famous concubine

Chapter 67 Destruction (1)
Mother Zhu paused for a moment, gritted her teeth, and said: "After thinking about it, this servant decided to take advantage of the opportunity of the Empress's Empress to hold a Hundred Flowers Banquet to report my Second Miss, and beg the Empress to show respect to all the ladies, and to show mercy to Second Miss. It is also because of ignorance that I have been collecting this porcelain vase..."

"You lowly slave, you're just talking nonsense here." Kang Yue's angry voice sounded flat, and Leng Lanruo walked out of the crowd with graceful lotus steps, "How could His Highness the Sixth Highness give her a tribute? If this blue and white porcelain If it is genuine, then she must have instigated His Highness the Sixth Highness."

Dongfang Yu looked at the vulgar girl with sullen expression, he couldn't help being startled, and thought: What is the relationship between Princess Youlan and that peacock?Zhu's mother just mentioned Fengyu, and she became more and more nervous and scolded?

"Princess Youlan County, please be safe and don't get bored!" The queen raised her eyes and stared at Leng Lanruo with a smirk, "Look, Aunt Liu has brought Mr. Du back."

"Slave Du Wang sees the empress."

"Mr. Du, I'm asking you." The queen raised her eyebrows, the light flickered, and the tear mole under the corner of her eye became coquettish and dazzling, and she suddenly said coldly: "Tell me honestly, is the blue and white porcelain that Huaihai Road paid tribute still in Wanbaolou?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Du Wang kowtowed on the ground, trembling like a candle in the wind.

"Huh? If you tell the truth, I can consider a lighter sentence. If not, let me find out..." The queen snorted coldly, narrowing her cold eyes that had been soaked in ice for thousands of years, "This palace will never forgive me."

"Slave...slave...must tell the truth." Du Wang was so intimidated by the queen that he broke out in cold sweat, and immediately nodded his head like a pounding garlic. "More than two months ago, His Highness the Sixth Highness had joked with the slave, saying that he wanted to borrow the blue and white porcelain that Huaihai Road paid tribute to for a few days; the slave naturally didn't dare to agree; His Highness the Sixth Highness didn't mention this matter after that, and after a while, His Highness the Sixth Highness Suddenly let the servant drink with him."

Du Wang quietly glanced at the queen, and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, you know that His Highness the Sixth Highness often brings wine to the palace and asks the slaves to drink with him; therefore, he lets the slaves drink, and the slaves drink. Who knows that day, That day……"

Du Wang slightly raised his head and glanced at the tense face of the queen, and said quickly: "Drinking and drinking, somehow, this slave got drunk; three days later, when the slave was counting the tributes, I found out that the blue and white porcelain ...it just disappeared!"

"Huh?" The Queen's eyebrows were raised, and a sharp and cold light shot out from the corner of her eyes.

Du Wang trembled unnaturally, with his head hanging down, Ai Ai said again: "The servant was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits. He was afraid, afraid that he would report this matter, and lose his official position. It's a small matter, but what if he loses his head because of this matter... The slave has been hiding it." The more he spoke, the lower his voice was, his head almost drooping to his crotch.

"Bastard thing!" The queen threw the teacup out casually, and the still steaming tea splashed, making Du Wang's face full of pain, but his body was stiff and he didn't even dare to move.

The queen stared fiercely at his blushing face, and shouted angrily, "No wonder the amount of tributes does not match in this account book."

"My lord, please forgive me...slave, slave..."

"Forgive me? Hmph, I can spare your dog's life if I want you, but..." The queen stretched her voice, squinted her cool eyes and glanced sideways at the confident, calm and smiling girl, and said indifferently: " You have to bring the blue and white porcelain back to Ben Gong."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! It's been such a long time, this makes the servant...where can the servant find the blue and white porcelain!" Du Wang cried and kowtowed while wiping his cold sweat.

"Fool, this is the inner garden of the imperial palace with strict guards. The blue and white porcelain is just a dead thing. You really think it has wings and can fly out of the palace by itself!" There is a taste of hating iron but not steel.

"Your Majesty is right!" Du Wang seemed to be enlightened suddenly, and his terrified face was slightly tinged with joy, "The imperial palace is not something that ordinary people can enter. This servant doubts...doubts...yes, it's six..."

"What do you doubt? If you have something to say, you can speak it well. If you hesitate to speak, you can't even speak well. I see that you, the manager, have done well."

"Without evidence, this slave dare not speak nonsense, please forgive me, and spare this slave's life!"

"Hmph, I know what you want to say, evidence?" The queen paused, then ordered coldly, "Come here, ask the guards on duty at the palace gate to bring the records from two months ago to come here to see me."

The atmosphere of the imperial garden was unprecedentedly oppressive, and the surrounding scenery with blooming flowers seemed to be tinged with chilling because of this atmosphere.

A piece of blue and white porcelain, when it comes to the hot prince in the court, all the ladies in the official family no longer dare to talk nonsense, and they don't even dare to aim at random anymore.

Everyone stood there anxiously, stretching their necks and waiting for the arrival of the guards at the palace gate who might cause a big wave in the palace.

Quiet, extremely dull and depressing and chilling, the ladies involuntarily breathed lightly.

Dongfang Yu quietly glanced at Du Wang, the skinny manager who was still hunched over and kneeling on the ground, and then at Zhu's mother who had not been awakened all this time. Her brows were shining brightly, and she suddenly smiled meaningfully.

Fortunately, the sound of hurried footsteps quickly broke the breathless silence of the Imperial Garden.

"Xiang Liping, a humble official, kowtowed to the empress." The voice was neither humble nor overbearing, and the guards dropped to the ground on one knee.

The queen waved her hand, signaling him to stand up and speak, Sen Liang's eyes fluttered over: "You are in charge of guarding and recording the Nine Layers Forbidden Palace?"

Xiang Liping straightened his back, his voice was full of spirit, and his expression was neither humble nor overbearing: "Hui Niangniang, it is a humble job."

The queen slowly flipped through the record book, pointed to a page, raised her eyes, stared at Xiang Liping, and asked calmly: "It is recorded here that the sixth prince Feng Yu entered the palace at three o'clock on the fifth day of June, 17th. , and didn’t leave the palace until a quarter of the day before the key was released, are you sure the records are correct?”

"Back to your mother..." Xiang Liping bowed slightly, his voice was loud but not high, and his expression was always neither humble nor overbearing, "Ensuring that the records are correct is an internal matter of my humble position, and my humble position dares to guarantee it with the head of the project. Every item in this record book The records are correct."

Next, the queen carefully asked the specific personnel who were on duty that day. Not long after Xiang Liping left the imperial garden, another palace guard was sent to the queen.

Dongfang Yu listened casually to the previous question, and didn't pay attention at all, but the more she heard the latter, the more chilly she felt in her heart.

"His Highness remembers it very clearly, because only the Sixth Prince was the only one who left the palace that night. He remembered that His Highness drank wine that night, looked very happy, and chatted with him for a while; Seeing that he was carrying a burden, he was talkative for a while. , and asked him if it was the clothes made by the imperial concubine, I remember that His Royal Highness smiled very mysteriously and said: This is a treasure, but it is not clothes..."

(End of this chapter)