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After Feng Zheng was thrown into the dungeon by Lu Meng, the news reached the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the whole of the Prime Minister's Mansion was in chaos.

"You? Brother, is he stupid? How could he do such a thing!" Mother Feng wiped her tears with a handkerchief, crying one sentence at a time.

"He clearly wants to make up for Shu Shen!" Sitting in front of the hall, Feng Huansen sat in front of the hall, his brows were mixed with anger, his face was cold, and he scolded: "This rebellious son does not care about the consequences when he does things, so he is not afraid of the emperor's anger. Killed his nine clans?"

Feng Xiwan was at a loss. After appeasing her mother, she knelt down in front of her father, tugged at his sleeve and said, "No matter what happens to father, you... have to save second brother!"

Feng Huansen clenched his fists, panting heavily between his nostrils.He has been cautious all his life, step by step, okay? It was not easy for him to gain a foothold in the officialdom, barely keep his family rich and secure, and have enough food and clothing.Unexpectedly, when it's coming, when it's coming, my son will lead an army instead.

It is expected that those political opponents who have long been eyeing him on weekdays will use this excuse later to hand over the papers of impeachment to the emperor's desk one after another.

That's it? It's a group of wolves who come here smelling fishy smells and flock to them. They usually want to criticize everything. How could they let go? This opportunity.

If this matter is not handled well? The loss of a son is considered light, but if it is serious, the whole of his prime minister's mansion will have to follow the tree and scatter.

He stood up from the chair in a heavy voice, and called his servants to say: "Bring me my official robe, I'm going to the palace to see how the emperor will deal with Shouzhuo."

Turning his head to Feng Xiwan again, he said categorically: "You? Go to your second brother's study right now and burn all the manuscripts and letters that he usually communicates with others.

Later, the emperor will definitely send officials from the Metropolitan Procuratorate to investigate you? Second brother, don't let them find anything! "

He is too familiar with the set of tricks in the officialdom. If he wants to break someone down, he may use any low-level means.

Even if the person who made the mistake is innocent, there are still many investigating officials who deliberately create troubles and plant false charges on their heads.

Before leaving, he did not forget to tell his daughter: "And don't let your second sister-in-law know about this beforehand, lest she be frightened and hurt herself and the baby in her womb."

Feng Xiwan recalled what his second brother said to herself that day, and she just nodded in a daze.

Just right? Today her second sister-in-law went out to return to her mother's house. She's not at home, so she probably didn't know? Something happened to her second brother.

Before Feng Huansen finished speaking, Su Wenning happened to walk in from the outside with his stomach full, and asked with a pale face, "What's wrong with Shouzhuo?"

Feng Huansen didn't care to appease his family members one by one, hurried out of the mansion, and headed towards the palace in a sedan chair. All the way, he was thinking about how to deal with this matter.

Had I known? Today, he shouldn’t have had a soft heart to let Shu Dianhe enter the officialdom...

He clenched his fists tightly on his thighs, his chest heaved violently, turned his head and quickly calmed down.

The matter has come to this point, it is useless to regret, it is still time to think about how to intercede for Shouzhuo.

After arriving at the palace, he, who was originally qualified to enter by driving, gave up driving and walked to the front of the Taiyu Palace on foot.

He took off his official hat with trembling arms, then lifted his robe and knelt down in front of the Taiyu Hall, placed the official hat squarely by his side, kowtowed and shouted: "The old minister is guilty!"

The servants in the hall heard the movement and quickly reported the matter to Lu Meng.

Lu Meng, who was writing Zhu Zhu's comments with his imperial pen, let out a cold snort, and said with a serious smile, "Let him wait outside."

Although the weather has warmed up, it is still a little chilly.The wind blowing through the corridor in front of the Taiyu Palace, the official robe Feng Huansen was wearing was not thick, allowing the cold wind to easily penetrate into the cracks of his clothes to take away the warmth.

In addition, after walking all the way, he already sweated a lot on his body. After kneeling on the ground for a while, the hot sweat turned into cold sweat, and the inner lining pressed against his body, and the coolness seeped into his body.

In the past, the emperor would never leave him here like this. Feng Huansen knelt for a while, but he didn't see any response from the palace. .

When Lu Meng came out, he saw Feng Huansen kneeling in front of the main hall in embarrassment, his official hat was put aside, his beard and hair were messed up, how could he look like a former prime minister.

He walked up to Feng Huansen with his hands behind his back, bent down to look at him, and asked knowingly, "Why is the Prime Minister kneeling here?"

Feng Huansen's shoulders trembled when he heard the sound, and he immediately raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, he knocked on his head again and shouted: "The old minister is guilty!"

Lu Meng pretended not to understand, and asked: "Prime Minister, he has dedicated himself to the country, devoted himself to the country, worked hard and made great achievements, what is the crime?"

Feng Huansen choked heavily, his lips that were blown dry by the wind moved, and said: "The old minister is not strict in teaching his son, so that the second son Feng Zheng made a big mistake. The old minister should take the father's place on behalf of the son, and ask the emperor to forgive him."

Lu Meng straightened his waist, as if he suddenly realized, "I can't afford it..." Feng Huansen gritted his teeth and said.

"Hey, Feng Qing, you? Why bother? You? I have been friends with my monarch and minister for half my life, you? Don't know? I, how can I not know? You?

