Chapter 44 It's hard to go back and forth

There is only the embroidered pillow on the bed. The cloth looks ordinary, but it is also from internal affairs.

Shen Sirong picked up the pillow, and something in his heart was about to break out of the ground. Then she looked at the pins on the pillow with a faint light. The pins were very thin and neat, and the color of the embroidery thread was very bright, and the thread did not have any burrs. It was obviously a newly embroidered thing, and she also knew the embroidery thread, which she gave the cold palace.

Calculation time is not long before she left the palace and accompanied the emperor on a tour of the south.

Shen Sirong took off a hairpin on his head, scratched the embroidery thread with sharp corners, and gradually removed the embroidery thread finely. The inside was just ordinary fallen leaves, which were nothing strange. Shen Sirong reached into his hand and touched a soft place in the dry leaves. At this moment, Shen Sirong poured out all the inside of the pillow and jumped on the plum-colored bed silk.

The softness he had just touched was in it. The white mark was very dazzling. Shen Sirong picked up the white silk and slowly unfolded it. On top was the outline of a man. It is carefully drawn with non-fading ink, and there is a small word next to it, which is written by Xun.

Is this the man's name?

Although the man in the painting is unclear, he is also far from the people Hongmei sees. This alone is enough to clear Wan Ying's crime of for proscation. However, isn't it moral to hide a portrait of a man?

At this moment, Shen Sirong was a little confused. She came to find this thing. What can she do to help Wan Ying...

Or, this matter can avoid the eyes and ears of the people in the palace.

Shen Sirong hid the portrait, and then returned to Yongqing Palace to change his clothes and went to Shangyang Palace in a soft sedan chair.

At this time, the sky will be dark, and the wind blowing is chaotic. The soft sedan chair is constantly injecting cold. Shen Sirong's eyes are closed, but his chest can't help churning. Anyway, she is not completely sure about Xiao Yuanqi's thoughts.

In Shangyang Palace, Xiao Yuanqi's Huang Ling played the chapter in his hand, and his eyes gradually softened. He walked down the steps in front of the imperial court, and the left and right waiters quietly retreated long ago.

"It's a little cold today. Why do you wear so little?" Dressed in moon-white clothes and a red golden phoenix ribbon around his waist, Shen Sirong entered the hall with cold air. Xiao Yuanqi touched the cold hand, which was a burst of blame.

"I have an emergency report, and I would like to ask the emperor to call the bodyguard of the forbidden army." Shen Sirong smiled indifferently, and his eyelashes were sounding.

Xiao Yuanqi knew that this was a panic in her heart and no longer asked, but asked Wang Guangrong outside the door to preach the decree.

"Yes, Eunuch Guo has always been thinking about you. There is no suitable internal prison around you. Why don't you let Eunuch Guo's apprentice go to your Yongqing Palace? It's always our own people."

Xiao Yuanqi stared at Shen Sirong's reaction. After saying the last sentence, she was slightly moved and then nodded and agreed.

"Your Majesty, my concubine..."

Shen Sirong couldn't grasp Xiao Yuanqi's reaction. Tan opened his mouth, but the spiritual platform was no longer clear.

"I." Xiao Yuanqi looked at Shen Sirong angrily and said.

Shen Sirong realized that what he said that day was serious... There seemed to be countless lengths in her heart that drowned her.

leaning against Xiao Yuanqi, he only felt that the fragrant fragrance of dragon under his nose was the most reassuring world.

"Your Majesty, Zhang Chu, the commander of the forbidden army, came to respond to the order." The sound outside the hall came, and Shen Sirong left behind the screen that had already been prepared.

"Xuan."

Xiao Yuanqi was also in the imperial case, and the division came from the inside.

"See the emperor and the noble concubine." Wang Guangrong must have told him on the way here.

"Get up and reply." Xiao Yuanqi glanced at the salam, and Shen Sirong, after the salam, just said, "Mr. Zhang, there is something I want to ask, and I hope you can tell the truth."

Zhang Chu bowed his hand to the mackerel screen, with a solemn voice: "The noble concubine, please feel free to ask."

"Okay, there are two pictures here in this palace. Dare to ask Commander Zhang, which one is the bold man in the forbidden army." Shen Sirong's voice was lazy and vaguely sharp.

The servant took out two things in Shen Sirong's hand. On the one hand was the rice paper painted by Shen Sirong today, and on the other hand, it was the white silk found in the Ying Beauty Palace.

Zhang Chu took a slight look and answered affirmatively, "Go back to the noble concubine, the person on this rice paper is that person."

In front of the emperor, Zhang Chu omitted the words "forth with beauty" and roughly said "that man".

Shen Sirong smiled behind the screen: "It's Mr. Zhang."

After Xiao Yuanqi retreated from Zhang Chu, he ordered someone to remove the screen. Shen Sirong looked at him with a thoughtful face and his eyes in a complicated mind. Last time, it was Xiao Yuanqi who dismissed Shen Siyi in the name of foreering. Nowadays, another person has harmed Wan Ying in the name of foremy.

The positions are different, but the means are similar. The most taboo reputation in this palace is destined to burden everyone for a lifetime.

"What's wrong with you? The face is so ugly." Xiao Yuanqi's eyebrows are uneven.

