Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Husband and wife are one, you taught me. ...
As the sun gradually set and the sky was filled with red clouds, Song Siyun changed into a long dress with emerald green and milky white butterfly patterns. She wore a light yellow velvet flower on her head and a lifelike butterfly with its wings spread out was tied to her side. The back of her hair was decorated with an emerald green ribbon, making it look like a spring flower mixed in with the cool autumn day.
Song Sishu sat on the high platform with her sleeves gathered up, her eyes fixed with delight at the spring flower that had leaped into the room.
The next moment, Chunhua seemed to remember something, paused, stood tall in the middle, and opened her mouth to ask, "Your Majesty, did you hunt the deer?"
Song Sishu was shocked and really worried for her. She tilted her head and carefully looked at Emperor Zhaoming's expression.
Seeing that he looked normal, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to tell her to sit down, she heard her desperate voice: "Your Majesty promised me the deerskin and deer legs. I still remember it."
The people in the audience lowered their heads, their eyebrows and eyes drooping obediently, but they also looked up secretly, looking so pitiful, as if they were afraid that he would not keep his word.
Emperor Zhaoming was amused by her behavior. He pointed at the pretentious Song Siyun and turned to accuse her, "Look at this girl. She's been thinking about my little deerskin and leg all day long. She's been through life and death, and she still hasn't forgotten it?"
After that, he seemed to be annoyed and waved to the eunuch Cao beside him and ordered: "Give it to her, give it to her, so that she won't keep complaining in her heart that I don't keep my word."
Finally, he added with a smile: "Give her the other hind leg as well, so that this girl won't have to worry about it every day."
"Thank you very much, Your Majesty." After receiving the reward, Song Siyun smiled brightly, but then seemed to be afraid that he would regret it, so he suppressed his smile and hurriedly agreed.
This haste earned Emperor Zhaoming another reprimand, and he complained to Song Sishu beside him, "Look, she's taking advantage of me and still acting so ungratefully. Can I really do without her for just a deer leg?"
Song Sishu pursed her lips and smiled secretly, "Your Majesty is right. She is just a mischievous ghost."
Below the stage, Song Siyun turned his head away rather proudly upon hearing this, then turned back again a moment later, caught off guard and made a face. Even the usually dignified queen couldn't help but curl her lips and agree, "He's still a lovable mischievous fellow."
On the high platform, several people looked at each other and smiled happily.
The ministers below the stage also laughed in response, and the atmosphere at the bonfire banquet was harmonious and joyful.
In the midst of the joyful atmosphere, an inappropriate sigh suddenly came: "Speaking of which, this king must also offer a toast to Madam Gu."
The laughter stopped abruptly, and when I looked in the direction of the voice, it turned out to be Prince An.
He was dressed in a long, dark python robe, his square face brimming with smiles. He stood up, cup in hand, and walked over to her table, offering his glass in charity. "Thank you, Madam Gu, for distracting some of the assassins yesterday. That gave Jing Heng a moment to breathe."
Song Siyun tilted her head to look at Gu Yanzhou, receiving a look from him. She then looked at the people on the platform, her eyelids slightly closed for a moment, and then she smiled and stood up: "Your Highness Prince An, what you said is not right. Your Highness the Crown Prince is a lucky man, and I am stupid. Not only did I make things worse yesterday, I almost lost my life as well."
"Oh, now that I think about it, my heart is still beating fast." As he said this, he patted his chest exaggeratedly, his face full of fear.
She was just an introduction, and she acted like this...
Wuwei pursed his lips, then turned around, raised his cup to Emperor Zhaoming, and said loudly: "You are right, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, Jing Heng will have the protection of God. But I don't know which villain is so bold as to dare to assassinate the Crown Prince!"
He gently pushed the cup in his hand forward, and the liquor in the cup gurgled out, almost about to burst out, but then it was held against the wall of the cup.
Prince An curved his lips, looked up at him, and said with a smile:
"Royal brother, have you found out?"
When he called out "Royal Brother", the whole room fell silent.
Although Dayuan appointed the most virtuous rather than the eldest son as the heir, the successor has always been the eldest son of the legitimate wife. It was rare that the eldest son of the legitimate wife was still alive and the youngest son succeeded to the throne.
