Chapter 334: Clues can be detected
The north wind is biting, and everything you see is white. In the dense plum forest, there is a group of people walking through it.
Qian Ming put his hands in his sleeves, and the tips of his ears were red from the cold. The snow was deep and it was difficult for his short legs to keep up. From a distance, he looked like a fat squirrel jumping in the snow. One jump.
A few steps away from him, there was a man in a black coat, walking slowly with long legs.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty——”
The sound he called out was blown back by the wind, which was not as loud as the sound of stepping on the snow under his feet.
Seeing that he was falling farther and farther, Qian Ming jumped forward and almost slipped. Fortunately, a big hand caught him by the back of his collar.
Qian Ming held his chest and gasped: "Thank you, thank you!"
The guard next to him put away his hand, came closer and asked in a low voice: "Your Excellency, is the Lord here? What are you looking for? You have walked around this Merlin three times!”
Qian Ming shook his head with a grimace, “You ask me, who am I asking? Nine, got nine circles!”
"Nine circles?" The guard looked confused.
Qian Ming glanced at the long legs and was about to open his mouth to explain when he saw the black figure in front of him stopped and hurriedly chased him forward. Before he even took a step forward, he was still there just now. The person behind him had already taken a few steps forward in the blink of an eye.
The black figure walked around the plum tree, and the sharp white chin was looming in the soft and shiny black fox velvet, making the whole person as cold as the ice and snow on the plum tree. Not angry.
His dark eyes moved: "That's it."
After that, he walked back neatly.
The guard bowed his head and responded.
Qian Ming took three breaths a step at a time before he stood firm, but saw several people turn around.
Here, are you going back now?
"Hey, Your Majesty——"
Gao Qian stopped.
Qian Ming broke into a smile.
Gao Qian turned his face slightly, his thick eyelashes drooping lightly, blocking the emotion in his eyes.
"Let the one named Mu Yan come."
After that, he went straight to Tai Chi Hall.
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As soon as the door of Hanguang Hall is opened, the fragrant warm air blows in, like a spring breeze that can melt the ice and snow.
Xianglan was about to leave the palace, and she met the visitor head-on. She was about to salute, but was stopped by a wave of her hand, so she stepped aside.
Looking in while walking on the high dive, it was very quiet.
There is no main hall, nor any side rooms. After going around in a circle, it is the room with wintersweet branches in the room where I have been sleeping for the past few days.
Gao Qianqian stopped at the door and did not go in immediately.
Liang Han was lying on the table, tilting his head to look at a small yellow flower picked up by his fingertips. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Gao Qian couldn't see her expression, but he could see clearly that she didn't care about image or etiquette.
"What is Concubine Shu doing?"
The person lying on the case straightened up, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes as he looked over, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it.
“Waiting for Your Majesty.”
Liang Huan sat upright and put down the copybook that he had put away earlier. He was no longer as relaxed as before.
Gao Qian's eyes fell on the small plum blossom on the table: "What do you see?"
Liang Hu said: "Huang Wei came to concubine and said that Zhang Baoyue was unjust, no He wanted to harm my concubine, not by committing suicide, but by committing suicide."
Gao Qian looked away, lifted up his clothes and sat down: "Oh? What do you think, Concubine Shu?"
Liang Huan smiled: "I think she is right."
Gao Qian raised his eyebrows lightly: "Why do you see that?"
Liang Huan placed the copybook and confession toward him.
"Your Majesty, look at this calligraphy."
"The calligraphy that Gu sent people to see before sending it is indeed Zhang Baoyue's." Liang Wei nodded: "Your Majesty is right, the calligraphy is It’s hers, but she may not have written it.”
"What do you mean? Could it be that someone copied it?"
"It's not a copy, it's a rubbing."
"A rubbing?"
"Yes, even if it's from The hand of the same person cannot write two words that are exactly the same. What's more, the way the words are written is not only related to the paper, pen and ink, but also depends on the state of mind when writing. Real imitation involves more than just the shape of the handwriting. It is also the heart of the person who wrote it, but the human heart is fickle, so the handwriting is also changing, so it is extremely difficult to imitate it. It can be different by rubbing it. "
"If they were copying, I may not be able to tell the clues, but this rubbing - since it is a real word, it must be a fake confession."
Liang Huan pointed it out to Gao Qian as he spoke. There were slight differences between the same two words on Zhang Baoyue's copybook, but one of the words was exactly the same as the one on the confession.
Gao Qian stared.
Liang Huan said: "They originally wanted to keep the copybook to prove that the confession was true, but unexpectedly it turned out to be evidence to overturn the confession."
Gao Qian nodded gently, his eyes slowly Moving to Liang Huan's face, his eyes were deep: "Concubine Shu knows a lot."
Yuan Shaoyu's letter, Zhao Ruxin's blood letter...
Liang Huan's heart was beating hard.
She raised the corner of her mouth and laughed at him: "That's natural. I am the Taifu, and my father is the sacrificial wine. I have heard and read these things often, and practicing calligraphy is a must-do every day. , Wasn’t Your Majesty also forced to practice calligraphy when he was a child?”
After speaking, Liang Huan lowered his head and continued to flip through the copybook in his hand.
Sure enough, talking too much leads to mistakes.
She is exposed more and more...
Gao Qian stared at the sneer that had not disappeared from Liang Huan's lips, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes deepened. But for a moment, he moved his eyes away, and his eyes fell back on the wilted wintersweet flower on the table.
The room became inexplicably quiet, and no one spoke.
After a moment, Gao Qian smiled and took out the copybook from her hand with a dull voice.
"Liang Huan, as long as you are willing to accompany me, I will give you whatever you want. Even if I can't give it, I will help you."
Liang Huan. When her hands were empty, her heart was also empty. When she raised her eyes again, Gao Qian had already lowered his head to look through the copybook.
"Even if she didn't commit suicide, it is always true that she harmed you. How could she be unjust?"
He stood up and smiled playfully: "The wild man in the mountains you are looking for is here. Come with me to see it. Look."
Liang Huan was overjoyed and wanted to get up.
Gao Qian subconsciously stretched out his hand, suddenly stopped halfway, put it behind his back without leaving a trace, turned around and walked out.
Liang Huan supported the case with her hands and struggled to get up. If she hadn't been unable to go to prison in this condition, she would have wanted to see the old woman to ask about the cure.
In the main hall, someone was being escorted to his knees on the ground. Although he looked miserable, he was not as dirty and tattered as expected. It was obvious that he had been cleaned up before he came here.
All her gray hair was pulled up, except for a few strands of hair hanging in front of her forehead.
Liang Huan couldn't wait to step forward, tilting her head to identify it carefully, until she saw the scar on her eyebrow bone, her eyes glowing.
"Lan Xueping?"
The head that was hanging down suddenly raised, and the distracted eyes instantly focused on looking over, with deep surprise and confusion in the eyes.
She trembled her lips in disbelief: "Are you calling me?"
"How dare you be rude to your empress!" someone scolded.
Gao Qian stopped a few steps away, looking coolly, and the guard shut his mouth.
Liang Huan didn't care about anything else.
The old woman wondered: "You, who are you, and why do you know my name?"
"You told me."
"Me?"
Liang Huan nodded: "Yes."
(End of this chapter)