Chapter 231 Qing Leng Buddha 59
Check, of course we have to check.
The emperor withdrew his gaze and sat back on the throne, but he never let Lin Chunhuan get up.
Even though the porcelain in the royal study was smashed all over the floor, there were still several broken pieces of porcelain under Lin Chunhuan's knees, which penetrated her dress and penetrated deeply into her flesh.
Even though the emperor knew that she had just had a miscarriage, the bright red blood had already dyed the green palace dress red.
"Here comes Yan Ming, Prince Regent of Xuan."
The emperor lowered his eyebrows and stared at the face in front of him while speaking, as if he was trying to see some expected expression from it.
But...no, nothing.
Besides the grievance, those eyes were innocent and frank, and even for a moment the emperor wondered whether his information was really wrong.
Yan Ming came very quickly, his clothes were simple but expensive, and his hair was neatly styled.
There was lipstick on her lips, and she looked good, with the demeanor of a counselor. It was obvious that she had been dressed up carefully before entering the palace.
I don’t know if this dress is her own intention or the intention of others.
There is no unnecessary nonsense, the emperor's questioning comes fast and fierce, it is still the same handwritten letter, "Yan Ming, I remember you, we had a chance encounter when we were in Hongxiu Tower."
< br>"So, do you have something to say."
The emperor's tone was cold, but Yan Ming just glanced at the handwritten letter, and then his eyes met the emperor's eyes, "The common people and the noble concubine. The relationship cannot be concealed, and I have never thought of concealing it. I don’t know what the emperor wants to ask from the mouth of the common people.”
The two people's eyes met in the air, Lin Chunhuan knelt aside and said nothing. Even from the time Yan Ming walked in, the two of them had never met their eyes for a moment.
After a long time, the emperor laughed and said, "Miss Yanming, don't you think that I can't find out the origin of this handwriting?"
"Oh?"
Yan Ming raised her eyebrows. Even though she was standing in front of a lofty emperor, one misstep could kill her in an instant, but her back did not bend even a little bit.
After living under the power for a long time, people tend to become numb.
Yan Ming let go of his hand and let the handwritten book fall to the ground, "If the emperor doesn't mind the trouble, the common people don't mind hearing about the origin of the things."
"After all, the handwritten book came out of nowhere, and the common people don't care about it. I'm also very interested in the origin of the thing."
The narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "You mean, you don't know where this handwriting comes from."
The words came out. , Yan Ming straightened his back even more, and even the movements of kowtowing were extremely upright, "When the common people entered the palace today, they never thought that they could get out alive."
"As a counselor of the palace, the common people also Some people have the ability to find out information. If the Cao Min guesses correctly, the emperor will get the news, but it is said that the handwritten letter was sent to the Cao Min. "
This time, the emperor said nothing, obviously acquiescing to Yan Ming's statement.
Yan Ming chuckled softly, "So, does the Emperor believe what is above or not? If he believes it, the one who should be kneeling here right now should not be the imperial concubine. Where is Miss Fu? "
"Absurd!" The emperor's palm fell heavily on the table. "What are you doing? Do I need to tell you?"
Ignore the emperor's sudden attack. Yan Ming didn't lie. When she entered the palace today, she really didn't think she could walk out alive.
She came with the intention of dying.
Seeing Yan Ming's thoughts, Lin Chunhuan looked intently at the pillar in front of him. His clenched fists were already full of cold sweat. It took a lot of effort to calm down his breathing.
"It seems that you still don't believe it. The idea of resurrecting a dead body is really unbelievable, isn't it?" The emperor's gloomy expression did not stop Yan Ming from speaking.
On the contrary, he spoke more and more vigorously. Yan Ming raised his head, the light in his eyes flashing madly, "Why doesn't the emperor think about it? The regent knows that it is impossible to resurrect the corpse."
"Then why is he so bold? How dare he not hand over military power? How come...it is so easy for him to believe these nonsense."
"In other words, he just chose to believe what he wanted to believe." Yan Ming stretched out his hand and clicked on the word "queen" in the handwritten letter, "If there is doubt about the royal bloodline."
"This should be What a reasonable and reasonable reason to return to Tiangang.”
Cang Dang!
The emperor couldn't say a word, and the cold sweat on his head couldn't stop pouring out. Within a moment, even the dragon robe on his body was soaked.
There was silence in the imperial study room for a while. Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips. Yan Ming did much better than she had expected before, "Your Majesty, I know that I can't get anything from you now." trust.”
"I just ask your Majesty to think more about it. The regent once persecuted me to such an extent. If I hadn't met you, I don't know what kind of situation I would be in now. I wish I could eat that person's flesh!"
“Ten thousand steps back, even if there is really something wrong with Chun Yu around me, would my situation be better than now if the devilish man like the regent becomes the emperor?”< br>
The emperor opened his mouth, and the two women's voices taking turns made his mind unable to think. It was like chaos, with only endless coldness spreading behind his back.
At this moment, Yan Ming's actions dispelled the emperor's last suspicion.
She stood up straight and took off her clothes one by one until she was naked.
It is obvious that the body is graceful, and the concave and convex curves attract people's imagination.
But the blue and purple scars on it, old and new are superimposed on top of each other. A discerning person can tell at a glance that they were not formed in a day or two. The traces of pleasure mixed with them silently accuse the perpetrator of the cruelty.
"Yan Ming joined the Regent as a counselor, and it was true that he volunteered, but in the past year, the common people have been worse off than dead! The Regent has never forgotten for a moment that day the imperial concubine in the Red Sleeve Tower was robbed It’s so frustrating to leave!”
“He vents all his dissatisfaction on the common people... Such a person will often be ruined by what he doesn’t get, and he is doing this, isn’t he?”
The night was long, and two slender figures were lying side by side on the beams, with several jars of sweet fruit wine in front of them.
The moonlight shone down, making Yan Ming's face become paler.
“Stop drinking, you really want to die here.”
Lin Chunhuan frowned and snatched the wine jar from Yan Ming’s hand, with concern in his eyes. Almost overflowing, "My medicine is not a panacea, you should take care of it yourself."
"Whatever you do with it, you won't live long anyway." Yan Ming curled his lips indifferently, but He didn't go to get the wine jar again, "Ah Huan, n, did you say that he... believed it?"