Chapter 442: Xiao Yi's phoenix eyes are red blood

The carriage with delicate lanterns hung on the four corners slowly stopped outside the palace gate.
The lotus leaf rolled up the curtains.
In the spring rain, outside the gate of the towering Vermilion Palace, those who failed the list really knelt on the ground.
They had their backs straight, and under the leadership of the leading scholar, they shouted hoarsely:
"A thorough investigation of Chunwei, a thorough investigation of Xiao Yi, and reclaim the military power!"
The Yulin Army stared at him not far and close, and because of the identity of the other side's scholar, he didn't dare to be rough at all.
He Ye has never seen such a big battle. He is rare and angry: "It is said that scholars are exquisite, but these people indiscriminately sue the son of the world, it is really disgusting! Our son of the world is innocent, so we will not cheat in the court! "
Nan Baoyi calmly drank tea.
The Maojianer this spring is very fragrant.
He Ye said rarely: "Someone came over there. Look at the official robe, it looks like Taifu Jiang."
She is no more knowledgeable than aftertaste and tasting. Since coming to Shengjing, she feels like a bun, and the gap between her and the young lady is getting bigger and bigger.
So she begged Yuwei to teach her to recognize court clothes, teach her the etiquette of the capital, and tell her about the relative relationship between the powerful and powerful in the capital.
Today Nan Baoyi took her into the palace, also to let her see the world.
Nan Baoyi looked over.
The visitor was praised by the stars of the officials. He had a big belly and Zhou Zheng was elegant. It was indeed Jiang Taifu.
He untied his robes and put them on the shoulders of a scholar himself.
He stroked his beard, and said with emotion: "Everyone here is my South Vietnamese pillar. You can't kneel in the rain. If you hurt your body, the old man feels very distressed!"
Taishi Lingshu Changyong praised: "The Taifu's compassion for the sons is really the blessing of my South Vietnam. When the next official records the history of this dynasty, he will definitely give the Taifu a dress to the sons at the gate of the palace and record it in the annals of history. "
The elders raised their pale faces and expressed their gratitude to Mrs. Jiang.
The leading scholar said sincerely: "Master Jiang, we are here to ask the emperor to thoroughly investigate the affairs of Chunwei. Please give us a message to the holy, Xiao Yi will not be removed, and the society is uneasy!"
Taifu Jiang's old face is solemn, "This matter is of great importance, and the old man will tell the emperor."
Those scholars couldn't help trusting this approachable old lady even more.
Lotus leaf held the umbrella, and Funan Baoyi stepped out of the carriage.
Nan Baoyi smiled and bowed to Mrs. Jiang, "Master Jiang."
Her voice was as clear as spring water, making Taifu Jiang's mind trembling.
He looked.
The prestigious Princess Baoyi, looking up close, is more beautiful and charming than the rumors.
He stroked his beard and smiled: "Why is the princess here?"
"Into the palace to visit my sister." Nan Baoyi moved out of Nan Yan as a shield without hesitation, and said to He Ye, "Where is the funeral clothing I brought?"
The lotus leaf made a crisp sound: "The carriage has been brought here. Ingots!"
Yuan Bao jumped from the carriage behind, smiling and leading the servants, took out the exquisite clothes from the carriage and distributed them to the hundreds of scholars who were kneeling outside the palace.
In addition to Yin Yi, Nan Baoyi also prepared hot soup for every scholar.
Hundreds of scholars, holding the hot soup, stared at the girl under the umbrella.
The drizzle is clear and moist.
The little princess from Shu County has a tender and delicate face, and Danfeng's eyes are very gentle.
The light breeze is blowing her embroidered hibiscus flower skirt, she is more agile and delicate than this imperial city.
She warmly said, "My brother is also a scholar, but unfortunately he was framed by the culprits. He didn't even have the opportunity to participate in the Chunwei Fair. I also felt that this trial was very unfair, so I took the opportunity of seeing my sister to report the injustice to the emperor. I will state your grievances on your behalf."
After speaking, he bowed a little, turned and walked towards the palace gate.
Lotus leaf held an umbrella for her and couldn't help turning her head back quietly.
Those scholars whispered to each other, their whispers were full of surprise.
Obviously, they didn't expect the fiancee of Prince Jing Shizi to stand up for them.
Taifu Jiang's face is very ugly.
Nan Baoyi's every move represents Xiao Yi.
She had brought so many clothes and hot soup for these people. She took care of everyone, but he just put on a clothes for one person just now, it seemed that he was very unsuitable.
He stroked his beard and said with emotion: "As expected, he is the richest man in Shu County. It is a big deal to be able to take out so many clothes and kettles in one go. Unlike my Jiang family, who has been breezy for so many years, even the cuffs are patched."
As he spoke, he deliberately exposed the patched sleeves of the robe.
Shu Chang couldn't help but give his thumbs up and admired: "My adults can't bear to throw away their old clothes. It's really brilliant, and it's a model for my generation!"
This flattering made Mrs. Jiang more comfortable.
He smiled and waved his hand modestly.
In front of the palace gate.
Gu Chongshan just came here on horseback.
The rain splashed from the horses' hoof wet the hem of Nan Baoyi's skirt, and the lotus leaf hurriedly frowned to protect her, staring at the uncertain nine-thousand-year-old with fear.
Nan Baoyi looked up at him.
I haven't seen him for a month, and his injury has recovered.
He was expressionless, "Into the palace?"
Nan Baoyi nodded, "I haven't seen my sister for many days, I miss it very much."
Gu Chongshan looked at the kneeling group of people in the distance, and laughed: "For the Chunwei meeting, the palace has already turned upside down. Choose this hour to enter the palace, Nanjia girl, do you think this The governor will believe your nonsense?"
But believe it or not, Nan Yan's maid has already greeted the palace gate.
She gave a blessing and showed the token to the Imperial Forest Army. "The emperor cherishes her and allows her to invite the princess sister into the palace. The sisters will reunite."
Nan Baoyi's eyes moved slightly.
Nan Yan is a good method. After only a few months of entering the palace, he has climbed to the position of third-grade full capacity.
The palace maid said respectfully to her again: "The princess comes with the slave and maidservant, and fullness is already waiting for you."
The palace lanes are long.
Nan Baoyi walked slowly, listening to the sound of horseshoes coming from behind.
Gu Chongshan followed her, not far nor close, she could even detect the gloomy gaze of the other party and focused on her all the time.
The vermilion palace walls and the bright yellow glazed tiles were all eclipsed in the rain curtain.
She remembered this palace alley, which was the palace alley that Gu Chongshan dragged her through like a dead dog after he flogged her.
She secretly squeezed the handkerchief and walked faster subconsciously.
Gu Chongshan had a panoramic view of her subtle movements.
In my mind, some not so wonderful memories passed.
Someone seems to be crying for pain.
The girl was whipped and her palace skirt shattered, revealing the flesh that was turned over.
The blood wet her temples, sticking to her cheeks sticky and greasy, very ugly.
He pinched her arm without mercy and dragged her through this palace alley.
It was the time when Baiguan entered the palace to worship.
Wearing a meticulous official gown, Xiao Yi passed them blankly.
He saw Xiao Yi's hands hanging on his cuffs, and his veins violently.
He saw Xiao Yi's phoenix eyes glow with red blood, with an expression of extreme tolerance.
And he stood at the end of the palace road, watching Xiao Yi's back disappear from his field of vision, and felt the hearty happiness in order to grasp his dead spot.