Chapter 641

Lian Yan came forward and took Dai Wei and presented it to imperial concubine Li. Imperial concubine Li frowned slightly after displaying the letter, but her face was still calm: "this letter looks familiar."

Kong Changhui received the letter from Lian Yan and handed it over to Jing Qibin: "I hope Lord Jing can hold the palm again. Is the king seal on the lower left true?"

Jing Qibin looked at the letter and looked surprised. The content of the letter was the same as the one he wrote to the young Marquis last time, but the title was changed to concubine Li. Naturally, the Wang Xi was also true.

Jing Qibin nodded: "this..."

"What's the difference?" Concubine Li then looked at Xiao Zimu: "at the beginning, his highness Qi fought with the people in Dali temple. He said in righteous words. Wouldn't it be ridiculous if only one letter from another country could convict the people of our country of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Why? If this word was put on our palace, wouldn't it count?"

The courtiers then circulated the letter and felt a little relieved after listening to Princess Li's words.

After all, this is not the first time.

For the first time, they were really surprised, but now their reaction is obviously much calmer.

Shi Fuqiu also answered and said: "yes, I would have seen the grace of his highness seven in Dali Temple last time. I said loudly. If it was so hasty, why should soldiers go to war? Please write four letters, affix the emperor's seal and personally send them to the four countries."

Xiao Zimu was looked at by imperial concubine Li, and listened to Shi Fuqiu's words. He stepped out of the line, with a warm smile on his face: "it's natural to count. At the beginning, the little Marquis was framed by shameless people and tarnished his innocence. Now, my mother thinks so?"

Li Fei's breath was slightly sluggish when he ran, and cherry lips pursed, triggering a sneer: "nature."

Kong Changhui saluted Xiao Zimu and said in a loud voice, "Your Highness, this time is different from last time."

"Oh?" Xiao Zimu's face showed a touch of doubt, cooperating with him and asked, "what's the difference?"

Kong Changhui took out a stack of letters from another sleeve: "Your Highness, your highness, first palm and eye."

Xiao Zimu received it in the curious eyes of the ministers. Wu Taifu and Prime Minister Ju stood next to him from left to right. He handed them two letters each, and the three read the letter in the curious eyes of others.

Xiao Zimu's gentle face gradually became dignified. He quickly checked all the letters, handed the rest of the letters to Jing Qibin, left one and handed it to Xiao Yanjun: "the fourth brother has a deep relationship with the mother and son of Princess Li, and should be familiar with her handwriting. You might as well have a look to see if this small block letter of hairpin came from her."

Prime Minister Ju added another sentence: "I don't know if the old minister's eyes are dazed. The seal at the bottom left looks like the palace seal of Princess Li."

Wu Taifu hissed, "you're right. That's the seal of imperial concubine Li."

Min Zhisong and Shi Fuqiu's faces changed. They hurriedly took a letter from others to read it.

Xiao Yanjun was originally ridiculed by Xiao Zimu. He just thought this sounded very familiar. It was like not long ago that he pressed him in Dali temple to ask if he knew the handwriting in early summer.

When Xiao Yanjun opened the letter, the face of Zhang Junmei was instantly white. What was written between the lines was how to overturn Zhao Jiajun's plot.

The familiar small block script of hairpin flower, when he looked at it, he knew that it was made by imperial concubine Li, and the seal at the lower left was indisputable.

No wonder he asked imperial concubine Li twice, fearing that the authenticity of King Hu's seal would be found out by Dali temple.

Princess Li didn't worry about it, and let him rest assured.

It turned out that the Wang Xi was true

But the man who collaborated with the enemy was his mother's concubine?

Xiao Yanjun's hand shook, and the letter fell down. It was blown by the wind and fell at Lian Yan's feet.

Lian Yan took a look at her face, and her eyes suddenly opened. She hurriedly picked it up and presented it to imperial concubine Li.

Concubine Li wanted to scold Xiao Yanjun for being so nervous on her face, but after she saw it, there was a crack in her face.

How is that possible?

How?

These letters were written to the state of Hu more than a year ago and escorted by her most trusted person. They have never been fake. How could they appear in the hands of Kong Changhui?

"Fourth brother, can you tell me whether this letter is written by the empress?" Xiao Zimu raised his eyebrows and scolded him. His eyes were full of ridicule.

The snowflakes outside Yufu Palace are getting bigger and bigger, just like the scene of the third auditorium of Dali temple.

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

Xiao Yanjun still clearly remembers at the moment. At that time, when he looked at the beginning of summer, his heart was happy, his eyebrows were full of smiles, and he kindly asked Xiao Zimu, "seven younger brothers, tell me if this letter is the handwriting of the little marquis."

Xiao Yanjun recalled this picture, raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Zimu again. His eyes were full of hate and killing.

If I had known, I should ignore it and kill this seemingly harmless brother first.

"Huh?" Xiao Zimu smiled more and more meaningful when he saw him like this. He smiled on the corners of his lips and challenged Xiao Yanjun: "fourth brother, is it, or isn't it?"

Xiao Yanjun was asked and completely defeated his mind.

The sky is still covered with snow.

Chang'an people have been replaced by civil and military officials.

He was a questioner and became a questioner.

At this time, he was speechless.

"Isn't it ridiculous for your highness Qi to question the crown prince instead of the palace?" Princess Li got up from her chair and looked down at Xiao Zimu.

Xiao Yanjun is like a drowning man who catches a life-saving straw and looks forward to Princess Li.

"That's to ask your mother, isn't it?" Xiao Zimu held his head high and met her eyes.

"The palace seal can be stolen and the handwriting can be imitated. As the imperial concubine, why should the palace frame old general Zhao? Han Yang is also the territory of the state of Xiao. Why should the palace dig its own grave?" The righteous words said by concubine Li.

In a few words, the letter was changed into a frame of blame.

Her eyes shone sharply at Xiao Zimu: "this small regular script with hairpin flowers is basically popular with all famous girls. If you stick it on your hands, you will know everything. If you have a mind to frame our palace, you can imitate it over time. The events written in the letter have been more than a year at least. I'm afraid this layout has been set up for our palace long ago."

Xiao Yanjun's heart was hot when she said it. She suddenly felt that things were not as desperate as he expected.

The small regular script with flower hairpins in the hand of the mother imperial concubine is very common. It is different from the handwritten script in early summer. It is impossible to copy one in ten thousand.

As soon as he read this, his confidence hardened again. Just now, he was scolded by Xiao Zimu and was speechless.

At present, he straightened up again and said to Kong Changhui, "this is your responsibility of Dali temple. The crown prince ordered you to find out the case, find out the person behind the frame, and return the innocence of the mother imperial concubine."