Chapter 527 Request for an interview

The Dali Temple worked efficiently and quickly gathered witnesses and evidence to convict Zhao Lian'er.

Zhao Lian'er pleaded not guilty and asked to meet with Princess Ronghua Zhu Huaizhen.

"Chen Nuo, it's just a small matter, why bother you to come here in person?" Zhu Huaizhen shook his head and laughed.

She was lying on a beauty couch surrounded by lacquered and gold-painted scrolls of poetry and paintings, fanning herself with a mahogany-handled round fan embroidered with a pomegranate, cat, and butterfly pattern, moving it up and down like a Persian cat, listening to "Peach Blossom Fan".

Orioles chirp at dawn in the jade trees of Jinling, flowers bloom early in the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red mansion, I watched him entertain guests, and I watched his mansion collapse. Here, amidst the mossy, blue tiles, I once slept in a dreamlike state; I've witnessed fifty years of rise and fall. No one in Wuyi Lane is surnamed Wang, ghosts cry at Mochou Lake, and owls roost on Phoenix Terrace. Dreams of the ruined mountains are the most real, the old land hard to lose. I don't believe this map is changing manuscripts. I'll compose a lament for Jiangnan, and sing it until I grow old.

That rich and colorful cup of sesame, salt, bamboo shoots, chestnuts, loofah kernels, walnut kernels, spring immortal seagull, swan osmanthus, rose and brine Lu'an sparrow tongue bud tea, must be finished.

That bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall was carefully prepared by Qiu Niang and had to be finished.

Sugar-heart abalone, pineapple sea cucumber, white shark lips, young deer tendons, claw meat, golden shark fin, ivory clam meat, spider fish glue, quail eggs, ham, pork ribs, clean winter bamboo shoots, king oyster mushrooms, chrysanthemum mushrooms, wild pine mushrooms, morels, snow bamboo fungus, Shaoxing wine, eighteen ingredients, eighteen delicious flavors. The moment you lift the lotus leaf covering the jar, the rich meaty aroma is so fragrant that even a Buddha would jump over the wall.

“Princess Ronghua, do you want to hear another piece of ‘The Injustice of Dou E’?” Shen Nuo lost his patience and said coldly.

The sun and moon hang in the sky at dawn and dusk, and spirits wield the power of life and death. Heaven and earth, supposed to distinguish between the clear and the turbid, yet how could they have confused Dao Zhi and Yan Yuan? Those who do good suffer poverty and a shorter life, while those who commit evil enjoy wealth and longevity. Heaven and earth, seemingly coveting the strong and bullying the weak, yet they also seem to go along with the tide. Earth, if you can't distinguish between good and evil, what are you called Earth? Heaven, you misjudge the wise and the foolish, unworthy of being Heaven! Alas, all I can do is shed tears.

Originally, he didn't want to listen, but after hearing what Chen Nuo said, Zhu Huaizhen had to listen.

So, Zhu Huaizhen procrastinated on this trip and was busy from noon to dusk.

"You're so late." Zhao Lian'er's face was pale and she gritted her teeth, like a ghost.

"It's not too late, it's a good time to tell you the truth." Zhu Huaizhen said slowly.

"Chen Liang is your man." Zhao Lian'er sneered.

She should have thought of this earlier so as not to fall into the beauty trap.

However, the gentlemanly scent on Chen Liang was cool but not cold, and was extremely similar to Chen Ming'an.

The main ingredients of gentleman incense are agarwood, jasmine flowers, and fresh cypress leaves. The production process is relatively simple. First, the agarwood is ground into extremely small particles. Next, dried jasmine flowers and fresh cypress leaves are stacked into a round cake, with the cypress leaves on top and the jasmine flowers on the bottom. The cake is then tightly pressed together. The agarwood particles are then pressed into the jasmine flowers, creating a thin, portable incense cake.

She naively thought that God took pity on her for being abandoned by Chen Ming'an and gave her Chen Liang.

If the sky had feelings, it would also grow old.

She is ridiculous.

"Zhao Lian'er, he is not mine, he belongs to Princess Pingyang." Zhu Huaizhen casually found a corner, sat on the straw, touched his chin, and smiled meaningfully.

"Princess Pingyang? Princess Pingyang! Princess Pingyang..." Zhao Lian'er laughed so hard that tears started to fall.

It turned out that the biggest obstacle between her and Chen Mingan was Princess Pingyang.