The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

After being delayed by An Xiu'er's incident, when Shen Yijia rushed to the street outside the palace, she could only see the head of Wu Yangyang in front of her, and she couldn't see what was going on inside.

She tried to squeeze in, but there were too many people, not even a gap, no matter how strong she was, there was nothing she could do. After trying a few times...

"Hey, what are you squeezing? Go to the back. If you want to watch the fun, you don't know how to come early, and you don't want to see so many people. You can't be so crowded." A big man pushed her back.

"That's right, you thin arms and thin legs, don't be too busy to see it, but squeeze yourself out. It's better to stay behind, anyway, what happened in front will be passed on." Another man also pushed gave her a hand.

"Hey, why hasn't anyone spread the news?" Someone asked, standing in front of Shen Yijia by the way.

...

Shen Yijia, who managed to squeeze in a little bit, was pushed back to the place like a Cuju.

Shen Yijia:  …

Hey, who is she looking down on with this little temper?

She had to stand at the front today.

Shen Yijia gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, and took a few steps back...

Stand still, hands on hips.

"You one!"

Youyi didn't want to pay attention to it, he was a qualified dark guard, and he had always been required to appear in front of people only when there was a sword, light, sword and shadow.

But he didn't have the skill of disobeying the master's orders in his career...

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared behind her, Shen Yijia shrank her neck, what's the matter with the cold air coming out?

That is, You Yi wore a mask on his face, and Shen Yijia couldn't see his expression, otherwise he would find that his face was also very dark.

Shen Yijia thought about it, and finally attributed it to the fact that You Yi wore too little.

In winter, I still wear a thin black bunt, and I don't even have a coat. Can it be cold?

Thinking that she hadn't sent him monthly money, Shen Yijia generously stuffed a piece of silver into his hand.

"Why don't you tell me if you don't have money to buy clothes? Hey, since I'm with me, can I still treat you badly?"

Yuichi:  …

"Okay." Shen Yijia patted his shoulder and pointed to the front: "I'm going to the front, you send me in first..."

You glanced at the direction of the crowd, then looked at Shen Yijia, who had turned his back to him, grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up...

Shen Yijia: Forget it!

Just after convincing herself in her heart, Shen Yijia found herself flying out!

fly out!

She is alone, there is no Youichi!

"Ah... bastard Yuichi, did I ask you to send it like this?"

This is obviously lost!

Is throwing away the same as sending it?

Her scream successfully attracted everyone's attention, everyone looked up, and saw a figure flying over them.

At the same time, the emperor and others standing on the white marble steps also looked over.

Seeing that it was about to hit the Guards standing in front of the people, Shen Yijia hurriedly shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly..."

The soldiers were shocked and stepped back to make a space.

Shen Yijia was shocked: "No, don't let go, stand back quickly..."

Song Jingchen, who was being tortured by the cane, also heard the movement at this time, and when he looked back at the flying person, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't care about anything else. He stood up and ran over with the pain...

But it was too late.

With a "bang", Shen Yijia gorgeously threw a dog and gnawed mud in front of the crowd...

Seeing his empty hand, Song Jingchen felt nervous, and hurriedly squatted down: "Jiajia~"

In just two words, there is endless worry and distress.

Woo~ it hurts a bit!

Shen Yijia greeted the eighteenth generations of Youyi's ancestors in her heart, and spit out the mud in her mouth with a few "Bah, Bah, Bah."

Pulling out a smile that he thought could be fascinated, he raised his head: "Xianggong, I'm here."

Song Jingchen's throat was sore for a while, his hand trembled and stretched out, stopped halfway, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You, do you hurt?"

Ugh? Shen Yijia blinked: "It doesn't hurt."

As soon as she finished speaking, a drop of something slid down her forehead, passed her nose, and finally landed on her lips.

Shen Yijia subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked it, except for the earthy smell, it was full of rust smell.

She was stunned for a moment, then reached out and wanted to wipe it. Song Jingchen quickly grabbed her hand and said softly, "Don't move, you smashed your forehead."

As he said that, he pulled Shen Yijia up, and then took out a handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped it for her. The movement was so careful that the onlookers could feel it.

Shen Yijia suddenly thought of her blood-stained face when she first wore it, and she didn't need to look to know that she must be ugly now.

Yuichi!

She pinched her fingers, noticed the distressed look on Song Jingchen's face, and waved her hand indifferently: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, you know, I..."

Shen Yijia stopped in the middle of the conversation, and when she looked up, she found that everyone was looking at their husband and wife...

"Cough cough, Shen girl's appearance is very special." The Queen Mother Wei coughed lightly: "Come on, take this girl to the Imperial Physician's Office to get some medicine."

Shen Yijia hurriedly greeted the Empress Dowager Wei with a blessing: "Thank the Empress Dowager for your concern, the court lady is fine, so there's no need to trouble the doctor."

She had a smile on her face, which would be quite convincing if you ignored the blood on her face.

