At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Meng Shuhong hid behind Xu Wenyuan with disheveled hair. He knew this censor.

After running for a while, my legs hurt badly. Meng Shuhong's body was shaking, and the cold sweat on his face wet his temples.

He lifted his hair to reveal a paler, kidney-deficient face.

He came closer to Xu Wenyuan and said: "Xu Yushi, it's me, the Prince of Yongchang."

"Two months ago, you even participated in one of my books."

Xu Wenyuan remained calm, moved a few steps to the side, and said calmly: "The official knows the prince."

"Hahaha."

Meng Shuhong couldn't stop laughing, his sinister eyes scanning the people in the room.

"Xu Yushi, this group of unscrupulous people is guilty. Take them down quickly!"

Unexpectedly, Xu Wenyuan walked straight to Xie Yuheng as if he hadn't heard anything.

He bowed his hands and said, "Master Si's carriage is waiting for Xie Ting downstairs."

Xie Yuheng glanced past the few Linyuan students who were poking their heads at the stairs.

I knew that Meng Shuhong would not get any benefits from this farce.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

Xie Yuheng returned the favor and led Xie Mingli and others slowly downstairs.

When they reached the corner of the stairs, they heard Xu Wenyuan yell, "Meng Shuhong, the crown prince of Yongchang, instructs people to spread untrue words."

"Slandering the fourth-rank officials and the fifth-rank Tinghou of this dynasty, there are both witnesses and physical evidence."

"Take it down quickly!"

The corners of Xie Yuheng's lips raised, showing a sincere smile, and his heart felt warm.

I think Mr. Lai has been working overtime at the government office in the past two days because of this matter.

Rong Shi was ordered to stay behind to deal with follow-up matters and ensure the personal safety of the people who acted righteously.

Fang went downstairs and took his boss's carriage for a long journey.

......

A group of six people crowded the carriage, and there were two more sitting in the front room, one on the left and one on the right, acting as bodyguards for the coachman.

Fortunately, it was pulled by two horses. One horse could not bear the weight.

Xu Lu seemed to have just come back to his senses and patted his chest in fear. road:

"Xiao Yuheng, did you know Prince Yongchang before?"

"You act like a mad dog and bite you whenever I see you."

Xie Yuheng shook his head. She only asked Rong Shi to investigate after Zhuque listened to the window.

Before this, no information about this 'uncle' was known.

"This morning, I went to Xiangyun Pastry Shop to order Guanghan Cake."

"I heard someone whispering that Xiao Yuheng's name of Sanyuan came from a wrong origin, and he was the one who ordered it to be spread."

The veins on the backs of Xie Mingli's hands were clearly visible, and his thin lips were pursed into a thin line.

He lowered his eyes, the carriage was swaying, and the young man's mood was also swaying.

Resenting his own incompetence, this is the second time Xiao Yuheng has faced the oppression of power.

"Why would you target the head of the family if you have no grievances? He is mentally ill?"

Xie Zhushu muttered, wondering how someone could dislike such a good person like the head of the family.

Si Yuandao stroked his goatee with a far-reaching gaze. "Most of the scum of noble families in the capital are like this. They are used to bullying the weak."

"You won't even utter a fart when facing someone who is stronger than you. When it comes to those who are weaker than you..."

"A villain has no integrity, abandoning the basic and chasing the weak. He is happy to think about giving, and angry to think about taking away." When he said this, Si Yuandao sighed.

Xu Lu pondered the relevant laws in his mind and asked doubtfully: "Sir, what will happen to Prince Yongchang in the end?"

"Escort him back to Beijing and hand him over to Dali Temple."

Si Yuandao touched the soft hair on the back of Xie Yuheng's head, and his eyes softened.

He spoke out to comfort him: "On the day the list was posted, I had already written a letter and sent it to Shangjing along with the governor's note."

"Don't worry, the Yongchang Mansion will take revenge."

Xie Yuheng stroked Suzaku's feathers, and she understood what her husband meant.

Compared to an eyesore and useless, the young master of aristocratic family.

Chu Heng paid more attention to her as a talent.

.......

The bright moon is in the sky.

Xie Yuheng sat alone under the candlelight, with an open book on Daliang customs and interesting stories spread out on the desk.

The beauty's goblet was replaced with newly broken cinnamon twigs.

There are more goose-yellow flower buds than before, and the fragrance is also fragrant. The fresh scent of osmanthus fills the room.

There are pens, inks, paper, inkstones and other study utensils on the table, but there are no strange objects made of paper that day.

A gust of wind blew into the room, and a black crane, almost integrated with the night, stood in front of the window.

The long beak held the broken paper cage.

Xie Yuheng took the object, tore it into small pieces and threw it into the incense burner.

With a click, the lighter ignited the paper, and the furnace suddenly became orange-red.

The swaying flames were reflected in the child's eyes. It was as if there was a fire burning in his eyes.

Suzaku, who had transformed into a small white bird, stood on her shoulder and rubbed Xie Yuheng with his furry head.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

‘Dongfeng’ was sent to Gongyuan at the end of August.

At that time, Meng Shuhong had been squatting in the government prison for five days and six nights.

Xie Yuheng looked out through the screen window of the carriage and saw Zhuang Yun being caught by a mother and daughter as soon as he left the tribute courtyard.

"I've met Governor Zhuang."

Meng Shumiao bowed gracefully, and her aura of nobility was unmatched by that of an ordinary wealthy girl from Jingzhou.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhuang Yun raised his eyebrows, but his eyes looked at the older Wu.

He said without caring and pulled off his clothes. It was inconvenient to bathe in Gongyuan, and he had not bathed for three days.

Today, Qiuhu is extremely tight, and his clothes have already been soaked with sweat. The neckline folds inward, which makes people extremely uncomfortable.

Mrs. Wu smiled gently but not politely. He just said: "Famous is not as good as meeting. Mr. Zhuang is even more famous than the rumors say."

Zhuang Yun touched the stubble on his beard and smashed it into his mouth.

Rumors, what rumors?

After being "in jail" for a long time, is there any new trend outside?

Could it be that he accidentally leaked the secret about academic politics that was asked in the government examination?

"Madam, tell me what you have to say. I have other important matters."

The black-hearted scholar frowned slightly. He just wanted to go home quickly and take a shower, and was too lazy to listen to these convoluted official talks.

Meng Shumiao felt bored. She and her mother waited outside for him for a long time.

What is his attitude?

He was unshaven and smelled terrible of sweat. Nothing compared to those young masters in Shangjing.

A slap fell on Meng Shumiao's face.

"Mom, why did you hit me?"

Meng Shumiao came back to her senses, covered her face, and looked at Wu in disbelief.

"Zhuang is not talented. He is indeed not as good as the young masters from the aristocratic families in Beijing."

"I won't accompany you!"

It turned out that Meng Shumiao spoke out what was in her heart while she was unconscious.

Looking at Zhuang Yun who was throwing away his sleeves, Wu said coldly, "If you don't succeed enough, you will fail more than you can."

Meng Shumiao touched her rapidly red and swollen face, tears welling up in her eyes.

An unknown fire gradually burned in my heart.

Why can my brother have a drink today, watch flowers tomorrow, gamble and whore the day after?

But she has to be like a tool, married to a military commander today and a civil servant tomorrow.

"What is a daughter in a mother's mind? A tool for marriage?"

After Meng Shumiao shouted these words, she squatted in front of the Gongyuan gate with her knees in her arms and cried non-stop, her shoulders twitching.

My mother is also a woman, why do I treat her like this?