Chapter 272

She apologized seriously and thanked Mingze. Mingze was not comfortable. She took a step back when she saluted. The body retreats, the umbrella in his hand is always on the top of Qingfeng's head, most of his body is standing in the rain, coughing to cover up the embarrassment, Mingze light way back: "forget it."

Qingfeng didn't notice Mingze's action and insisted: "today I really thank you for telling my sister that she left safely. Her safety is more important than anything to me." In the bright eyes that made him flash for many times, the sincere and firm light made Mingze feel palpitation. He envied that she had a loved one worthy of such treasure and the green spirit that could be remembered like this. This is something he can never hope for.

This man is really strange. It seems that his eyes are looking at her and wandering. Does he listen to her again? Qingfeng frowned and continued, "except tonight, I want to thank you for your help many times before?"

"I didn't help you before. I don't need to thank you."

Mingze doesn't seem to want to talk about the past, and Qingfeng doesn't talk about it any more. The rain is more heavy, the dense rain silk weaves into a big net, the lightning is directly split from the sky, the previous sullen thunder has become deafening thunder at the moment, in the white light of the lightning, Qingfeng just found that Mingze is standing in the wind and rain with the umbrella on her head. He is not big, but very tall, the night wind is very cold, her heart is inexplicably warm, Qingfeng smiled and said loudly: "I?? It's called green maple. " He can say his sister's name, and certainly knows her name, but Qingfeng just wants to tell him her name.

A flash of lightning flashed across her face. The smile on her face was dazzling. Mingze's heart was shocked. Her eyes were dim, and she said in a cold voice, "my mother went back to the palace earlier, and resigned from her post."

Leave this sentence, Mingze will put the umbrella in his hand into Qingfeng's hand, and stride away towards the direction behind Qingfeng.

"Hello!" Qingfeng looks at him in a hurry and leaves like a slap on the face. She is ignored for the first time. Even Yan Hongtian's eyes have never been removed from her. He is just a bodyguard, but he ignores her again and again. Why is he so arrogant! Qingfeng was annoyed and frustrated, but also with a little confusion and disappointment. She was in the same place with mixed feelings, and her eyes were staring at the indifference that gradually disappeared in the rainy night, but she forgot to leave.

"Master." Tuckahoe came running with an umbrella, and saw Qingfeng standing alone in the rain with a black umbrella in his hand, his eyes fixed on a direction, full of anger but with a trace of?? Grievance? Tuckahoe looked down her line of sight. On the long palace road, there was nothing but the misty rain.

The rain is more and more heavy. The umbrella can't cover the scattered rain and the wanton night wind. Tuckahoe cried out, "master, you are all wet. Go back to the palace quickly."

Ten fingers tightly hold the umbrella in hand, until the fingertip is white, green maple just takes back his sight, turns around and goes away.

Heavy rain, lightning, thunder, such bad weather, family has been closed, few people walk on the street. I saw a little fat figure shuttling through the rain curtain. The coir raincoat and bamboo hat were covered tightly and turned several narrow alleys. The man stopped at the back door of a family and slapped the door twice. The back door opened immediately.

People familiar with the circle into the backyard, in a small room outside the stop, knocked on the door, immediately push the door into the flash. Entering the house, the man took down the bamboo hat and saw that he was an old man in his early sixties. Even if there is coir raincoat to protect, the dark grey long gown on his body is still wet for the most part, and he can't care about his embarrassment. The old man bows to salute: "my Lord."

This is a small room with a light lamp on the low table. The light is dim. A man stands tall and stands alone in the room. He looks much younger than the old man. However, the old people always bow and have a humble attitude, and the position of male identity is obviously not low.

The man nodded his head to the old man and asked in a cold voice, "what does Shan Yulan want to do?"

The old man didn't dare to delay. He stepped forward a few steps and whispered in the man's ear: "back to your excellency, half a month ago, a bounty hunter killed a man, but the dead man was Yang Lu. Somehow, he found out the gold case of that year by mentioning the punishment alone. These days, he reviewed all the files about the gold case of three years ago, which seemed to be a retrial."

Thunder roared outside the house, and the rain fell in torrents. The old man's voice was almost covered by thunder. The young man's eyebrows were slightly chilling, and he said softly, "I can't imagine that the case three years ago was turned over to him." Fortunately, he was not in the capital when he went out for trial. Otherwise, those gold would not come out of the capital.

The old man asked pleasantly, "this old gold case has been brought up again. It seems that it involves the prime minister's office and the general's office. Do you want to be a junior?"

