Chapter 104

Liao Qiubai's voice was solemn, "Tonight, the Metropolitan Procuratorate has sent people to besiege Ning Anbo's house, and even Qin's house has been implicated. If the case has not been settled, why would they be so anxious to fight? I'm afraid it's dawn, The trial for Fourth Master Jiang is here."

Rong Ting nodded, but his tone was calm, "There are still four hours before dawn."

He got up and left.

His expression cooled down.

If the Qin Mansion was involved, Liao Qiubai's statement that there would be a trial after dawn was not bluffing.

Even if he wanted to find out who was behind the trouble, he had to stop the edict that his father had given a trial prematurely.

With his father's arrogant character, if the edict comes first, even if he misjudged it, it is only for the so-called face, and he may not recognize it.

Thinking of this, he felt troubled. Before leaving the mansion, he went back to the inner courtyard again. Looking at the little girl sleeping peacefully on his bed, he raised his fingers and drew her eyebrows and eyes, and the frowning brows slowly unfolded.

He looked at her for a long time and suddenly came close to her face, raised her hair on the side of her temples, as if biting her ear, and murmured viciously, "You are not allowed to marry someone else."

Satisfied, he stepped out of the courtyard and called Huaiqing.

"If I go now, if I don't come back, if something happens to Ning Anbo's mansion, no matter what method I use, I will take her to Concubine Yun immediately."

...

Jiang Rao slept drowsy, and her dreams were messy. For a while, she dreamed that her father knelt down toward the officers and soldiers who came to raid the house, then dreamed of her uncle, and finally dreamed of a figure in the imperial study in the palace. Kneeling outside, kneeling for a long time, the snow fell one after another, almost burying him.

She couldn't see the man's back, it was blurry, looking at the red palace wall, the sky was dark, the man's clothes were dark red, washed out by the snow.

...

Five watch, outside the imperial study.

Emperor Zhaowu stayed directly in the imperial study yesterday, and went to the kitchen with Li Ren, the eunuch who was serving by Emperor Zhaowu's side, to pass meals in the morning, but stopped when he saw the figure kneeling in the outer courtyard of the imperial study.

The figure was covered in snow, and the snow on the top of his head and shoulders accumulated a thick layer, which was more than the snow on the branches. It seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time.

As the snow fell from the sky, more and more snow fell on his body, and he gradually became a snowman. Looking at the marks under his knees and the snow on the wheelchair beside him, he hadn't moved a single step.

The lonely figure in the snowstorm looks stubborn and pitiful.

Li Ren raised his head and glanced at the dark sky, he frowned.

Eyebrows, he pulled a little eunuch who was on duty and asked, "When did His Highness Ninth come?"

"His Highness Ninth used an emergency order last night to enter the palace in the middle of the night. After that, he kept waiting here, begging to see the Sage. Last night, the Sage couldn't sleep well because of the fourth master of the Jiang family. He woke up and walked into the courtyard. His Royal Highness Ninth was waiting here and said that he was missing, who would have thought that His Highness Ninth would just kneel down...until now."

"He wants to intercede for Jiang Xingzhou?"

"Yes……"

Li Ren's face changed.

It was because of the Fourth Master Jiang that Emperor Zhaowu was bored in the study all night. During the whole day yesterday, Concubine Yun Gui asked several times to see her, but Emperor Zhaowu lost all the indulgence she had in the past, and completely ignored her.

"The Holy One is in a bad mood, why didn't you persuade His Highness Ninth to leave?" Li Ren reprimanded with some displeasure.

The little eunuch was extremely aggrieved, "I have already told His Highness Ninth, but His Highness will not leave."

Li Ren didn't speak anymore, thought about it, and walked towards Rong Ting.

Li Ren stopped in front of Rong Ting, bent down, pressed his throat and said, "This servant has seen His Highness Ninth."

"His Royal Highness, the Sage is determined and no one sees anyone. Yesterday, the concubine came several times, and I didn't even see the shadow of the Sage."

In Emperor Zhaowu's heart, Concubine Yun was more important than his nine sons.

Yun Guifei can't see it, how can he see it?

