Chapter 113: Rebuke

Author: Holding the hairpin

My heart leaped heavily until a cup exploded in my ears and instantly choked like water. In the tea room, a purple figure was holding the desk, and her face was full of blue veins. "Oh, why did Yuan Zhongguan become a corrupt criminal that everyone called for! "

Xia Jiang looked at him and held his hand carefully, "Don't worry, young master."

"Stop the anger?" Meng Xiancheng's voice was trembling with shock and anger. "I finally planned to take this and I will immediately avenge my sword. But you told me that Yuan Zhongguanbai was someone else's ladder. How could I not hate it?"

It was cold and cold after autumn. His face was almost sweating, "Now... I don't even have a resting place now! What a Liu Wenyu, who actually dragged the King of Nanyang out to plot against me!"

Seeing that his master was furious, Xia Jiang became more and more worried.

After all, this incident was also a disaster. A few days ago, Yuan Zhongguan was killed and killed when he was on a trip. He then dragged down the old grievances and private affairs of the King of Nanyang and him. Under public opinion, Nanyang pushed Nanyang to the sky. The case involved the feats of the two kings. Who would not panic? However, the King of Nanyang was lucky and caught the maid of Mrs. Li Shangshu and explained the affairs of the maid of Li Shangshu and Yuan Zhongguan's sexual intercourse clearly. The evidence of the crime can be found. After investigation, it was another tragedy of uneven distribution of spoils. Yuan Zhongguan's warehouse was filled with 100,000 taels of snowflakes!

Afterwards, the house should be confiscated and sentenced. Who would remember the life and death of a corrupt criminal? Zuo was just a retribution for the law of heaven. The case was soon decided in the name of the bandits robbing money.

It is not strange or not famous. It seems that people are plotting against it, but it is said that it is the commander of the Jiyin King... Xia Jiang couldn't figure out a way.

He couldn't help but remind, "But King Jiyin has been in the Tingweisi and has no chance to design this matter!"

Meng Xiancheng didn't realize this, "It's either him or his lackey! Shenshenqianqian can't escape from him. It's better that he can always have such good luck!"

Xia Jiang raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his face, "Then... in the future..."

"He knew everything Du Chonghui did. As long as I marry Du Yinzhu and take the Du family's power, I am afraid that I will not be able to expand my hand in the future."

Meng Xiancheng had a tense face and pressed his hands on the chair with great strength. "It's just a pity... Yuan Zhongguan's chess is so useless. People say that it is a loss. Since I have lost it, Liu Wenyu may not be able to live a good life!"

As we all know, today's emperor is a suspicious person. Once he is provoked, he will not be able to suppress him easily.

The force was like a mist covering the side of a person, covering the steps and unable to see the future clearly. Only when the fog hits the body can you step firmly.

The arrival of this day was in the afternoon after a storm of autumn rain. The emperor invited Wen Yu to discuss the pre-New Year sacrifice. It was nothing more than the order of ancestors. According to the practice of previous years, the Great Honglu was organized by the Great Honglu. Now it was a coincidence that Yuan Zhongguan died. The Great Honglu lacked a trustee. When he saw the ritual sacrifice, he was rejected to the middle of the hall. Now the middle of the hall had drafted the document and was sending the emperor to the verdict. It happened that someone was missing to accompany him.

Naturally, suffering cannot be directly thrown to others. Only with the twists and turns can it be vivid and vivid. The emperor still has a Bodhisattva voice, "Now the troops have settled, the world is peaceful, and the sacrifices of temples should not be delayed. The imperial tomb and coffin that were destroyed by Que in the past are also being repaired. At that time, you can also give your father a few incense sticks to comfort his spirit in heaven."

Therefore, there are fronts and backs of incense, and the rankings are heads and times. According to the principle, Wen Yu's father, Emperor Gaozu, is above Liu Yao, who is also a son of the Liu family and is close to Wen Yu's father. If you worship the Emperor Gaozu during the ceremony, you will ignore the current emperor and fall into the paradox of ungratefulness. If you worship the other party and are not afraid of your biological father, you will also be unfilial.