"Don't be busy!" The man said with a low voice: "it has nothing to do with you. Naturally, someone will deal with the aftermath. Take advantage of Shan Yulan's energy to focus on the gold case, and quickly close the case of stealing military food. Don't save money! "

The old man's face was a little white, and he had a bad complexion. After a long time, he replied timidly, "my lord?? Shan reminded that the case had been submitted to the tixingfu for reexamination. Both the files and the prisoners were admitted to the tixingfu. The corporal was really?? There's nothing we can do. "

"Waste!" The man glared at the old man, lowered his voice, and said: "there is no new doubt, no other evidence, evidence, how can he try?"

Your excellency means?? there was no testimony of witness after the conspirator passed away?! The old man suddenly realized, nodded his head, and said with compliments, "you are wise, you are wise!"

The peony flower will pass, the delicate flowers will wither and wither, and the beautiful flowers around the Qingfeng hall will fade away in the past two months. Tuckahoe came to Qingfeng's house with the freshly boiled medicine juice and knocked on the door. There was no reply for a long time. Tuckahoe pushed the door open and saw the thin figure sitting alone beside the round table.

It rained that night and came back. The master was really infected with the cold. Fortunately, he didn't get in the way. The Emperor didn't come back to the Qingfeng hall. He didn't care about the Lord. The Empress Dowager didn't make an order to see him. The Lord hardly went out of the door. Most of the time, like now, he sat by the round table and looked out the window. The umbrella came from nowhere in the rainy night. He stood quietly under the window edge. Sometimes the LORD would look at the umbrella and be stunned.

Tuckahoe gently handed the medicine bowl to Qingfeng and said, "master, drink the medicine while it's hot. Have a rest earlier." Qingfeng slowly raised his head, lazily took up the medicine bowl, reluctantly drank the medicine juice, and then held the gills to help him to start staying, and did not know what he was thinking. After that night, the master was always in a state of listlessness, not for the sake of?? That umbrella? Tuckahoe tentatively said: "master, which palace is this umbrella? Do you want to send it back to me?"

Qingfeng glanced sideways at the black umbrella under the window edge, and thought of Mingze's cold look before he left. He snorted coldly, "no, let it go." He is so inexplicable and moody that he doesn't care about a broken umbrella at all. Feeling a burst of fidgety, Qingfeng waved to Poria cocos and said, "well, it's not early, you don't have to wait, you go to sleep."

"Yes." It's just that the umbrella was mentioned. The master got angry and was no longer lazy. Poria didn't dare to ask again, but she also knew the origin between the master and the master. Pack up the medicine bowl, tuckahoe quietly retreated out.

In the dark of the night, all she heard was the sound of the candle crackling. Qingfeng lay on the table lazily, and her eyes fell on the black umbrella again unconsciously. She thought for a long time, but she didn't understand. She just told him her name. Why did he change his face? She would like to thank him, want to meet him in this cold palace, this is also worth his anger? Since I don't want to provoke her, why do I often appear beside her. Where on earth did she offend him? Mingze, what a strange man.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the hall. Qingfeng looked out of the window at the slanting moon. It was almost midnight. At this time of the day, all the halls of the palace had already rested. Qingfeng pushes open the door to see. The noise is louder. The eunuchs and maids in the Qingfeng hall are all around the door. They look out with their heads outstretched. Qingfeng goes to the courtyard and says in a loud voice, "why is it so noisy outside?"

Tuckahoe shook his head and said, "it seems that the voice came from the East. I don't know what happened. Lan'er has gone out to inquire."

East? Most of the concubines lived in the West and the south. What happened in the east?? Is it the Empress Dowager? Qingfeng surmises that Lan'er just came back. Seeing that Qingfeng is also in the yard, Lan'er's face is whiter. Qingfeng asks, "what happened?"

Lan'er bit her lips gently. She whispered back: "Princess Chaoyun?? The beam has killed itself. "

Suspension beam?? Suicide?! How is this possible? Princess Chaoyun, the empress's sweetheart, the emperor's sister! All the people in the hall were in a cold sweat, and Qingfeng's heart was shaking for a moment. He said in a hurry, "how is the princess now?"

"Fortunately, the palace maid found out in time that the princess had been saved. The emperor called seven or eight doctors to Qingxuan hall for consultation. At present, I don't know if the princess is out of danger." Lan'er only dared to inquire outside the Qingxuan hall. She was scared to be silly when she knew that it was the princess who committed suicide.

Princess Chaoyun?? Is this a bitter meat plan, or is it really a hopeless idea that you can't love? Qingfeng thought about it and whispered in Poria's ear, "Poria, go to Qingxuan's palace to see the situation. If you have any news, please report it immediately."

"Yes." Tuckahoe nodded and hurried out of the hall.

The more Qingfeng thinks about it, the more afraid she becomes. No matter what reason the princess commits suicide, if she has any accident, the queen mother will definitely record this account on her sister. She must not have an accident, otherwise?? She was afraid to go down.

The night is getting darker, and the noise outside is fading.