The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

When Qing Fuhou was retorted by Prince Jin, his face turned red and he dared not speak again.

The other ministers also lowered their heads, not daring to meet King Jin's gaze.

They are not stupid. What they are here to do today is that the Queen Mother is forcing the Second Miss Lu to stand on the opposite side of Prince Jin.

After all, it was Miss Lu who offended Zhu Minghao, and it was she who sent him to jail. And it was the Prince of Jin who gave Lord Chen the courage to detain Zhu Minghao and take away his title of Crown Prince.

Now Qing Fuhou wants to get Zhu Minghao out to make things difficult for these two people.

Would King Jin be willing to look upon those who came as witnesses?

Lu Zhaoling stood up straight, reached out and touched Xiaojie's head, "Go find that Qingbao sister to get some snacks, stay away, it will be a bit chaotic here later."

"what?"

Xiaojie was confused.

This is the ancestral temple, how can it be chaotic? Who dares to mess up?

Si Zhen quickly pulled him, "Master Lu, that little monk and my junior brother have gone over there."

"Go ahead." Lu Zhaoling waved his hand.

Sizhen quickly pulled Xiaojiechi and ran towards Qingyin and Qingbao.

When Jie Chi saw Qing Bao really took out a box of snacks, his eyes suddenly lit up and he almost drooled.

Did Donor Lu really bring them some snacks?

"go in."

Lu Zhaoling reached out and grabbed Zhou Shiyue's wrist, pulling him into the hall.

No one dared to look up, but they saw the slender hand holding Prince Jin's wrist.

They all hissed inwardly.

The future Princess of Jin is quite courageous.

But did the King of Jin really let her hold him? How could he act like a spoiled husband, letting Miss Lu take the lead?

Qing Fuhou did not bow his head.

Anyway, he and Lu Zhaoling have really fallen out, and the Queen Mother is behind him, so he is not the weaker party!

Seeing Lu Zhaoling now, Qing Fuhou felt a bit like an enemy meeting and feeling extremely jealous.

But just as he glared at Lu Zhaoling, Prince Jin picked up a small incense burner nearby and threw it at him.

"Boom!"

One of Qing Fuhou's eyes was hit!

He suddenly felt a sharp pain and screamed out.

"what!"

Qing Fuhou covered his eyes.

The accident happened in just a moment.

Those officials who had been lowering their heads to avoid the gaze of Prince Jin were startled and looked at Marquis Qingfu one after another. Their hearts tightened and hardened for a moment.

I could hardly jump.

In just a moment, one of Qing Fuhou's eyes turned red and tears flowed.

He wasn't crying, he was crying because he was hit!

Qing Fuhou was wincing in pain.

Qing Fuhou was so angry that he was shaking.

Qing Fuhou’s head was about to explode.

"Your Highness, Prince Jin!" He gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, "Just because you are a prince, can you be so cruel? I must seek justice in front of the emperor..."

"It's my fault. I just remembered to tell you not to cluck, but forgot to remind you not to look around with those dog eyes. I saw that your dog eyes were murderous and threatened the princess."

Zhou Shiyue spoke slowly, raised one hand in front of him, clenched his fist slowly, and his knuckles cracked with great force, "Just go and file a complaint with the emperor. This prince has not forgotten that Zhu Minghao, that bastard, almost killed my princess. It is this prince's fault for leaving him in jail. When we leave the ancestral temple later, I will have him beheaded with a dog-head guillotine."

"I want to ask my brother, who is more noble, me, the princess, or a bastard from your mansion."

He looked gloomy.

Everyone else was silent, not daring to breathe.

Is he so fierce right away?

After hearing what King Jin said, what else could Zhu Minghao compare?

He is not even the prince of a marquisate, let alone the future Princess of Jin.

Lu Zhaoling looked at Zhou Shiyue.

Oh, the prince is very handsome now, three points!

When he reaches 120, she will consider extending the cooperation period and protect his longevity in the future!

One hundred and twenty?

Her hand slipped from his wrist into his palm, and Zhou Shiyue subconsciously tightened his grip.

He looked at her with a soothing look in his eyes, "Don't be afraid, Er."

Other officials: “…”

afraid?

None of them could see any sign of fear on Miss Lu's face.

Lu Zhaoling smiled at him, leaned closer, and lowered her voice, "How about you call me Sister Ling?"

"I told you not to be afraid, not to be stupid." Zhou Shiyue sneered without thinking, "How much younger than me?"

What a joke, he calls her sister?

Qing Fuhou was so angry that he almost died and came back to life.

His brain was about to be burned to ashes by anger. He finally suppressed the pain and anger in his eyes, but then he saw Prince Jin and Lu Zhaoling were actually gossiping!

He was so angry that his hair almost turned white.

"This is the ancestral temple, in front of the tablet of the retired emperor, Your Majesty, let's not argue and fight for now."

He had to hold back his anger and do the important things first!

King Jin glanced over again, "You are not worthy to argue with me."

Duke Ying was constantly being given glances by others. As he was older and more senior here, he had to stand up.

Otherwise, if they continue like this, when will they be able to escape? No, when will they be able to go home?

"My Lord," Duke Ying took a step forward and looked at Lu Zhaoling again, "Since Marquis Qingfu loves his son so much and wants to ask for some grace from the Emperor, you should give him this opportunity."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "After all, Zhu Minghao was raised by the Queen Mother, so you should give her this respect."

Otherwise, if the Queen Mother really makes a fuss, this matter will not end well.

Zhou Shiyue raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Give face to the Queen Mother? Fine, I'll give her this face. How about seeing if Father's tablet agrees to release that bastard?"

Duke Ying: “…”

Zhu Minghao can't get rid of this title of bastard.

He nodded, "The Emperor has always been kind."

"He has become a tablet now, how can he agree?" Zhou Shiyue asked again.

He squeezed Lu Zhaoling's palm.

With Lu Er around, how could the emperor agree?

What should Lu Er do?

Lu Zhaoling pinched him back.