If there is, it can only mean that the eldest son’s character is so poor that he cannot be trusted.
now……
Everyone looked at each other with their eyes and their noses, not daring to say a word.
Prince An looked around and saw no one answering for a long time, so he continued to himself, "It doesn't matter if they didn't find it, my brother has found it."
He finished his words, emptied the wine in his glass, threw it heavily on the ground, and ordered sternly: "Bring it up!"
As he finished speaking, a young man in a black and gold robe with narrow sleeves and a tall crown on his head came in, accompanied by a guard.
As soon as he pinned the man to the ground, he tossed the corner of his robe and knelt on one knee to report: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, and Your Majesty, the real murderer is this man, the adopted son of the former eunuch Fu'an - Fushun."
On the high platform, Emperor Zhaoming's face was stern. He turned his gaze from Prince An to Fushun and asked in a deep voice, "The late emperor was kind and benevolent, and treated people very well. What made you dissatisfied and want to assassinate the crown prince and undermine the foundation of Dayuan?"
"where?"
Fushun chuckled and looked up. Gradually, his laughter grew louder and louder, more and more unbridled. After a while, he sneered, "Are you worthy enough to mention the late emperor? Haha—Mu Zhiwu, when you wake up in the middle of the night, are you sleeping soundly?"
"Have the late emperor, Commander Gu, and my adoptive father ever come to claim your life?"
Fu Shun knelt forward and roared, "Jing Wu, you scum who killed your father and the emperor and murdered loyal people! How can you still be alive?"
"That day, I received an order from my adoptive father and left the palace to deliver the imperial edict, but you killed everyone! You never imagined that I was in the palace at the time and saw with my own eyes that you angered the late emperor to death and killed Gu Shaoming with your sword. As for my adoptive father, he was already dead and died with his eyes wide open!"
"It's all because of you!"
Fu Shun suddenly stood up, pulled out a dagger from somewhere, and rushed towards Emperor Zhaoming.
Fortunately, he was not fast, and Gu Yanzhou reacted in time and blocked it with a sword.
Joining him in the attack was Jing Ji, the adopted son of Prince An. However, for some reason, he was a step slower, and the blades and daggers in his hands were both deflected.
The dagger's cold light flashed across everyone's eyes before falling silently to the ground. Mu Ji sheathed his long sword and said with a smirk, "Minister Gu, you have excellent skills."
Gu Yanzhou glanced at him coldly, and with a half-smile he stroked his trembling right wrist, "Mutual."
"Gu Yanzhou?"
Fu Shun, who was thrown and paralyzed on the ground, saw who it was. There was a moment of confusion in his eyes. After stumbling to his feet, he pointed at Emperor Zhaoming and roared at Gu Yanzhou: "Why! Why you? He killed your father, your father! Don't you hate him?"
"What evidence do you have?"
Such a calm and indifferent sentence made Fushun laugh out loud like crazy.
He lost his balance and fell to the ground. After a moment, he stood up again and pointed at Gu Yanzhou, laughing wildly. "Gu Yanzhou, you are so pitiful. The enemy is right next to you, but you dare not even fart."
"Everyone says eunuchs are baseless and despicable, but I think you're not even as good as a eunuch like me! You're just living a life of shame and shame by accepting a thief as your father, haha..."
"Commander Gu was a brave man all his life, how could he give birth to a coward like you!" Fu Shun suddenly changed the subject and spat at him.
Finally, he raised his head and roared to the heavens: "Foster father! It is Shunzi who is incompetent and cannot avenge you! In the netherworld, Shunzi will make amends to you again!"
After he finished speaking, thick black blood gushed out of his mouth and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.
Die with eyes open.
Gu Yanzhou lowered his eyes, staring at him with his huge whites of the eyes, as if expressing his unwillingness.
I walked over calmly to check, but there was no sign of life.
Emperor Zhaoming sighed deeply, waved his hand, and slumped down on the dragon throne: "Give him a proper burial."
"Yes." A guard responded and dragged the man away.
A wonderful bonfire party was ruined.
Emperor Zhaoming rubbed his temples with a headache and said in a low voice: "I am tired, everyone, enjoy yourself." Then he was helped back to the tent by Eunuch Cao.
The queen also shook her head and found an excuse to leave.
Song Sishu wanted to stay a little longer to reminisce with her parents and younger sister, but the queen had already left, leaving her alone. She was afraid of being gossiped about, so she had no choice but to return to the tent, carefully looking back.
