Jun You Ji Fou - Chapter 49

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Su Bai couldn’t help but looked at the letterhead in his hand again, and vaguely smelled the rouge scent stained on it. He settled down and stepped forward to hand the letter to Su Shiyu, “Son.”

“Just put it aside.” Su Shiyu paused slightly in the pen and glanced away. “Has Lan Yi already left Yingchuan?”

“Yes, she should have gone to Xiangyang.” Su Bai put the letter on the book case, noticing how many pages of paper Shi Suyu was drying on her hand, “Huh, is the son writing suicide for Wei Shang?”

“The essay has been written.” Su Shiyu said, “I ordered some words to be sent by the Ministry of Rites, and now I will choose it again. I will decide the title of Wei Shangshu after submitting it to His Majesty tomorrow.”

“Decide the posthumous name?” Su Bai said in surprise. “But is Wei Shangshu not guilty?”

Su Shiyu looked at him and smiled, “How do you know he is guilty?”

“Don’t you say that…the evidence is solid, Wei Shangshu commits suicide or something…”

“It’s just a letter, it’s still not conclusive evidence.” Su Shiyu put aside his pen. “What’s more, Yu Shitai has obtained many copying evidences in recent years. You should have seen some subtlety to be fake.”

“That son means that Wei Shangshu was framed?” Su Bai asked.

“It’s a little speculation, after all, I can’t think of Wei Shangshu’s motive to pass through the enemy and treason.” Su Shiyu said, “The Huns are old, and now the sons of each accountant have their own power. And our majesty is still young, and the situation in Daxia is becoming more and more stable. Wei Shangshu is almost in his sixtieth year. He is also the important member of Hushu Shangshu in the middle of North Korea.

“Really.” Su Bai nodded. “But it’s also strange that Wei Shangshu had always insisted on forming an alliance with the Huns, and no one thought of this level.”

“It is because he wants to form an alliance with the Huns that he will be trapped and die.” Su Shiyu said softly.

Su Bai was puzzled to wait for him to speak.

“The other party’s purpose is not to put him to death, but to completely destroy the alliance with the Huns.” Su Shiyu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly said: “Wei Shangshu is the head of the supportive party. Once he proves that he has the intention to turn to the Huns, then Others will inevitably have this suspicion. As a result, as seen in the early morning of the previous day, not only did no one dare to support the covenant, but also many proposed to cut off all exchanges with the Huns to show innocence.”

Su Bai thought about it seriously, “In this way, Wei Shangshu kept saying that it was the letter you gave to him from the son, not to pull you into the water, but that the person also designed it to make Wei Shangshu more suspicious. A little chance for him to turn over?” He paused and said again, “But… how can we make Wei Shangshu think you are?”

Su Shiyu looked down at the end of the cinnabar pen, seeping a drop of red blood, and dizzy at the edge of Bai Xuan. “Maybe I borrowed my face.”

Su Bai’s back ridge slightly chilled, and could not help being afraid, “… Fortunately, your majesty can trust your son.”

Su Shiyu moved the rice paper a little, and touched her fingertips with a hint of red, smelling but not laughing.

“But what good is it for that person, so much effort is needed to fight against the Huns?” Su Bai suddenly thought of something, “Yes, sir, do you say that it will be… Captain Chu? My dad.” This is not a report to you, saying that the adults who stayed in North Korea changed their attitudes because of the Taiwei Mansion…”

“Fang Cai’s words are nothing but you and me guessing, how can we determine who it is.” Su Shiyu said.

“But it’s already very obvious. It’s not that the dispute between North Korea and Wei Shangshu was the fiercest and most disgusting…”

Su Shiyu smiled faintly and interrupted him, “Come back.”

Su Bai was stunned, not knowing why, but still bowing his head, An An bowed down and left the study.

The cinnabar on the finger was dry, a touch of bright red, Su Shiyu looked down for a moment, and then folded his fingers and smiled softly, and raised the pen to continue to draw on the fold.

The moment he stepped into the Imperial Study, Lu Qinghe couldn’t help but stunned.

Reflecting into the field of vision is a wood sculpture that is as high as her, Tingting woman’s posture, embroidered clothes with a few apricot patterns, and green silk like a waterfall length and waist. A window of sunlight falls behind it. The charm of the goddess has not been engraved on.

“How?” someone asked with a smile.

Lu Qinghe stared blankly at the woodcarving, “It’s so beautiful…” She rushed back to her and hurriedly turned to salute. “See your majesty!”

Li Yanzhen raised her hand and ordered her to rise, rubbing the fine wood chips on the carving knife with her fingertips.

Lu Qinghe looked with him, and she saw that the half-covered hand of Yun Sleeve was only a faint outline, and she couldn’t help but say, “The courtier asked the courageously, why didn’t your majesty complete her face first?”

Li Yanzhen was still looking at the wood carving, his eyes soft, he asked: “It’s a pity?”

“…Yes, I feel uncomfortable when I’m empty.” Lu Qing and frankly said.