"I'm just thinking whether it was too heavy to treat Shen Siyi at the beginning." Shen Sirong opened his mouth quietly, with a look of compassion on his face. Xiao Yuanqi smiled and comforted, "Shen Siyi's mind is not right, and I don't want to deal with her, but she is different from you. I can't let go of anything. You are just too soft-hearted. You always just want to prevent others and not harm others. If you don't want to do it, I will do it. Now you have put yourself aside..."

Shen Sirong understood what he said, smiled and didn't think much about it.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that what I said next will make the emperor unhappy. Please calm down." Shen Sirong didn't want to mention Shen Siyi anymore. She stared at Xiao Yuanqi until he hummed and agreed. Fang continued to say, "The person recognized by Commander Zhang is not in the heart of Ying Beauty."

Shen Sirong considered his words and carefully observed Xiao Yuanqi's expression.

"Go on." Xiao Yuanqi only felt dull in his chest, not because of the beauty, but because such a thing happened in the palace, which really hurt the royal face.

Shen Sirong got up from the round stool and slowly walked to the front of the imperial court. She stood beside Xiao Yuanqi and softened her voice: "The person on the white silk is the heart of Yingmei."

"Real?" Xiao Yuanqi made a sound, and his face seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were burning, which made Shen Sirong's cheeks stiff.

"The emperor is angry. One of these two paintings was described by Hong Yingmei's maidservant and painted by her concubine. And Commander Zhang has also been identified. He is indeed the bodyguard of the defendant's affair, but isn't it surprising that the person in Yingmei's heart is not him? Yingmei, she..."

Shen Sirong stopped in a silent voice. Xiao Yuanqi eased the anger in his abdomen, and then said in a hoarse voice, "You don't have to avoid it. Just say it."

Although Xiao Yuanqi gave such a guarantee, Shen Sirong did not dare to say it bluntly, but only said, "Beauty Ying has always been in poor health, and she can't even sleep in bed, let alone have an affair with a bodyguard. And Yingmei retreated to the Cold Hall, and there was no bodyguard near the cold palace? This is clearly a false accusation.

Xiao Yuanqi's slender fingers rubbed along the edge of the table: "This is the situation when there is no owner in the harem..."

"This is exactly what my concubine can't decide. Yingmei was clearly framed, but no one can refute it. Taking out this white silk as proof is just a different way to show her guilt."

Shen Sirong sighed gently, and Xiao Yuanqi's face was even more gloomy.

"In your opinion, what about getting this bodyguard back?" What Xiao Yuanqi can worry about now is the royal face.

Shen Sirong shook his head: "I'm afraid it's difficult. The bodyguard can never be alive now." The wax man condensed from fragrant wax in the hall slowly scratched a tear, and the gold brick floor also burst into a chill.

At this time, it was like a deadlock again, and there was finally a turning point.

This turnaround is the person on the white silk.

Shen Sirong in the night dream was awakened by a slight fight. She opened the window neatly, and there were two black and white figures outside. The man in black was a cold night, and the man in white was not masked. When Shen Simong fixed his eyes, it was the person on Wan Ying's silk painting. He smiled at the bronze mirror on his side: "He really came to see you."

"Stop it, both of you." Shen Sirong said softly.

In this quiet night, the leaves drifted in the wind, and the sound of fighting finally stopped. This is the master's move. There is no need for the sharp sound of the sword or the blood-stained rose.

The two people standing quietly are like the ancient immortals, left behind and independent.

"You really have a good temperament and good appearance, and it's not in vain for your sister's infatuation." Shen Sirong crossed the cold night and went straight to the moonlight, smiling coldly at the man in white.

Hearing the words, the man in white looked anxious and did not seem to be fake: "Yinger? Where is Yinger at this time?

Yes, Shen Sirong lived in the Cold Hall tonight. She spread the news of the sudden death of the unfavored beauty in the palace. If this person really loves Wan Ying, how can he not appear? Sure enough, he came.

"She is dead." Shen Sirong all regretted, but the pain in her eyes was not as good as that of the man opposite.

"What did you say?" The sword in the man's hand fell abruptly, and his feet were unstable and he retreated.

Shen Sirong took out the white silk from his arms: "How do you think I can know you? This is the most protective thing for Sister Ying's death. I'm afraid it's because of you that what happened in her heart was peeped by others, so she caused trouble and was even said to have an affair with the bodyguard.

The man's lips in white kept shaking, and he couldn't close when his lips touched.

"So you gave her death?" The eyes of the man in white opened, which was endless pain, making the cold night beside him a little unbearable, and his heart was depressed.

"No, she knew she would die, but she didn't want people to detect your existence, so she swallowed gold and died."

Shen Sirong said his guess. Sure enough, the man in white couldn't stand the pain. He shouted in a low voice, and tears fell in his eyes.

"I want to return her innocence, would you like to?" Shen Sirong handed the white silk to the man in white. She watched him reach out and stroke the word Xun on his head tremblingly, and the whimpering on his lips turned the coldness in the cold hall into a trace of sadness and refreshing the heart.

When he raised his eyes and went back to the house, Shen Sirong took up a sad and sad smile: Wan Ying, there is a man who loves you so much, can you go at ease...