Even so, the Queen Mother looked at her, sighed leisurely, and waved: "Good child, come here."
Song Shi was slightly startled, then stood up and walked forward.
The Queen Mother looked at her, turned around and took out a silver hairpin gilded with a phoenix butterfly pattern from the side.
Song Shiwei bent down according to her gesture, and the empress dowager inserted the hairpin into her hair.
"In this way, it can be considered as a hairpin for you."
Song Shiwei's eyes turned red and tears immediately flowed out.
The Queen Mother paused, picked up a handkerchief and wiped her tears: "Why are you crying? Okay, go down and make the perfume."
"I have lost my composure," Song Shiwei choked, "I will leave now."
She turned and walked away in a hurry.
The Queen Mother watched her disappear, and the smile on her face suddenly disappeared.
She looked at the handkerchief in her hand and said in a cold tone, "It's easy to hold," and then threw it away casually, as if throwing away something dirty.
Shuang Ning stood aside, saying nothing.
When Song Shiwei walked out of the hall, all the tears in her eyes disappeared.
She walked to the corner, pulled out the hairpin on her head, and clenched her hands tighter and tighter.
Do you think you can coax her and buy her off this way?
This is probably too simplistic.
Song Shiwei curled up the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, put the hairpin back in place, walked out, and ordered the maid: "How much fragrant grass is left? Bring it all here."
…
Marquis Anle's frame-up of Su Jijiu involved many people. Although he was the mastermind, he alone would not be able to succeed. The emperor secretly ordered He Yanting to conduct a thorough investigation, but Marquis Anle's death date remained unchanged.
Although the saying goes that a dying man speaks good words, Marquis Anle obviously did not have such a high level of awareness and refused to cooperate when questioned.
He Yanting was too lazy to talk to him any more. After coming out of the imperial prison, he never went back.
Today is the day when Marquis Anle will be executed.
Beheading him would be too easy for him, so the emperor ordered beheading him.
When Marquis Anle was dragged to the execution ground, the road nearby was already crowded with common people.
The casino was closed, and those who were controlled by the Anle Marquis and his wife finally gained their freedom. Needless to say, they hated the instigators very much.
The imperial prison was only a short distance away from the execution ground, but the Anle Marquis's family was covered with vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, and the stench was overwhelming.
Everything was fine at first, until they stood on the execution ground and knew clearly that they were about to die. Their faces turned pale. Lu Yaozu looked at the guillotine with a distorted expression, his legs trembling, and something flowing down his legs and dripping onto the ground.
He was actually incontinent.
The people who were watching the execution pointed at him and laughed at him.
Lu Yaozu could hear their laughter in his ears and saw fear of the guillotine in his eyes. Even breathing felt painful for him and he felt dizzy.
He Yanting was the chief executioner. Perhaps his fear of death had reached its extreme. As soon as Marquis Anle saw him, he started cursing and using foul language that was unbearable to hear.
He Yanting remained unmoved and waited for the time.
"Do you think you'll have an easy life in the future? And Jiang Zhiyu, sooner or later, will end up like me..."
He Yanting raised his eyebrows slightly: "Execution."
The jailer next to him was stunned: "But the time..." has not come yet.
He had just said three words when He Yanting looked over. The jailer shuddered slightly, swallowed what he was about to say, and shouted loudly, "Execute!"
The knives fell from their waists, and they watched in horror as they were cut into two pieces. They watched themselves struggling in a pool of blood. It was unknown how long it took before they were completely lifeless.
The people watching the execution gradually dispersed. Suddenly, several wild dogs rushed out from nowhere and tore into the corpse...
…
Inside the Dali Temple, Shi An looked at the Minister of Rites and sighed softly, "Sir, even if you come to me every day, I can't conjure up the murderer for you."
Minister of Rites Gao Zhenjiang was so angry that his face turned red and his neck thickened: "This is your responsibility. What do you mean you can't do it? What are you doing at the Dali Temple? It's been so long and you can't even find a robber!"
Shi An put down the file in his hand, walked up to him, and poured him some tea: "Sir, calm down. Shengjing is in trouble right now. Apart from anything else, the person who killed Lu Daizong hasn't been found yet, right? Besides, your son is fine, isn't he? He's not missing any limbs, and not a single hair has fallen off his body. Just be thankful."
Thinking of the scene of Gao Zilun running back, Shi An couldn't hide his smile.
"What do you mean?!" It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it. As soon as he mentioned it, Gao Zhenjiang became even angrier: "What do you mean it's okay? Are you worried because my son hasn't come back?!"
"Your Excellency has misunderstood. That is not what I meant."
Gao Zhenjiang's chest heaved violently. "I see that's what you mean. Also, what was the patrol guard doing that day? Seeing that the young master had no clothes, why didn't they give him some? Who was on duty that day? Let him come see me!"
"Sir, calm down. I don't know who was on duty that day. Besides, they can't be blamed for this."
Gao Zhenjiang narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Shi An, for the sake of our colleagues, I don't want to say anything unpleasant."
Shi An smiled and said, "Of course, of course. I know what you mean, sir, but I don't know who was on duty that day. So, how about I go down and check it out and tell you later?"
Gao Zhenjiang snorted coldly: "I want to see someone in one day, otherwise, don't blame me."
He turned away and walked away. Shi An followed him for a few steps, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"grown ups……"
The servant beside him came forward, and Shi An turned around and picked up the teacup on the table and swung it.
"Why are you panicking? He's just the Minister of Rites. Do you really think you can do anything to me?" Shi An snorted. "Don't worry about him. If he comes again tomorrow, we'll continue to entertain him. If he comes for a few more days, the emperor will have to take care of him."
"By the way, you guys should be smart and not be tricked by him."
The guards nodded repeatedly.
Shi An snorted and spilled the remaining tea on the ground.
…
Two major events happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion today.
One thing is that Mrs. Du, who had been in the mansion for more than ten years, had no movement in her belly for more than ten years, but today she was suddenly diagnosed by the doctor as being pregnant.
The second thing was that the old lady suddenly fell ill and couldn't even get out of bed.
With one feeling happy and one sad, Jiang Zhaorong returned home and went to the old lady's room first. Du Yuelan and Taohong were also in the old lady's room.
The doctor took the pulse and his brows furrowed more and more.
"How?" Jiang Zhaorong asked.
"The old lady is old, and the wind has been very cold recently. She might have caught a cold," the doctor said hesitantly. "But her pulse is erratic. It seems she has been poisoned."
Poisoned!!!
Jiang Zhaorong frowned and looked around: "There are only a few people in the house serving the old lady. If she was poisoned, it could only be you."
Upon hearing this, all the maids in the room knelt down and confessed.
"Don't worry, my Lord. I've checked the old lady's pulse and it seems more like a chronic poison. Bring me all the things she usually imports."
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