Chapter 641 (2/2)

Lian Yan took a look at her face, and her eyes suddenly opened. She hurriedly picked it up and presented it to imperial concubine Li.

Concubine Li wanted to scold Xiao Yanjun for being so nervous on her face, but after she saw it, there was a crack in her face.

How is that possible?

How?

These letters were written to the state of Hu more than a year ago and escorted by her most trusted person. They have never been fake. How could they appear in the hands of Kong Changhui?

”Fourth brother, can you tell me whether this letter is written by the empress?” Xiao Zimu raised his eyebrows and scolded him. His eyes were full of ridicule.

The snowflakes outside Yufu Palace are getting bigger and bigger, just like the scene of the third auditorium of Dali temple.

Even what Xiao Zimu said at this time is the same as what Xiao Yanjun asked that day.

Xiao Yanjun still clearly remembers at the moment. At that time, when he looked at the beginning of summer, his heart was happy, his eyebrows were full of smiles, and he kindly asked Xiao Zimu, ”seven younger brothers, tell me if this letter is the handwriting of the little marquis.”

Xiao Yanjun recalled this picture, raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Zimu again. His eyes were full of hate and killing.

If I had known, I should ignore it and kill this seemingly harmless brother first.

”Huh?” Xiao Zimu smiled more and more meaningful when he saw him like this. He smiled on the corners of his lips and challenged Xiao Yanjun: ”fourth brother, is it, or isn't it?”

Xiao Yanjun was asked and completely defeated his mind.

The sky is still covered with snow.

Chang'an people have been replaced by civil and military officials.

He was a questioner and became a questioner.

At this time, he was speechless.

”Isn't it ridiculous for your highness Qi to question the crown prince instead of the palace?” Princess Li got up from her chair and looked down at Xiao Zimu.

Xiao Yanjun is like a drowning man who catches a life-saving straw and looks forward to Princess Li.

”That's to ask your mother, isn't it?” Xiao Zimu held his head high and met her eyes.

”The palace seal can be stolen and the handwriting can be imitated. As the imperial concubine, why should the palace frame old general Zhao? Han Yang is also the territory of the state of Xiao. Why should the palace dig its own grave?” The righteous words said by concubine Li.

In a few words, the letter was changed into a frame of blame.

Her eyes shone sharply at Xiao Zimu: ”this small regular script with hairpin flowers is basically popular with all famous girls. If you stick it on your hands, you will know everything. If you have a mind to frame our palace, you can imitate it over time. The events written in the letter have been more than a year at least. I'm afraid this layout has been set up for our palace long ago.”

Xiao Yanjun's heart was hot when she said it. She suddenly felt that things were not as desperate as he expected.

The small regular script with flower hairpins in the hand of the mother imperial concubine is very common. It is different from the handwritten script in early summer. It is impossible to copy one in ten thousand.

As soon as he read this, his confidence hardened again. Just now, he was scolded by Xiao Zimu and was speechless.

At present, he straightened up again and said to Kong Changhui, ”this is your responsibility of Dali temple. The crown prince ordered you to find out the case, find out the person behind the frame, and return the innocence of the mother imperial concubine.”