None of the two reputations is good, unfilial and unrighteous.

However, it made Wen Yu even more depressed. The knot he really couldn't let go of was his pitiful and ridiculous father-son relationship with his father.

It has been a long time since he felt this way for so many days. The cold and unreliable feeling is like the dark prison of the past, trapped in the darkness and never resting.

It is no difference between letting him face his father and letting him face a beast grinding his teeth and sucking blood. It is painful... He probably only has pain!

I looked up and saw that the sky was getting cloudy and it seemed to be causing a huge rain. The old wound on my knee began to hurt again, as if a small steel knife was scraped against the bone. Every time I hit it, there was endless hatred.

The shadow of flowers reflected the clear sky, reflecting the people and things in the pavilion clearly and clearly, and there was nowhere to hide. Then a charming woman turned her head, as if she was sniffing something lightly.

Two days ago, Naojin asked Chuzhou to send fresh honey pomelo, which was served with a new way of eating. The pomelo chicken pot became more and more popular. It was rare to let the ingredients in the kitchen be simmered in a pot. Just before, I heard the sound of Wen Yu coming back, and then the sound of "Zhen Ding Gong" poked into the cochlea.

My son rolled down his sleeves and followed slowly into the study. As soon as he heard the sound of water pouring water from the teapot, a bunch of tenor burst out.

"At this critical moment, if you don't worship your biological father, you go to worship your uncle. This will be incorrect. How can you convince others in the future?"

Hu Yanyan stepped forward a few steps and said, "Good boy, my uncle advised you like this for your own good!"

A cold look ejaculated from Wen Yu's eyes, "And what...and what? Do you know, if I don't recognize the current emperor as authentic, what reputation would I bear? It's unkindness and despise the power of the monarch. Once there is any stain on me, I will be suspected of treason, because I will not even be willing to be a son of today, so how can I look forward to the future!"

"Do you despise your patriarchal power in order to return to the emperor's power? Emperor Gaozu is your biological father. Didn't you let the whole world know that you are an unfilial son?"

A bunch of filial piety and brotherhood ethics made Wen Yu tremble with his heart, and his eyes were full of blood. He had never hated him so much!

At this moment, a voice full of energy interjected, "I may not be able to see!"

Zhu Ji walked straight into the house in all directions, "Who is the best to sleep on firewood and taste gall? Naturally, there are only two words "living". If you can't even survive, your reputation and power are false. Does Zhen Ding Gong even understand this?" He glanced at Yanyan, "It's not a good thing to be too impatient."

Hu Yanyan's smile was as sharp as the lightning lightning, slowly spreading to the corner of his eyes, "How can a person stand firm if he is not even famous? Rumors destroy people faster than a knife. Only when you give random instructions like this is to push His Highness into the fire pit!"

"Are you pushing Your Highness into the fire pit, or are you chiseling your Highness's heart?"

"If your father is not kind, it is also his father. He is bleeding from Emperor Gaozu. This is an irresistible fact. As long as you can achieve your goal and hold the holy decree, you must even chisel your waist bone!"

Zhu Ji laughed at him for being absurd, "You are crazy for being famous!"

Hu Yanyan scolded him for his ignorance, "I think your highness is just asking you to teach me!"

The crackling sounds like a gust of wind and rain, and the dispute is like a sharp blade, slashing in Wen Yu's heart, "Enough!"

The sudden tranquility is extremely contrasting with the lonely season of autumn.

With a creaking sound, Dazhen pushed the door and walked in. She put the beaded arm gauze on her arm and said with a gentle smile, "My uncle and the Grand Tutor are here just in time. Today I came the seasonal honey pomelo and made a pomelo chicken pot. It's better to try it together."

Hu Yanyan waved his hand casually, "That's all, I can't figure it out, my highness can't help but use some food."

People came and went, and the warm pavilion was a little colder in an instant. Zhu Ji looked at Tizhen and thought for a while, and finally stepped out of the door.

In just a blink of an eye, a teacup with a celadon tiger's mouth merged on the ground with the light connection of the door, like a stream splashing down, and flowers were suddenly shattered on the ground.
Chapter completed!