After the few people left, there was a rustling of the atmosphere at the banquet, and from time to time the rustling of the noise would fall on Gu Yanzhou who was drinking alone.
Once or twice is fine, three or four times is tolerable, but if it keeps happening, it will become boring.
Before Gu Yanzhou could do anything, Song Siyun beside him threw the cup.
With a cold face, she angrily shouted, "My Lords, if you have anything to say, please speak frankly. What's the point of staring at my husband? The incident back then has long been investigated. It was the rebel prince who plotted rebellion, and Commander Gu unfortunately died protecting Your Majesty."
"Everyone is whispering among themselves now, but do you feel that this case is unusual? If so, would you like to report this to His Majesty and have the Dali Temple Minister and the Minister of Justice, who investigated this case, imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison for investigation?"
Song Siyun pursed his lips and pointed at the two men with a forced smile, "Master Jiang, Master Wang, what do you think?"
The two exchanged glances, coughed lightly, and laughed, "Madam Gu, you're joking. This matter was already thoroughly investigated back then—Commander Gu was killed by the rebels of the Ni Wang."
"That's good."
Seeing her nod and chuckle and agree not to pursue the matter further, the two men secretly wiped the sweat from their sweat, smiled awkwardly, and breathed a sigh of relief.
When colleagues tried to talk to them again, they both smiled and declined without getting involved.
Just kidding, if you say a few more words, you will be the first one to be thrown into jail!
There is no other reason, it is just because the Dali Temple Minister and the Ministry of Justice Minister who investigated the case back then were none other than them!
Gradually, the whispering became quieter.
Song Siyun curled her lips in satisfaction, and when she sat down, she tilted her head slightly, just in time to see the man holding the wine glass, leaning on the armchair with one arm, looking at her with a smile on his face.
"What, what's wrong?" She felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like that. She unconsciously touched her face and asked in confusion, "Is there something on my face?"
The man leaning against her shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "You look good."
?
Song Siyun was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward and sniffed around, "Are you drunk?"
The unique fragrance of the girl filled his nose, refreshing and refreshing. He closed his eyes unconsciously, sighing silently in his heart. Until his hands were empty, the scent of the nose gradually faded, and the girl's soft and sweet question reached his ears, he opened his eyes and nodded hoarsely:
"Yeah, I'm drunk."
His eyes remained glued to her.
It's really creepy to watch.
Unable to help but straighten her coat, she whispered, "How about going out for a walk?"
"good."
Gu Yanzhou obeyed everything, and when he stood up, he put his hand on her shoulders with a familiar hand. His wide sleeves fell, blocking the cold night wind and also shielding her from the ill intentions of Prince An and his adopted son behind her.
As he left the table, he frowned and looked back, giving a silent warning.
Mu Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, raised the glass with one corner of his lips, then stared at him and drank it slowly without moving his eyes.
There was provocation in his eyes and brows.
Gu Yanzhou sneered and curled his lips. Without looking any further, he just walked out with the person in his arms.
Not long after he walked out, he met the prince who was walking around anxiously.
As soon as he saw the person, Mu Jingheng wanted to come over and talk, but when he saw Song Siyun in his arms, he stopped talking.
Following his gaze, I looked at Song Siyun.
Seeing that she was about to break free, he used a little more force. Then he looked at Mu Jingheng and said, "Just say whatever you want to say. There's nothing she won't hear."
This one sentence caused the two people to look at him in surprise.
Gu Yanzhou lowered his eyes to look at her and said softly, "Husband and wife are one, there is no distinction between you and me."
Finally, he muttered in a low voice: "You taught me."
He had said everything he wanted to say, and Song Siyun had nothing to refute. He could only turn his gaze to Mu Jingheng.
He hesitated for a long moment before speaking, "Yanzhou, everything Fushun said today was just a joke. Uncle Gu was clearly killed by a rebel crossbow. Didn't you and I both see his body?"
The wind slowed down.
Although it is early autumn, it is still cool at night.
In the biting cold wind, he opened his mouth and said, "What if?"
Gu Yanzhou looked at him, his narrow eyes dim and calm: "If it was really Your Majesty who killed him, what should I do?"
The author has something to say:
----------------------
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