Feng Zheng is Feng Zheng, you? Are you?You? You spent your whole life working hard for the country. I see this in my eyes and keep it in my heart.

Without you, how can I have a moment of rest if I worry so much about mundane affairs every day? "

Lu Meng patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry, Feng Zheng made a mistake, he did it himself, and I will never implicate you and your family.

Feng Xiang is my humerus arm, and I still rely on Feng Xiang to govern the world, Feng Xiang can rest assured. "

Feng Huansen's face changed, the emperor meant to let him give up Feng Zheng, his son...

"This is absolutely impossible, Your Majesty!" He exchanged tears immediately, walked to Lu Meng's feet, and said with a choked voice: "Your Majesty, I have no way to teach my son, so I deserve to die and apologize. The old minister also knows about Feng Zheng's mistakes. The law of the country is difficult to tolerate, and veterans dare not favoritism.

Just the beloved son of parents, like the flesh of the heart.Adding a knife and ax to a rebellious son is tantamount to gouging out the heart of an old minister.

The old minister is old and dying, and there is no time left. He can't bear the white-haired people to send the black-haired people away.

Please the emperor sympathize with the heart of the minister, pity the old minister, be lenient, and spare the life of the old minister's dog. "

"The old minister is willing to take off his crown and gown, and a hundred sticks to atone for his son!"

Lu Meng is enough to give him face. Seeing him good? If he doesn't accept it, his heart will inevitably rise in anger. He put his palm on Feng Huansen's shoulder without using any force, but Feng Huansen had to bow like a heavy pressure was exerted on his shoulder. leaned down.

Lu Meng withdrew his hand, and said calmly: "What is the meaning of Feng Xiang? A dignified state minister, you should lose your dignity in front of you, you shouldn't."

He looked contemptuously at Feng Huansen, and then said: "You also said that Feng Zhengguo's law is hard to tolerate. You dare not show favoritism, so why are you begging for mercy?"

Feng Huansen's attitude of not allowing intercession was clearly displayed in front of Feng Huansen, making Feng Huansen feel as if he fell to the bottom of the valley all of a sudden, the blood on his face disappeared, his beard and hair instantly withered, and he was unable to speak a word.

The moon star is thin, and the black dragonfly flies south.

The servant on duty in Marquis Wuding's mansion held a yellow lantern and inspected the mansion up and down, making sure that the gates and gates were closed and that the thief would not be given any chance before returning to his duty room to rest in peace. .

Guarding the master? The maid outside the bedroom, ready for the princess to order at any time, leaning her head on the doorpost, dozing off for a while, with a night lamp beside her like a bean, and the flames in the lampshade, the whole Hou Mansion is immersed in a comfortable atmosphere. In sleep, including its male master?

In the darkness of the bedroom, Princess Huaiyang naturally turned over, turned her back on her husband, and then opened her extremely sober eyes.

"What's your name?" she asked herself.

At that time she was standing in front of her as an extremely immature little girl. Although she was already in her prime and her appearance was probably mature, she was still far behind the mature and dignified her.

It was also the first time she spoke face-to-face with her, so she was a little panicked, and her mind froze for a long time before she realized that she wanted to answer, so she hurriedly replied in a non-fluent way: "My lady...my lady... ...surnamed Lu Mingqian."

"Lu Qian?" She smiled at herself, and read: "Tao Zhiyao, its Ye Qianqian. Lu Qian, is a good name."

Since the own name she read out of her mouth seemed to be gentle a hundred times, like the autumn water flowing slowly under the moonlight, she had never felt that her name was so beautiful.

"You? Are you? General Lu's younger sister? I often hear General Lu mention you before His Majesty."

Her cheeks burned inexplicably, she lowered her head, not daring to look directly into her eyes, her heart was pounding in her chest.

I don't know whether she is so easy-going to everyone, or only to herself.

Since that side, she originally thought that she still had many opportunities to walk to her side step by step.

As long as she can see her every day and hear her voice, even if she becomes Emperor Qi's concubine, she can force herself...

Who knew? Didn’t know? Until that year? Her brother rebelled, the palace was full of fire, the sky was full of smoke, and the palaces collapsed. She died together with Emperor Qi. , and she did not know that she admired her sake.

She supported her ears and waited for a while, only to hear the steady and long breathing of her husband behind her, who must have fallen asleep.

Carefully moving away his arms wrapped around her quilt, she got up anxiously, until she left the bed, her husband was still sleeping deeply.

She turned her head and took a deep look at her husband. Even though there was no affection between the two when they first got married, she was forced to marry him because of her brother's order.

But the husband and wife have been together for more than ten years, and they have more or less a family relationship.

He has always loved and respected himself, but because his heart is dead, it is always difficult to have any concern for him other than family affection. He originally apologized to him, but now he has to do It will only make me feel sorry for her even more...

She flashed a moment of hesitation, which was quickly extinguished in her mind.

Is she good? Not easy to survive the child, she? Can't just sit and watch.

This should also be her brother's debt to the royal family of Qi Dynasty...

The author has something to say: it feels like Yan Song and Jiajing. In the face of absolute imperial power, the prime minister is just a pawn that can be manipulated casually.

Guess what the eldest princess will do?