Empress Dowager Wei disagreed and said, "There should be no scars on a woman's face."

After confirming that Shen Yijia just smashed her forehead and was not injured elsewhere, Song Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief and thought of something and followed suit: "Go, it won't take long for the last medicine."

Seeing her reluctance, Song Jingchen pursed his lips and lowered his voice: "Your physique is special, and the wound heals quickly. If you don't bandage it, others will see it..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Shen Yijia understood it, thinking that it was indeed possible, so she reluctantly followed the palace maid assigned by the Queen Mother Wei and left.

When she left, she always felt that something was wrong, looked back at Song Jingchen strangely, smelled a bloody smell on the tip of her nose, Shen Yijia took a sniff, thinking it was her face and didn't think much about it.

Song Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief, waited for the others to walk away, walked back to the execution place, knelt down, and said solemnly, "I don't want my wife to worry, please hurry up."

The Guards with the staff glanced at the emperor, got a nod from the latter, and raised the staff again...

There was the sound of sticks hitting the body, and everyone recovered from the accident just now.

One stick after another was hit hard behind the back, Song Jingchen always knelt there steadily, without even bending his back.

The only thing he is happy about now is that Shen Yijia didn't have time to pay attention to other things when he flew in, otherwise the girl might have broken these sticks.

Thinking of Shen Yijia, Song Jingchen bent the corner of his lips.

When Shen Yijia came back after taking the medicine, the thirty sticks had already been used.

Because Song Jingchen's words didn't want his wife to worry, everyone's eyes were on her involuntarily.

Shen Yijia didn't know why, so she walked straight to Song Jingchen's side and knelt down after thinking about it.

Glancing at his pale face and fine sweat on his forehead, Shen Yijia asked concernedly, "Xianggong, what's the matter with you, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Jingchen didn't tell her that she would be punished for hitting the drum, so Shen Yijia didn't know about it at all.

Song Jingchen shook his head and reassured: "I'm fine, don't worry."

Shen Yijia frowned, thinking that the most important thing now is to reverse the verdict, so she had to temporarily hold back her worries.

The palace servants, who had long been able to wink, moved two Taishi chairs, and the emperor and the Queen Mother sat down one after the other.

"Emperor, you can start the trial." Empress Dowager Wei reminded.

At this point, there are still many people watching, and the emperor knows that he has no other choice, so he can only speak in a deep voice: "Zhou, you said that King Anle was framed, what evidence is there?"

Whether it was the Song family or the other officials who were dealt with together, they were all involved because of King Anle's conspiracy. As long as King Anle was proven innocent, the others would naturally be innocent.

"The woman's full name is Zhou Xiu, and she used to be an embroiderer in the capital." The dumb woman kowtowed: "At that time, everyone called the woman Zhou Niangzi. If your majesty doesn't believe it, you can call a few of them for the new year. The old woman came up to ask, and if you think about it, there are still people who remember the women."

Who wants to know this?

Impatient was impatient, but the emperor still waved his hand for Lin Mu to do it.

There were so many people outside the palace gate, and Lin Mu quickly returned with two old women who were about the same age as the dumb woman.

In order to avoid the suspicion of collusion, he chose the two old women at random from the back of the crowd, to ensure that they did not hear the dumb woman just now.

The two old women looked confused when they were brought up, and they knelt down tremblingly and did not dare to look up: "Min, the women have seen His Majesty and the Empress Dowager."

The emperor cast a glance at the two of them, and was very satisfied with Lin Mu's way of doing things.

"Do you know her?" He pointed at the dumb woman.

The two raised their heads slightly and looked in the direction pointed by the emperor.

Time has passed too long, and the two of them looked at it for a long time before finding a sense of familiarity on the wrinkled face of the dumb woman.

One of them said not quite sure: "Go back, if you go back to Your Majesty, the women look at her a bit like Lady Zhou."

Another person said the same thing.

The emperor frowned and said displeasedly, "Yes, yes, no, no, what do you mean by a bit like?"

The two of them hurriedly leaned down and explained tremblingly: "Zhou Niangzi was originally a famous embroiderer in Beijing. But since she was invited to the mansion by the nobles, the women have never seen her again. It has been more than ten years. , so, so..."

After such a long time, I can still have an impression. It is also because the dumb woman's craftsmanship was really good. Later, she was favored by nobles. For a long time, everyone mentioned her and sighed with a good fate.

This set of remarks can basically confirm the identity of the dumb woman.

The emperor waved his hand and let the two old women be sent out.

"You keep talking." He looked at the dumb woman.

"Yes." Thinking of what happened back then, the dumb woman trembled, took a deep breath, and said, "The noble person they were talking about was actually Prince Xia."

"That was eighteen years ago. In addition to the Minwomen, there were three other embroidered women who were invited into the Xiawang Mansion at the same time. It's a pity that except for Minwomen who escaped, the other three were silenced. ."

