The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

The snow was a little heavy, and it was mixed with raindrops.

The wind was even stronger, blowing the grass and trees wildly.

The originally bright sky seemed to have turned into a thick layer of ink, changing colors.

Jiang Si pushed open the window, let the wind blow in, raised the snow fox fur cloak, and stared at the black sky and the rain and snow.

At this time in her previous life, she was already far away in the southern border. Only by experiencing it personally did she know that the winter solstice in the nineteenth year of Jingming was actually like this.

It is not surprising that the wind and snow are heavy, but the strange thing is that it is like a dark night, and it is no wonder that so many things happen in the palace on the Cuiluo Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing.

Light footsteps approached.

"Master, it's windy by the window, be careful of catching a cold." Aman reached out and closed the window, shutting the wind out.

Jiang Shi turned around and walked towards the table.

Ah Qiao immediately handed over the hot tea that had been prepared a long time ago.

Jiang Shi took it over and warmed his hand, which was blown by the wind.

"Master, are you worried about the prince?" Aman asked bluntly.

Jiang Si held the hot tea and said nothing.

A'man hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, the lord can't freeze, I think the place where the lord lives is complete, and the ground dragon has been burned."

"Well, when the snow stops, let someone bring some mutton soup to the prince." Jiang Si took a sip of hot tea and put her hand on her lower abdomen.

The fetus is less than three months old, and the lower abdomen is still very flat, but she can already feel the existence of that little life.

Jiang Si occasionally thinks that this child seems to have arrived too early.

The wind and rain of the big week has just started, and the blood and cruelty are still hidden under the veil of warmth and joy, and it will become more and more difficult after that.

At least in the past three or four years, those who are in the vortex of the royal family should not think about living a stable life.

Thinking of this, I feel very sorry for this child.

Although Jiang Xi didn't speak, Ah Qiao and Ah Man still felt the heavy heart of their master.

The two looked at each other.

"Oh, does the little master miss his father?" Aman leaned over and deliberately coaxed Jiang Si to be happy.

Jiang Si retracted his thoughts and smiled.

The maid guarding the door reported, "Biaodou Dou is here."

"please come in."

The thick cotton curtain was lifted, and the plainly dressed Dou Shuwan walked in.

"How does the princess feel today, are you still disgusting?" Dou Shuwan walked over with a smile, holding a small basket in her hand.

Seeing Dou Shuwan, Jiang Si's mouth turned into a real smile, and she greeted, "It's windy and snowing outside, why is my cousin here at this time?"

Having lived in the palace for more than two months, the two of them have become familiar with each other without the initial strangeness and temptation.

When it comes to getting along with people, Jiang Xi doesn't have much thought, and upholds the attitude of drinking less than a thousand cups of confidants, and not talking too much.

If you are in a relationship, you can communicate well, and if you don't, don't waste time and perfunctory.

Dou Shuwan is prudent and prudent, yet intelligent, and is quite comfortable with her.

"It's better to come to the princess to chat and do work if you stay in the house alone." Dou Shuwan took out needles and threads from the small basket and began to embroider the uppers of the shoes.

There is already a finished tiger-toed shoe in the small basket.

Jiang Si picked up the tiger-toed shoe, and found it extremely cute, she praised: "Cousin is good at craftsmanship. But it's dark outside today and the light is not good, so please talk with me, you'll hurt your eyes carefully."

Ah Qiao's brows were flexible, and when she heard the words, she lit a few more lights.

Immediately the house lit up.

"I'm used to it, it won't get in the way." Dou Shuwan's subordinates kept going, and Jiang seemed to have a word without a word, with a calm expression on her face.

Jiang seemed to soothe his mood in such a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere.

The cloud of ink that covered the sky and the sun seemed to be slowly moving from the city to the outskirts of the city.

When the palace was staggered, it suddenly fell into darkness.

The screams of the dancers, the collision of cups, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, all kinds of sounds interweaved in the environment where they suddenly couldn't see things, causing panic to people in the dark.

The imperial guard standing in the corner quietly stepped forward and surrounded Emperor Jing Ming in the middle.

even in darkness,

These one-in-a-million guards can also instantly react instinctively to protect the emperor.

As for the others, of course, they are more fortunate.

"Hurry up and hold the lights!" Someone shouted loudly.

Originally it was daytime, and there were large windows one after another in the hall, and there was no lamp in hand.

After a while of rustling, a light finally came on.

Finally, everyone could barely see each other's faces.

Among them, Zhen Shicheng's face was solemn, as if he had a premonition of something.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Countless voices of concern sounded, covering up other movements.

The lights came on one after another, and the hall regained its brightness.

Emperor Jing Ming sat in the same place and waved his hand: "You can rest assured, I'm fine."

All the ministers looked relieved.

If something happens to the emperor, then the day of the big week will really change, and these people will die.

The emperor is fine, nothing is wrong.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, an exclamation sounded.

Emperor Jing Ming frowned and looked over.

King Kang pointed to the ground in panic, his voice trembling: "An, King An—"

Only then did everyone notice that there was a person lying on the ground not far from the Duke of Kang, and at a glance, they could see that it was the Duke of An.

At this time, Prince An was lying motionless on the ground, with a blood hole in his heart, and the blood slowly spread out from under his body, submerging a dagger on his side.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Emperor Jing Ming sat in the distance, his sight was blocked by everyone, and he couldn't see anything, so he asked anxiously, "What happened?"

The ministers stepped aside to reveal the situation inside.

At this moment, the sky that had suddenly darkened outside lit up again. Although the wind and snow remained, the light inside the hall was bright.

Emperor Jing Ming's eyes were good, he just glanced at it and stood up, and asked loudly, "What's wrong with Prince An?"

Before anyone could answer, he shouted again, "Zhen Shicheng—"

Zhen Shicheng stepped out of the crowd, walked quickly to King Anjun and leaned down. After a while, he straightened up and said to Emperor Jing Ming, "Report to the emperor, King Anjun is dead."

The ministers' mouths twitched when they heard it.

Zhen Shicheng's description is too awkward, what does it mean to be dead? Can't you use a more euphemism?

Zhen Shicheng ignored what others thought, and added: "The knife was in his heart, and he died instantly. Wei Chen checked the direction the dagger was pierced, and it wasn't suicide."

The ministers silently rolled their eyes.

Prince An is living a good life, why did he commit suicide?

Zhen Shicheng stroked his beard.

Not making preconceived judgments is the ability that investigators must have. These people know shit.

"Zhen Aiqing, go on." Emperor Jing Ming regained his composure a little. He didn't even look at anyone else, he just followed Zhen Shicheng and asked.

In terms of flattering anyone, he only believes in Zhen Shicheng in solving cases.

Zhen Shicheng could naturally feel this trust, and he pressed his heart down and moved: "The murderer should have moved his hand when it suddenly became dark in the hall just now."