Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Lian Yan stepped forward to take it and presented it to Concubine Li. After Concubine Li showed the letter, her brows frowned, but her face was still calm: "This letter looks familiar."

Kong Changhui took the letter from Lian Yan and handed it over to Jing Qibin: "I hope Lord Jing will slap his eyes again, is this Wang Xi in the lower left real?"

When Jing Qibin read the letter, his expression was startled. The content of this letter was exactly the same as the letter he wrote to Xiaohou Ye last time, except that the title was changed to Concubine Li, so Wang Xi was naturally true.

Jing Qibin nodded: "This..."

"What's the matter?" Concubine Li looked at Xiao Zimu after she finished speaking: "At that time, His Highness the Seventh Highness was fighting against the people at Dali Temple, and he said righteously, if it was just a letter from another country, he would be able to set it up for the people of our country. Isn’t it ridiculous to be accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason?

The courtiers followed and circulated the letter, and felt a little at ease after listening to Concubine Li's words.

After all, this isn't the first time this has happened.

The first time they were really shocked, but now their reaction is obviously much calmer.

Shi Fuqiu also responded and said: "Yeah, last time I saw His Highness the Seventh Highness in Dali Temple, and said loudly, if it is so sloppy, why should the soldiers go to battle? I asked the emperor to write four copies. Letters, stamped with the imperial seal and sent to Shikoku in person."

Xiao Zimu was glanced at by Concubine Li, and when he heard Shi Fuqiubu's words, he came out in response, with a warm smile on his face: "Of course it's a number, back then, the little prince was borrowed by a shameless person. The machine framed him and tarnished his innocence, and now, Niangniang, does she take it seriously?"

Concubine Li was slightly stagnant by his runny breath, her cherry lips pursed, and a sneer evoked: "Naturally."

Kong Changhui bowed to Xiao Zimu and said aloud, "Your Highness, this time is different from last time."

"Oh?" Xiao Zimu's face showed a hint of suspicion, and he asked, "What's the difference?"

Kong Changhui took out a stack of letters from the other sleeve: "Xiaguan gives His Highness the palm of your hand first."

Xiao Zimu took it under the curious eyes of the ministers. Taifu Wu and Prime Minister Ju stood next to him, and he handed them two letters each, and the three of them showed their curiosity in the eyes of others. Read the letter.

Xiao Zimu's always warm face gradually became solemn, he quickly checked all the letters, handed the remaining letters to Jing Qibin, and left a letter to Xiao Yanjun: "The fourth brother and Concubine Li are deeply in love with their mother and son. , you should be familiar with the handwriting of the goddess, so you might as well take a look to see if this hairpin flower small script is from the goddess."

Prime Minister Ju added another sentence beside him: "I don't know if the old minister's eyes are dim, but the seal on the lower left looks like the palace seal of Concubine Li."

Taifu Wu snorted: "You read that right, that is the seal of Concubine Li."

Both Min Zhisong and Shi Fuqiu's expressions changed, and they hurriedly took a letter from the hand of others to read.

Xiao Yanjun was originally ridiculed by Xiao Zimu, but he felt that these words sounded very familiar, just like he was forced to ask him at Dali Temple not long ago if he knew Xia Chu's handwriting.

When Xiao Yanjun opened the letter and looked at it, that handsome face instantly turned blank, and what was written between the lines was how to overthrow Zhao Jiajun's conspiracy.

As for the familiar hairpin in small script, he could see at a glance that it was from Concubine Li, and the seal on the lower left was indisputable.

No wonder he asked Concubine Li twice in secret, worried that the authenticity of the King Hu King's Seal would be found out by Dali Temple.

Concubine Li didn't worry about this, but he didn't care, let him feel at ease.

It turned out that Wang Xi was actually real...

It's just that the person who collaborated with the enemy was actually his own mother-in-law?

Xiao Yanjun shook his hand, and the letter fell, and when the wind blew it, it fluttered and landed at Lian Yan's feet.

Lian Yan glanced at it, her eyes were suddenly wide open, and she hurriedly picked it up and presented it to Concubine Li.

Concubine Li wanted to reprimand Xiao Yanjun for being so unsteady, but after she read it herself, a crack appeared on her face.

how is this possible?

how come?

These letters were written to Hu Guo more than a year ago, and they were personally escorted by the person she trusted the most.

"Fourth brother, you're telling me, is this letter written by the mother?" Xiao Zimu raised his eyebrows and asked him, his eyes full of ridicule.

The snowflakes outside the Yufu Palace are getting bigger and bigger, just like the scene of the trial of the three halls of Dali Temple.

Even what Xiao Zimu said at this time was exactly the same as what Xiao Yanjun asked that day.

At this moment, Xiao Yanjun still clearly remembers that when he looked at Xia Chu, who had lost his temper, the joy in his heart, his eyebrows were full of smiles, and he asked Xiao Zimu kindly: "Seventh brother, you said, Is this letter in the handwriting of Xiaohou Ye?"

Xiao Yanjun recalled this scene, raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Zimu again, his eyes were full of hatred and killing intent.

If I had known it earlier, I should have ignored it and killed this seemingly harmless younger brother first.

"Eh?" Seeing him like this, Xiao Zimu's smile became more meaningful. The corners of his lips curled into a smile, and he challenged Xiao Yanjun: "Fourth brother, is it true or not?"

Xiao Yanjun was completely defeated by this question.

The sky was still snowing with goose feathers.

The people of Chang'an were replaced by civil and military officials.

He was a questioning person, and became a questioning person.

At this point, he was speechless.

"Isn't it funny that His Highness did not come to ask this palace, but instead asked the prince?" Concubine Li got up from her chair and looked at Xiao Zimu condescendingly.

Xiao Yanjun looked at Concubine Li like a drowning man who caught a life-saving straw.

"Then I have to ask the Empress, yes or no?" Xiao Zimu raised her head and raised her chest to meet her gaze.

"The palace seal can be stolen, and the handwriting can be imitated. As the emperor's concubine Li, why do you want to frame Old General Zhao? Han Yang is also the territory of Xiao, so why should this palace dig its own grave?" Concubine Li said. Right words.

In just a few words, this letter was changed into a framed slander.

Her eyes shot sharply at Xiao Zimu: "This hairpin flower in small script is basically popular among all the famous ladies, and if you put it on your hand, you can get all the money. If you have the intention to frame this palace, you can imitate it in time. The incident written in the letter is at least It's been more than a year, and I'm afraid this layout has long been designed for this palace."

Xiao Yanjun's heart was warmed by what Concubine Li said, and he felt that things were not as desperate as he expected.

The concubine's handpin with flowers in small script, the calligraphy is ordinary, not like the handwriting in the early summer, there is absolutely no possibility of copying it.

As soon as he thought about it, his confidence became hard again, and he was speechless after being scolded by Xiao Zimu just now.

Right now, he straightened up again and said to Kong Changhui: "This is the responsibility of your Dali Temple. This prince ordered you to investigate this case, find out who framed it behind the scenes, and restore the concubine's innocence."