Li Ren almost didn't put the words "retreat when faced with difficulties" on the bright side.

"If the royal father does not see me, I will always kneel here."

Seeing that Rong Ting didn't seem to hear him, Li Ren frowned, his expression was the same as Liao Qiubai when he knew that Rong Ting was going to intercede for Jiang Siye, and he didn't understand why he rushed to die.

He shook his head, and all his incomprehension turned into a sigh, "You can't see it."

Not only can you not see it, but in exchange, you will touch the bad head of Emperor Zhaowu. When the emperor is angry, these servants will also suffer.

"This case has been settled. If you know the current affairs, go back quickly."

Rong Ting's figure still didn't move, his long eyelashes were covered with snow, and every time he blinked, he looked very heavy, "Please, father-in-law, with a word, if my father asks you, don't say I'm here to do it. The fourth master pleads for mercy and tells me that the painting is not the fourth master's."

Li Ren couldn't understand what he was doing. He stopped interfering, and went straight to the kitchen to pass meals. When he came back, seeing Rong Ting in the same place, he shook his head again.

In the previous martial arts test at the hunting ground, how much admiration I admired for Rong Ting, how disappointed I am today.

rushing to die, what?

It's something a sane person can do.

Li Ren returned to the imperial study, and soon after Emperor Zhaowu got up, he was standing by the window.

He heard the movement of Li Ren's return, and turned around, "Can he change?"

"Yes..." Li Ren replied bravely.

Emperor Zhaowu's face darkened.

Li Ren secretly said that Rong Ting was confused, and said, "The servant has already informed him and told him to go back, but he still wants to wait for His Majesty to see him."

"Continue to tell him that the intercessor will never be seen." Emperor Zhaowu turned his head and stopped looking outside the courtyard, "Such a crime that undermines the majesty of the royal family cannot be forgiven lightly."

Li Ren suddenly remembered what Rong Ting said, and said without any hope: "His Royal Highness said that he did not come to intercede for the Fourth Master Jiang. He said that the painting is not of the Fourth Master."

Emperor Zhaowu suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes.

...

After a while, Rong Ting was called into the imperial study.

Unlike the imperial brothers and brothers who have been noticed by Emperor Zhaowu since childhood, he has only set foot in the imperial study twice in more than ten years.

One time, it was the time when he came back from Yecheng, and the other time was today.

His face was completely frozen by the wind and snow, and his body trembled slightly when he came in. Emperor Zhaowu gave him a look with anger in his heart. Seeing that he was so embarrassed, he couldn't say anything, but there was a rebuke in his eyes, "I have invited a hundred The rest of the people came to examine the words on this painting, and no one questioned the result, but you said no, I would like to hear it, where is this painting fake?"

He also didn't want to deal with Jiang Xingzhou, and punished Jiang Xingzhou, I'm afraid Qin Yun would make trouble with him for a few years.

But if Jiang Xingzhou really colluded with King Jing and allowed such a person to live safely in the world, what was the dignity of the royal family?

"Is that painting at the father's place?" Rong Ting said in a deep voice, "My son would like to take a look."

With a cold face, Emperor Zhaowu knocked on the table, signaling the eunuch to bring the painting up.

Rong Ting looked back at this painting for a long time. Emperor Zhaowu said from the side, "It's not like you say this word alone, it won't be of any use."

Rong Ting shook his head.

He looked down at the painting, originally just wanting to take a look, but gradually frowned.

His fingers pressed the silk cloth of the drawing paper, stroked it slowly, raised it again with a little force, looked at the pulp of his fingers, and his expression moved slightly.

Rong Ting spread his fingers in front of Emperor Zhaowu, "The impeacher said that this painting was more than 20 years ago, and the inscription was indeed only 22 years ago. It's too fresh."

Stand on your fingers without a bit of powder.

With the pulp of his other hand, he pressed the

Butterfly, "It stands to reason that the butterfly and the poem were made by the fourth master when he was drunk, but the ink of the butterfly turned into powder after rubbing it with his hand.

