Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 949

"She's not Apu now, she's..." Shi Yu paused, as if she didn't know what to say, after a moment of hesitation, Fang Rou said: "You... just call her girl. "

After all, the theory of true and false princesses has not yet been confirmed, and Yu's statement is also appropriate.

Ah Kui looked at Yu Shi suspiciously, then at A Pu, and then she saw Qin Su who was sitting on the other side, she was even more shocked, her whole face lost all color, it was as white as paper.

The third prince leaned over slightly, and tried to slow down his voice as much as possible: "Ah Kui, tell me how you escaped in detail."

Akui's body trembled again, and she lowered her head. After a while, she said in a slightly trembling voice: "Minnv... After the minnv woke up in the mass grave, because she was afraid Being scolded, she... didn't dare to go back to Qin's house. Because Minnv used to belong to Mr. Sanlang before serving His Royal Highness Liu..., so Minnv quietly sent a letter to Mr. Sanlang.... Mr. Sanlang pity the people The girl narrowly escaped death, so she placed the girl in another courtyard in Pingcheng. At that time, there were no people living there, so the girl hid there. Afterwards, Mr. Sanlang left the Qin family and took With the daughter of the people came... to Dadu."

"I see." The second prince and the third prince nodded at the same time, and the second prince looked at Qin Yanbai at the side again, and said to Akui with a smile: "You maid, your husband treats you very kindly."

Ah Kui's face turned red to the base of her neck, she twisted her skirt awkwardly, and said softly: "Go back to Your Highness, Mr. Lang treats me very well..."

She blushed and lowered her head, already too shy to speak.

Seeing this situation, the corners of His Royal Highness's eyes widened, and he coughed heavily, reminding: "Since these two are witnesses, I don't know what they can prove?"

The third prince hastily knocked his hand on his forehead, and said with a wry smile: "When I started talking, I forgot about the business." After speaking, he turned to Qin Yanbai, with a warm smile on his face: "Qin Sanlang, you will give me your Testimony."

Qin Yanbai raised his head, looked around frankly, and then lowered his head to the ground again: "The grass people's description is incomplete, disrespectful to Your Majesty and Your Highnesses, the grass people will die."

It has to be said that in this hall, the performance of the concubine of the Qin family can indeed be called as calm as ever.

At this time, everyone looked over in surprise, Emperor Zhongyuan was even more interested, and waved his hand: "Excuse me, you are not guilty."

"Thank you, Son of Heaven." Qin Yanbai seemed to be very emotional, and his voice trembled slightly: "Once the grassroots see the face of the sky, their mood will inevitably fluctuate. The supernatural power of the Son of Heaven is not something that ordinary people such as Caomin can withstand. They can fall at the feet of the Son of Heaven." , Caomin is really lucky for three lives, even if he dies immediately, he will die without regret."

This flattery is really not very clever, but it is better in that he speaks sincerity and cannot hear the slightest flattery.

Emperor Zhongyuan was already in a good mood. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing: "Not bad, not bad. You're a bit smart, you're good at talking."

Qin Yanbai said neither humble nor overbearing: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. Caomin's words at this moment are from the bottom of his heart. With the protection of His Majesty's dragon prestige, I will surely prosper for generations to come. Caomin hereby wish His Majesty's descendants and grandchildren forever. "

These words entered Emperor Zhongyuan's heart more and more, and he couldn't help laughing out loud. At that moment, his joyful laughter seemed to arouse an echo, which echoed continuously in the hall without stopping for a long time.

The light snow is flying lightly, and the wind is light. Such a winter night seems to be easy to make people happy, just like the Emperor Zhongyuan who is laughing at this moment.

And when the laughter was blown away by the night wind, the Deshengmen Street outside the imperial city was also full of laughter.

Pedestrians came one after another, traffic flowed like weaving, and those who walked on the snow for fun made this snowy night extremely lively.

At that time, people valued elegance, sweeping snow and cooking plum blossoms.

The news of the defeat at the Surabaya Pass failed to sweep away the gentleness and elegance in the bones of the metropolis, and the first heavy snowfall since the beginning of winter gave this elegance a place to vent.

All the restaurants and teahouses on Deshengmen Avenue are full of guests at the moment, and the vendors without shops have also left their stalls. Those who sell steamed cake soup and rice set up tables and chairs and carry lanterns, and those who sell silk flower powder are holding their hands. Holding the box, there is even a flower seller, who brings a few early-blooming plum blossoms and sells them along the street.

For a moment, the aroma of wine, tea and flowers mixed together, as if even the falling snowflakes were also contaminated with this worldly atmosphere.

Even amidst the bustling streets, there are also some discordant figures, such as beggars.

In a short alley not far from the "Letianju" restaurant, a disheveled man, with his body curled up and his sleeves rolled up, staggered out, looked around cautiously, and then disappeared into the crowd.

This man seemed to have been wandering for a long time, his clothes were hanging here and there, his body was covered with dirt, his whole face was bruised and purple from the cold, and his facial features could hardly be seen.

Seeing him approaching, passers-by hid far away, and the little ladies who were passing by covered their noses and lips with disgust on their faces and ran away quickly, for fear that he would stain their dresses.

The man staggered along the bustling street with bare feet that were frozen and purple, his unkempt beard and hair were covered with snow beads, and he fell to the ground several times. direction.

After walking like this for half an hour, he finally came to an alley paved with bluestones.

The alley is quiet, and there is no one in the alley. The only small dark door is tightly closed. On the door is a polished copper lamp. The halo is thin, and the snowflakes are flying.

The man cautiously looked around to make sure there was no one around, so he tiptoed to the small door...

It happened that Jiusou was on duty today, so he cooked the foot ironing pot early in the morning, and prepared to sleep on the couch early in the morning.

"Don't rush to sleep, there are still a few brats who haven't come back yet." Qisou, the watchman, was still yawning by the stove to keep warm before he was on duty.

After thinking about it for a while, Jiusou remembered this, and then sat on the couch and spat forcefully on the ground: "That screwdriver wants to buy wine at this time, see if I don't scold them to death later! "

Hearing this, the old man smiled and pointed at him: "You're just being ruthless for a while, and when someone comes back and gives you two yellow soup to eat, you'll let people come and go with a smile on your face again."

When he told him what was on his mind, Jiu Sou smiled coquettishly, swallowed involuntarily, felt the wine worm in his stomach churning violently, smacked his lips and said, "I don't know when to pick a time for this screwdriver, I'm going out on a snowy day What, tsk."

(End of this chapter)