She seemed to just sigh.

It's Prince Xia again, and it's silence again, the emperor's brows are beating.

The dumb woman continued: "At first, we all thought we were going to be a special embroiderer for the princess... I don't think Xia Wang actually took the pattern of a real dragon and let us embroider it..."

They are already in the palace, do they still have a choice? The results speak for themselves.

The people were in an uproar. Does this mean that the old prince was the one who framed the abolished prince?

"Even if you did embroider a dragon robe back then, others can embroider it as well. How do you know it's the same piece that was found from the East Palace? Even if it's the same piece, how do you know it's not King Anle and the old prince? Conspiracy?" The emperor scolded coldly.

"Just because you have embroidered a dragon robe, you dare to say that I have wronged someone, you are so bold."

In fact, the emperor already had a guess in his heart, but it was obviously impossible for him to admit his fault based on this.

"The woman has a way to prove that it is the same." After the dumb woman finished speaking, she fumbled and took out a handkerchief from her bosom.

It is also thanks to her that she practiced embroidery since she was a child. Even after so many years, even if her eyes cannot see, she can still embroider with that skill.

Qi Shou got the emperor's gesture and stepped forward to take it. He pinched it to make sure there was no problem before presenting it to the emperor. The dragon's eye was embroidered on it, and it looked like it was real.

"The dragon's eye on the dragon robe was embroidered by the women. Your Majesty can let someone compare it."

Even the same pattern and the same embroidery method can be embroidered differently by different people.

Just like the characters written by scholars, you can tell at a glance whether they are written by the same person.

The emperor's hand holding the handkerchief clenched tightly. The dragon robe was indeed not destroyed as evidence, but what if it was the same one? Didn't he say there is another possibility?

"Your Majesty, I still have witnesses." Song Jingchen said suddenly.

The emperor's face darkened, Song Jingchen was so well prepared, who would believe that this Zhou family was not sent by him?

"Biography." The emperor gritted his teeth.

Nan Feng walked in from outside with a dirty man and an old man. When he saw who the man was, the crowd immediately exploded.

"Isn't that the old prince?"

"Bah, what kind of prince is he still? But doesn't that mean he's crazy?"

...

"Emperor..." Uncle, the emperor was so shocked that he almost stood up from his chair. The reason why he didn't send someone to look for it was because he thought Shangguanpu had already killed someone!

Besides, he also heard from the palace servants that the old prince had gone crazy.

The old prince fell to his knees with a plop and cried bitterly: "Your Majesty, this minister is guilty~"

The emperor's forehead throbbed, he didn't ask anything, what's the guilt!

He winked hard at the old prince.

However, the old prince had already told when Shangguanpu took the dragon robe from him, how he threatened him not to say, and finally used it to frame the East Palace.

The kind that can't be stopped!

The emperor was very angry, and at the same time complained that Shangguanpu did not kill the old prince with a knife.

After the old man finished speaking, Song Jingchen took out another stack of rice paper from his arms.

Qi Shou took it and presented it to the emperor.

The content written on the rice paper is messy, and there are three types of single handwriting. At a glance, it can be seen that it is from the hands of three people, and two of them are just excerpts.

third person...

Seeing the content above, the emperor's pupils shrank.

This is clearly the same as the letter retrieved from the East Palace back then, but the handwriting is different.

What does this mean?

"Your Majesty, the handwriting in your hand is actually from the same person, but it contains the handwriting of your grandfather and King Anle."

As soon as Song Jingchen finished speaking, the old man kneeling by the side kowtowed his head: "Your Majesty spares his life, Caomin was persecuted by King Jing, and Caomin doesn't want to..."

Human and physical evidence is conclusive, this is called human and physical evidence conclusive!

The emperor's face was ugly.

Song Jingchen leaned down: "Your Majesty, King Anle was wronged, my Song family was wronged, and the officials who were implicated two years ago were wronged. Please, Your Majesty, make the decision and return my innocence!"

His voice was not loud, but his words were like boulders, smashing into everyone's hearts heavily.

Li Shi had already burst into tears, and pulled Brother Hao and Sister Huan to kneel together.

The people who were watching also knelt down: "King Anle was wronged, the Song family was wronged, and the officials who were implicated two years ago were wronged, please let your majesty call the shots!"

The uniform voice resounded through the sky, as if to tell everyone in the world that Mrs. Song was wronged and that they were all innocent.

Shen Yijia turned her head to look at Song Jingchen, only to find that his eyes were red, his nose was sour, and his heart also felt uncomfortable.

"Xianggong, you did it! Grandfather and the others will see it!" She secretly took his hand.

Song Jingchen held it subconsciously and made a low "um".

In the cold palace, Su Yun ran into the main hall excitedly: "Miss, Miss, did you hear? Outside..."

She stopped halfway through.

On the soft couch, Song Li had already cried to tears.

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I cried too, I could have sent it out at one time and ate my manuscript twice,