Emperor Zhaowu waved his hand and asked Li Ren to try it too. Li Ren raised his hand in astonishment, "Your Majesty, that's true."

Emperor Zhaowu's face finally shook, "What do you mean..."

"The painting is from the past, but the characters on it were newly written." Rong Ting rolled up the painting and said, "The person who was impeached only because the words 'made after drinking' were in the signature of the painting. It is said that this painting and this poem were written after being drunk, but after Jiang Siye returned to Jinling, it seems that he has never been drunk."

"But if it wasn't for him, who could have written it like this?" Emperor Zhaowu still frowned, "Even if you copy it, you can't find anyone in Jinling that looks so similar to his handwriting. More than ten years ago, today, it would be disrespectful."

"There's something strange." Rong Ting said sincerely, "If the audience is talking about gold and wrongly blames the fourth master, I am afraid that the father and emperor will lose his prestige and the trust of the courtiers. The son will only enter the palace overnight if he is worried about this. "

Emperor Zhaowu paid great attention to face, and he hesitated.

He frowned for a long time and finally said with a headache, "Go check it out. If there is someone who is framed behind your back, I will let Jiang Xingzhou go."

When Li Ren sent Rong Ting out, his attitude became eager again.

Rong Ting frowned slightly.

What he said just now was just a pretext he had prepared.

Emperor Zhaowu liked fame and fame, and he valued face, so he persuaded him on this point.

But never thought that this painting is really strange.

But as others have seen, who can be exactly like Jiang Xingzhou's handwriting, besides Jiang Xingzhou himself, who else can it be exchanged?

...

Jiang Rao was awakened by the coldness on her ankle.

After waking up, her head was heavy, she rolled her eyes and saw the person who was rubbing her ankle beside the couch.

She suddenly sat up with a dry tongue and looked at the black figure beside the bed, her voice soft and weak, "Why are you here?"

She rubbed her eyes and looked outside. She clearly felt that she had slept for a long time, but she didn't expect that the sky outside would be dark, and suddenly her ankles became colder, and she shrank her feet back due to the cold.

The hands that were rubbing her ankles were so cold.

It's not the kind of cold that naturally oozes out of his palms, but the kind of cold that almost freezes his bones after being buried in the snow for a long time.

Rong Ting pressed her wounded ankle with his fingers, and covered it with snow, his voice said softly, "The medical book says that it is best to apply cold compresses to the wounded area. It's better to be earlier."

"What time is it?" Jiang Rao looked at Yaqing in Rong Ting's eyes and asked anxiously, "I occupied your bed, you are in the study, may you sleep well?"

Even after sleeping for a whole day and night, her little face was pale and haggard.

"Of course it's very good." Rong Ting did not continue to pretend to be pitiful.

He raised his eyes and glanced at her, smiled indifferently, and covered up the fact that he hadn't slept all night, "It's only one watch, you can sleep a little longer."

The medicine he fed her could make her sleepy for a day and a night, and after a while, he would continue to feed her another bowl of medicine.

He was reluctant to let her suffer any more, and before the truth came out, it would be better for her to fall asleep peacefully.

Today, he has searched Jinling City and the west of Qinhuai River, and there is no one who can learn the handwriting of the Fourth Master Jiang ten percent, and even no one can make an image.

But it is not impossible.

He is not a man who only walks the bright and righteous path.

If you can't find a faker, at least you have to find a scapegoat.

Jiang Rao's eyes swayed, and through the door blown open by the wind, she caught a glimpse of the snow on the snow outside.

It's only one watch, and the snow outside has become so thick?

Rong Ting got up and closed the door. When he came back, he gave Jiang Rao medicine again.

Her little head drooped, her face a little reluctant. Rong Ting coaxed her and said, "If you drink the medicine, your foot injury will heal faster.

Jiang Rao lowered her eyes, held the bowl obediently, and drank the bowl of medicine.

But after Rong Ting left, he got up from the bed, ran outside the door, pinched his throat, and spit out half of it quietly.

But the few mouthfuls of medicine she swallowed took effect very quickly, and her head began to feel groggy again. She grabbed Xue and pressed it into her neck, and finally became awake.