The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

In the main courtyard of Duke Fuguo's mansion, since the old man left the mansion, Mrs. Li has been waiting for news.

After noon this time, there is no news from the outside.

She patiently accompanied the twins Song Jinghao and Song Jinghuan for lunch, and then coaxed them to sleep.

Just as I was about to go out to take a look, I saw a maid stumbled in, her eyes were red, and she was obviously running back crying.

Li shivered in his heart, and said anxiously, "Is there any news coming back? What happened?"

The little maid fell to her knees with a thud: "Old... old lady he... he's gone."

Li Shi only felt a humming sound in his head, and stepped forward to grab the little girl's hand and said anxiously: "What did you say? Make it clear, what happened to the old man? Where are the master and the prince? Are you back?"

The little maid was terrified by Mrs. Li. Madam had never been so rude before.

After wiping away tears, he buried his head lower and choked up: "The officers and soldiers outside the mansion have all withdrawn, and there is a lot of uproar outside. The servants listened at the door and said...Speaking of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and our master. I want to rebel. I found a privately made dragon robe and letters with our master in the East Palace. It was reported by Mrs. Zhao, and the Minister of the Ministry of Household Hong also came to testify."

Speaking of this, the little maid was so frightened that her voice trembled, and she stammered: "Your Majesty is furious, he put the Empress into the cold palace, and abolished the Crown Prince... The old lady took the pill book and iron coupons given by the late emperor to enter. Palace, in order to prove innocence... since... suicide on the Golden Palace..."

After speaking, the little maid was already sobbing, and the whole person was crawling on the ground, sobbing non-stop.

She is the son of the family in the house, and if the masters are not good, they will only be worse as slaves.

The other maids and old ladies also listened with bloodless faces, some were worried about the master, and more were worried about their own future.

Li's eyes were darkened, and he secretly bit the tip of his tongue and tasted the smell of rust, so that he did not faint.

He murmured to himself: "How...how could it be? Mrs. Zhao is the prince's mentor, and Mr. Hong is also a member of the prince's line..."

Don't ask the little girl, just bypass her and walk to the front yard.

At this time, the door of Fuguo Gongfu opened.

Eunuch Li, the personal servant of Emperor Chong'an, walked in first and waved his hand backwards.

Immediately, several officials carried two corpses in.

He was followed by the prince Song Jingchen, whose eyes were tightly closed, and who did not know whether to live or die. Song Jingchen was still wearing the red clothes before.

At this moment, the bright red clothes were dyed dark red with blood, and his face was pale without a trace of blood, just like a rag doll being carried by several people together.

As soon as Mr. Li arrived in the front yard, she saw such a scene, tears welling up in her eyes, and she fell to the ground as soon as her legs were weak.

"Cough!" Eunuch Li coughed lightly, and called Li's attention before he said: "Mrs. Guogong, please condolences, our family is ordered by His Majesty to announce the decree, please let everyone in the house come out to receive the decree! "

Li shi blinked, making his vision clearer, what he wanted to say.

However, he opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, and the loyal servant Yang Uncle who followed back had to endure his grief and order someone to arrange it.

Here, Shen Yijia swallowed the last piece of cake and burped.

It's a pity to have to look at the remaining dried fruit, and I was looking for something to pack.

Then I heard an urgent voice from outside: "Quick, quick, the inner supervisor has come to read the imperial decree, everyone is going to the front hall to wait!"

It was followed by the sound of someone moving.

Shen Yijia paused while grasping the longan, and patted her forehead. I was so focused on eating that I almost forgot that my husband seemed to be arrested.

And the Shen family, hum.