Li Yanzhen smiled and took back his eyes. “This kind of fragrant wood is rare for a hundred years. I always feel that it is not insulting to dedicate Shimei talents, but I haven’t found a satisfactory appearance in the selection and selection. Put it aside for the first time.” He turned around and walked to the table to find a scroll of scrolls, spreading out a burning peach blossom, and the woman in the red dress half drew into the painting.

Li Yanzhen dipped his ink pen and raised his eyes and smiled and said: “No need to be discreet, you can just stand casually as before.”

Lu Qinghe replied in unison, holding his skirt in one hand, and raised his head to stand upright against Li Yanzhen.

The jade furnace incense was unmarked, quiet for a while, and Lu Qinghe couldn’t bear to be silent after all. He glanced at the woodcarving, and could not help but whispered, “It’s really a coincidence, such craftsmanship as your majesty, I’m afraid the whole world Not many craftsmen can do it.”

Li Yanzhen smiled and did not raise his eyes, but just gently shook his head and said: “It is better to get better with time, and the puppets in my childhood are not so good.”

“Your Majesty sculpted as a child?”

“It’s not possible.” Li Yanzhen drew his eyes down and carefully outlined the painting, slowly said: “The first wood carving I engraved was the concubine, because at that time she was born, I had nothing, so I had to find a small piece of wood to carve an adult. It’s like sending her. The mother-in-law liked it very much and said that she was like her.” He said slightly, laughing lightly, “It’s actually not similar, even the eyes are asymmetrical, but she likes it very much. I still hold the wood carving tightly. If I knew that, I should have carved it more finely.”

“Nothing?” Lu Qing said with surprise. “…But didn’t the empress dowager just die the year before?”

Li Yanzhen glanced at her and said with a smile: “No, my biological mother was just an ordinary daughter-in-law. I lived with her in the cold palace when she was a child. She was very ill because she didn’t have a doctor to come to see it and passed away. Some of the brothers died in battle, some were killed, and some died. I was the only son left, and this was adopted.”

Li Yanzhen stood up and looked around, the scrolls of the silk script, the jade ink wolves, the emperor’s place was all extravagant, he sighed long, “Now I look back in surprise, but at that time my eyes were not as big as the cold palace, I never knew How big is the world, and I never thought I would be in charge of it.”

This sigh lightly and heavily pressed against her heart, so bored that she couldn’t say anything, Lu Qing and her fingers clenched the sleeves of her sleeves and could only watch him quietly.

His eyes turned inadvertently, and his eyes met, seemingly faintly aware of something. Li Yanzhen turned to the topic, “It reminds me of an interesting thing, when I saw the most amazing beauty in my life, you can guess it. Who.”

Lu Qinghe thought hardly, “… Queen Mother?”

Li Yanzhen couldn’t help but smile, “It’s Su Aiqing.”

“Su, Master Su?”

“Yes, I was established as a prince, Su Aiqing was read into the palace as an attendant.” Li Yanzhen closed his eyes and thought back carefully. “I still remember the day when I saw it fine, the apricot blossoms outside the hall, Su Aiqing in a white shirt, stepped on “Faluohua came over.” He opened his eyes slightly, with a smile. “When Su Aiqing was young, he seemed to be his mother in the world, and after the crown, he gradually followed the outline of General Su Jue. At that time, he was only ten. At the age of five or six, I couldn’t tell clearly, and said, “Sister, you are so pretty. Can I give you a picture?”

Lu Qing and Poo laughed out loud and endured it. Seeing that Li Yanzhen didn’t care, he asked, “How did Lord Su react?”

“Sigh.” Li Yanzhen paused and said, “But then I found out that Su Aiqing was particularly repulsive and was called beautiful for some reason.”

“Oh, maybe it was Master Su who was shy.” Lu Qinghe blurted out.

Li Yanzhen couldn’t help laughing, “Maybe.”

A picture was closed in the chat room. Lu Qinghe and Minato watched it carefully and suddenly listened to the person beside him: “If you like it, I may as well give it to you.”

Lu Qinghe shook his head busyly, “Your Majesty Xie’s grace, no need.”

“Why?” Li Yanzhen puzzled. “Aren’t you satisfied?”

“How could it be so much more beautiful than the servant herself.” Lu Qinghe laughed and looked at Li Yanzhen, “So… Your Majesty just keeps it.”

The smile on her face was bright and bright, and the daylight settled in her pupils shone brightly.

Li Yanzhen was silent for a moment, and chuckled softly, “Okay, then I carefully kept it.”

Jiang Yuan walked past Lu Qinghe who walked out when he entered the Imperial Study. His eyes passed by, and he smelled the red-red skirt slightly dyed jade stove incense. Lu Qinghe smiled frankly, bowed to her, and then left with Gong E, generous.

Jiang Yuan glanced at her almost dashing back, and then turned to look at the picture that Li Yanzhen looked at after the book case. The woman in red leaned on the branch of peach blossoms, smiling brightly, and there was no wine beside her. Without a sword, he is a self-made man.

Jiang Yuan stepped forward and said softly: “If your majesty likes it, it’s better to be included in the palace. Presumably Lu Shangshu is also happy.”

“I really like it.” Li Yanzhen rolled up the scroll and smiled, “But it’s not necessary. The Ranger is going to stay in the rivers and lakes to see the mountains and rivers.”