bridge, and the pair of brothers who pushed the hot cake with tearful smiles. I'm a little soft-hearted.

Well... I won't force you... You, just watch.

"Then, Your Majesty, get ready to see my paperwork." Qin Changge walked past Xiao Jue with a smile, the scent and voice were as cool, "Also, get ready for the red scarf and emerald sleeves."

Qianyuan three years, winter, the first day of the twelfth lunar month
The year of Guiwei, the month of Guihai, and the day of Wushen.

Auspicious: offering sacrifices, bathing, catching, hunting, weaving nets, house sweeping.

Inauspicious: Marriage, acceptance, alliance, bed rest, ground breaking, burial.

The sky is high and the clouds are clear, the Chengjiang River seems to be running, the wind passes by the high hills in the distance, carrying the fragrance of a wisp of fallen leaves, sweeping up the woman's black-haired plain sleeves, she looks up slightly, as if listening to the sound coming from a far away place. The mysterious voice at the place, for a long time, softly chanted:
"Please rise up with the stars, look at the long wind, and enter the house through the curtain. It is endless like a thread, blowing away my three thousand dreams in the world of mortals, thank you for the streamer. Dancing the long sword, who remembers the old acquaintances? The zither strings are messed up to make new sentences, cut the snow, and melt the rain."

"Why do you need to post the old things in the world, sigh the legend, the pride is not over, how can you give it? The sea of ​​clouds is boundless and the wind will rise, and we will share the poems and poems, put it aside for a while, and fall in love with the Chinese music. Don't recall the long waste snow in the past, always under this haze Misty rain, talk about rise and fall, the bottom of the iron hoof."

Her voice was light and her expression was lofty. Standing beside her, Qi Fan listened to the heroic words, focused on her expression, and sighed slightly for a while.

The heart, which was a little excited and a little anxious because of facing a major event, gradually calmed down because of the calm and graceful demeanor of the woman in front of him.

Only Baozi Xiao, no matter what was about to happen, held his mother by the corner of his clothes and muttered, "You've been very dishonest recently, and you keep it from me everywhere you go."

"I'm going to punish people," Qin Changge bent over and smiled at his son, "It's not suitable for children."

"How can the whole person do without me?" Baozi protested, "I have small poisons every day, but I can't stop dealing with big poisons. You are not as proficient as I am."

"I am more proficient than you in this." Qin Changge smiled sincerely, and whispered in his son's ear: "Without my prenatal education, how could you be treacherous? I have practiced for several lifetimes, and you are still early."

She got up, looked at the gray-faced people following behind, and smiled.

"Everyone, your wives, children, concubines, concubines, beloved silver, jewelry, real estate, manors, fame, status, private dogs... will be returned to you intact after you have done what you should do—don't worry about my credit problem, because even though I have bad credit, you have to listen to me now."

Stretching out his hand, Qi Fan handed over a stack of scrolls.

Patting the scroll, Qin Changge smiled, "I'm still very successful as an imperial merchant..." She winked at Chu Feihuan, who was still injured but insisted on sending her off, and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, crimes should be punished." You will be punished, and the truth will eventually come out, and by then, you should be able to get back what you lost."

"I don't need to take it back." Chu Feihuan looked at her quietly, "I just hope you can come back every time."

"Of course," Qin Changge knelt down and looked into his eyes, "I have never failed your hopes, have I?"

With a slight smile, Chu Feihuan straightened her hair, gestured lightly as if picking a string, "En."

Standing up, Qin Changge looked at Rong Xiaotian, who nodded and gestured to her.

Qin Changge nodded, turned around, and waved his hand gracefully.

"Sue the imperial court!"

The winter sun has a sense of spaciousness, shining brightly on the clean street in front of the Yamen of Yingdu Prefecture.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The heavy drum sounded in front of the huge drum in front of the governor's gate in Yingdu. A group of spectators gathered.

With a look of astonishment, the people looked at the handsome woman who was casually holding the drumstick, beating the drum again and again, as if she was afraid that the drum would be broken by accident. They were so used to grief and anger that they could not wait The suffering master who beat the drums, I have never seen someone who beat the drums so hard.

Then their eyes widened even more - because they saw Du Changsheng, Yin Du's prefect, who had always been serious and steady, even his hat was tilted, and he rushed out almost at the moment the drum sounded.

According to the rules of Xiliang, those who knocked on the door should beat the drums to complain before the Yingdu Mansion. Yin Du Changsheng waited restlessly in the back hall early in the morning, when he heard the sound of the drum, he jumped up with a bang, and hurried out without waiting for the long follower.

