Before the words fell, Jiang Luoyu remembered the conversation she had with Meng Jiuqian in Hanjiang Pavilion, and the picture that had been burned by herself. She was dressed in apricot yellow, with a beautiful appearance, but seemed to have a little familiar girl.
That day
"I hope you don't blame me after listening to it..." Meng Jiuqian stood quietly behind the bead curtain, lowered his voice and reported to him. However, many big beads of sweat had already fallen on his head. "According to the person who delivered the news, the emperor's sweetheart may be the emperor's aunt, who was married to be king Xiaoyao, Princess Liyang..."
His voice did not fall, the hands standing in the bead curtain suddenly trembled, almost throwing the picture that looked very familiar to the ground immediately, and the voice also contained the incredible: "what do you say?"
Meng Jiuqian was not surprised by Jiang Luoyu's reaction at this time. In his opinion, even if Jiang Luoyu was furious and said that they did not do well and submitted false news, he would not have any complaints. Such reaction and words were light. After all, who could have thought that the emperor had always coveted his own in laws and his own grandmother.
Thinking of this, Meng Jiuqian quickly knelt down, lowered his voice, arched his hand and said, "please calm down, the news of that man may not be taken seriously..."
Jiang Luoyu didn't speak for a long time, but took a deep breath, trying to suppress the sudden anger in her heart and a very inexplicable sense.
However, if this is the case, then Jiang Lun, who was originally a former Emperor when he was traveling in the south of the Yangtze River, was assassinated and was valued for saving his life. He eventually rose to be a powerful general and finally became his husband-in-law. After the death of the former Emperor and the new Emperor's accession to the throne, he was not able to do anything extraordinary after supporting the new emperor's accession to the throne, but was able to be named the king of carefree inherited from generation to generation, And it has been passed on for three generations and has not taken back the talisman that has been kept in hand, so it can be explained.
When I think about the past life, it is also because my grandmother was very angry about her own affairs not long after she got married. It was not long before the emperor began to make trouble to himself when he drove the crane home.
Everything Just because of grandma?
Although she had some ideas in her mind for the time being, Jiang Luoyu's face was still very ugly. She immediately rolled up the scroll as it was, pinched it in the palm of her hand and leaned over her body. In a cold voice, she said to the figure outside the curtain: "why do you dare to speculate? It's just because Princess Liyang was a young woman who loved to wear apricot yellow clothes, especially the apricot flowers embroidered with apricot yellow and silver thread on her clothes when she was young. Did Yihao paint such a picture of her sweetheart in the emperor's secret room? "
Meng Jiuqian stopped at the news and hesitated for a long time. Then he whispered with his teeth: "master of the pavilion, the apricot yellow silver thread, according to the records of the weaving office at that time At that time, it was very difficult to weave apricot yellow silver thread, and it was difficult to produce much each year, so almost only the royal family could wear it But now, it's different. "
"Oh?" Jiang Luoyu didn't expect that it was this that made the people of Hanjiang Pavilion lock on her grandmother. For a while, she looked at the picture scroll in her hand and didn't know what to say. After a long time, she pursed her thin lips under the mask, and looked directly at the candles outside the Hanjiang Pavilion. Her dark jade eyes twinkled.
"So the woman must be a member of the royal family. In those days, he was a member of the royal family and liked to wear such precious apricot yellow and silver thread. Apart from Princess Liyang, you couldn't find any other princesses or emperors? "
Meng Jiuqian raised his hand and wiped the beaded sweat on his forehead, and said in a soft voice: -- Please forgive me