Bai Ye took out the box and sat back at the desk. He opened the box and found a piece of yellowed paper lying quietly inside. Baidu search 138 Kanshuzi to read the latest chapter
Bai Ye held it gently in his hand. There were black and white words on the paper. Although there were only a few sentences, Bai Ye's eyes were red and filled with hatred.
"Luo Heng, you are the only one in the world who can imitate the mother-in-law's calligraphy. If it weren't for you, who else could it be?" Bai Ye stared at the letter in his hand fiercely, and his overwhelming anger almost made him uncontrollable. The letterhead was torn, and the fingers trembled slightly due to the exertion.
This was the so-called evidence that the late empress framed his mother and concubine, a so-called autographed letter from his mother and concubine. However, who knew that this letter was actually imitated by Luo Heng himself.
Thirty years ago, before entering the palace, Concubine Qing had already secretly been in love with Luo Heng, the most beautiful man in Dai Viet. The two were in love with each other. However, in the end, Concubine Qing entered the palace. Aloof and favored in the harem, Concubine Qing was not happy. In her heart, there was always that scholar named Luo Heng.
Concubine Qing's calligraphy was good, three parts elegant, three parts casual and indifferent, and four parts proud. It was impossible for others to imitate her. Her handwriting was only displayed in front of the late emperor, and there were no words written by her in her own hand. The only person who could imitate her was Luo Heng, who had been with her for more than two years. In those two years, Luo Heng did imitate many of Qing Fei's words, but unexpectedly, the last imitation was to kill Qing Fei. The fate of the concubine...
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In early February of the tenth year of Dayue Tianyuan, the criminal prime minister Luo Heng's family and more than a hundred people in his house were all exiled to southern Xinjiang, and everyone in Jianyun Villa who was implicated was also sentenced to hard labor.
February is still very cold, but the weather is fine and the spring is bright.
At the south city gate, thousands of officers and soldiers escorted the criminal prime minister's family who was exiled in southern Xinjiang slowly out of the city gate. On the street corner not far from the city gate, a slim and thin figure hid in the corner, wearing a big hood on his head. Covering her entire face.
She stood there quietly, holding her hands on the wall, looking at the shackled and shackled people at the city gate, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, and her suppressed sobs sounded low. .
This separation may be our eternal farewell.
"Miss, are you really not going to say goodbye to the master and his wife?" A girl behind the woman said worriedly, but her big tearful eyes followed the straight back of the prisoner closely.
"How can I go see my parents like I am now?" The woman's voice was hoarse and unpleasant. She touched her face with trembling hands and raised the corner of her hood, revealing her graceful chin and petal-like lips.
"Miss, let's go back. We might be discovered if we stay out for too long." A voice as clear as water sounded from behind the two of them.
"Qinglan, let me look at it for a little while longer, just a little while." The woman begged softly, holding her hands tightly on the wall. Because of too much force, the plaster on the wall fell one after another.
Until the last officer and soldier disappeared at the city gate, the thin woman finally lost her voice in pain, shook her body, and leaned against the wall.
She seemed to be crying out all her grief, all her sadness, all her pain... The voice was whimpering like a sad, lonely beast, helpless and helpless, carrying deep despair and loneliness.
Then her throat felt sweet and she vomited out a mouthful of blood. The girl and the boy behind her were so anxious that they quickly stepped forward to support her body...
The spring breeze blew gently, and the faint scent of blood also melted into the wind, leaving no trace, leaving only dots of scarlet on the ground, which pierced the eyes.
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It was already noon when we returned to Jiuwang Mansion.
Luo Zhiyi's injuries were not completely healed. He was overly sad and cried to vent his grief. After returning to the servant's room, he fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already night. There was a lamp like a bean in the room, and the yellowish candle flame danced gently, illuminating the hazy room.
Luo Zhiyi's big eyes stared blankly at the candlelight, and his mind was full of the figures of his parents and brothers hobbling around in shackles and shackles during the day...
Two lines of clear tears slid down, gradually wetting the crow-colored hair on the temples. Dad, mother, eldest brother, and third brother, you must be safe.
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Bai Ye appeared early the next morning. He was wearing a sky-blue brocade robe. The brocade robe was embroidered with fine python patterns with embroidery thread of the same color. He was elegant and restrained. He wore a gauze blouse of the same color on the outside, a jade belt inlaid with jade, and a waistband. A piece of auspicious cloud mutton-fat jade ribbon hangs from the middle, and he wears long boots on his feet. The boots are also embroidered with exquisite auspicious cloud silver patterns.
He has a handsome face, deep nose and eyes, and a gentle and gentle complexion, as if he is still the gentle and jade-like man in his memory.
Luo Zhiyi looked at him intently, and he looked at her with deep eyes and slight eyes.
She was dressed in coarse clothes, her face was haggard, her ruined appearance was a bit terrifying, her beautiful eyes were deep and big, and she seemed to be able to see into people's hearts when she looked at them.
The faint aroma of wine on her body is still unforgettable.
Bai Ye stood at the door of the servant's room and waved away all the servants' guards.
"The Ninth Prince came really early, are you afraid that I will run away with the token?" Luo Zhiyi said softly, his voice full of ridicule.
"The Luo family has left the capital. It's time for you to hand over the token." His voice was cold, with a hint of helplessness.
"Hand it, how dare I not hand it over?" Luo Zhiyi said, taking out the jade pendant from his arms, caressing it gently for a moment, and finally put it on the table, looked up at Bai Ye, and finally turned his back. Bai Ye stood in front of the window.
Bai Ye walked over, picked up the jade pendant on the table, and looked at it front and back. It was a piece of fine mutton-fat jade, but it was carved into the shape of a token. On one side were the words "Order of the Alliance Leader" in big letters. On one side are the four characters "Luoshang Alliance".
Bai Ye looked at the woman with her back to him, with a complicated look in his eyes, and suddenly said: "My people will take good care of them all the way to southern Xinjiang."
Luo Zhiyi heard this and turned around, only to see Bai Ye's back walking away quickly.
Luo Zhiyi couldn't understand what he was doing. After a moment, he finally felt relieved. What should he know? She was leaving here anyway, and her second brother would come to save her.
"It is impossible to trap me in this palace for the rest of my life." Luo Zhiyi said in a low voice.
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In the royal study, ambergris filled the air. The palace people stood around with lowered eyebrows. The emperor sat on the throne and looked at the memorial seriously. When he saw the token presented by Bai Ye, his face had been gloomy for many days. Finally a smile appeared on his face.
He patted Bai Ye on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The Luoshang Alliance matter can finally be resolved."
But Bai Ye still frowned and bowed: "Your Majesty, who are you going to send to Jinzhou?"
"Do you have a suitable candidate?" The emperor looked at Bai Ye with a faint smile on his face.
"Brother Chen, there is really a person here who is suitable for doing this."
"Oh," the emperor said with a serious expression, "Ninth Brother has many capable people under his command."