The door opened, under the sunlight, the woman playing the drum stopped immediately, and looked over with a charming smile. The plain clothes fluttered under the pale golden light, like a fairy in the dust.

Uh... this is what His Majesty took care of, the sufferer who sued the Imperial Court?

After all, Du Changsheng is an official with many years of ups and downs in the officialdom, and he has long been used to keeping his emotions in his heart, neither happy with things nor sad with himself, and now he is just following the usual routine with his usual expression, and he is promoted to the court for questioning and receiving the paper.

The brows of his eyebrows twitched when the paper was handed over with fine ink, dark flowers and golden threads... This paper is not something ordinary people can use. What is this woman's background?
His Majesty's secret decree only said that he should bring the person who filed the imperial petition to the Hall of Great Instruments, but he didn't say that it was such a timid woman who acted strangely.

He frowned and looked at Qin Changge, and slowly opened the paper.

With a "snap", the paper fell to the ground. Du Changsheng, known as the "Iron Faced Governor", really turned his face into an iron color this time.

The flat gold-shaped paper looked up, with a few big characters dripping with ink.

"Mingshuang, the daughter of the people, is the first to report the murder of the former Empress Ruiyi by Zhao Wang Xiaochen."

After being dizzy for a long time, Du Changsheng took a deep breath. With trembling hands, he carefully sealed the pleading paper without daring to look at it again. He sat down solemnly and stretched out his hand to lead him.

"Girl, please follow me to the golden temple to face the saint."

Dayi Hall, with glazed dragon, phoenix and flower tiles on the top of the treasure, is brilliant in color under the bright and sunny sun.

The palace gates were heavy and heavy, one by one slowly opened in front of her, and then slowly closed one by one.

The thin voice of the servant standing upright on the long steps was like a sharp line, slowly cutting through the solemn silence, and the last coda pierced the sky like a blade.

"Xuan, Mingshuang has an audience—"

She smiled faintly, her dress was meandering, and she stepped up the jade steps of the hall, which stood ten feet high and towered into the clouds. Passing by many surprised and prying eyes, the snow-colored skirt winds like clouds on the deep red and gold-rimmed carpet, layer upon layer like a dream.

A cool and charming dreamland, which makes people dare not be shocked to see the deep blood in it.

On the top of the alchemy, on the top of the golden steps, 34 dragons stalked fiercely, and on the throne inlaid with gold and jade, Xiao Jue, who was formally crowned by the emperor, looked deeply at this woman, walking forward leisurely and fearlessly.

As you can see back then, the woman who was about to be crowned queen, Fengguan Yunshang, overlooked the sky.

Du Changsheng had already knelt down and handed over the pleading paper in silence.

Qin Changge knelt down and smiled towards King Zhao Xiaochen, who was standing first on the left of the princes and nobles and looked at her calmly.

Xiao Chen actually smiled back at her, his expression was calm and he didn't care.

While on the throne, Xiao Jue held his breath, and slowly unfolded the paper that was destined to shock the world and shake the world, and related to the mystery of the life and death of a generation of legendary god empresses.

"Mingshuang, a civilian woman, is the first to report Zhao Wangchen's murder of the former Empress Ruiyi."

"...Zhao Wangchen, with a sneaky and spying heart, Shi Leiting's killing trip, cheating to celebrate his birthday, trying to escape, withdrawing from the palace guards, hiding Changle, and Dong Chengjia, the leader of the first imperial forest, planned to murder in the palace in the dark room, in February Yisi, who is good at tuning the guards of the Second Palace of Changle and Longevity, in order to seek the mother of the country.... I don't see the mother of the country weeping blood, the sky is bright and bright, why is there any resentment?... Now I bowed my head to the altar, knocked on the nine doors, and sued the adulterer to return to the seat of the majesty. The queen is innocent! Only at the bottom of the nine springs and the bottom of the abyss can you smile!"

The tone was as sonorous as a knife hitting a stone, every sentence seemed to spark sparks of grief and anger, and the handwriting was even more flamboyant, as if it was about to be torn out of paper, but Xiao Jue lightly raised his eyebrows, and once again suppressed the hope that he thought was absurd in his heart. Died a little.

It's not her word...

After pondering for a while, he let out a breath. Without looking at anyone, he handed the pleading paper to the servant at the side and said, "Read."

(End of this chapter)