Chapter 59 Unbearable Weight

Shen Sirong has made up her mind today and won't say anything else. She stood indifferently and looked at Yuyu in her hand and said, "When you first came to look for me, you said that your husband had an old secret. This secret is related to Empress Hui'an and Shufei. Now, can you rest assured to tell me about this?

Blessed Shen Sirong, but Ye Su did not answer.

Speaking of which, Taishicheng is not a heavy courtier, but what his husband Meng Yuan holds in his hand is a suicide note from his father.

"Can't I still let you believe it?" Shen Sirong's voice was calm, and there was no trace of panic. She was waiting for the person with enough weight to come out by herself.

Ye Su shook her head: "The emperor and the noble concubine have convinced our husband and wife after the last southern tour, but this is all the lives of the outsider's son. The minister and concubine believes in the empress, but she must need the outsider to hand over things."

The belief was just a perfunctory word, and Shen Sirong raised his hand and pressed it on his eyebrows. It seems that they are still on guard.

"Guess how many people will follow me when I come today?" With this, Ye Su was stunned. She really didn't think about this problem. If Shen Sirong was followed behind, the husband and wife would no longer be safe.

Ye Su's expression changed greatly, which was very different from the calm just now. Ye Su knelt down, and there were faint tears in her eyes: "Please protect me."

"Are you willing to make this deal with me at this moment?" Shen Sirong looked at the woman who cherished each other. The threat just now was really not his intention, but she didn't have much time...

Ye Su still has this sentence: it depends on Meng Yuan.

"Okay, then let your husband give me a reply. I will bring up the transaction, and naturally I will pay the reward." Shen Sirong weighed a few points and knew that there was a 70% to 80% chance of winning, and the gloomy above indifference dissipated a few points.

"I don't want any remuneration." Ye Su said quickly,

Shen Sirong's eyes met, but Ye Su slipped to her mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Don't panic. It's not too late to listen to me what the reward is." Looking at Ye Su's worried appearance for her husband, Shen Sirong's heart was like a blunt knife, and the shallow pain spread. I don't know when she can have this identity with him.

Shen Sirong touched his waist and abdomen and stood for a longer time. His waist was a little sore. He slowly sat on the round stool beside him. Shen Sirong showed an unconcealed sadness.

Knowing that Shen Sirong was pregnant with dragon descendants, Ye Su hurriedly squatted beside Shen Sirong and held it lightly on her waist.

"Thank you."

The soreness on her waist disappeared, and Shen Sirong thanked Ye Su. The sadness in her eyes was too late to recover, which made Ye Su panic. Ye Su's eyes turned faintly: "Mother, what is the reward just mentioned?"

There are many secrets in the palace. Although Ye Su is worried about Shen Sirong, he will not ask, but Shen Sirong's appearance is really worrying. Only then did Ye Su want to talk about the unfinished topic just now, and also distracted Shen Sirong.

"Why do you come to this palace and don't go directly to the emperor?" Without showing the reward he wanted to pay, Shen Sirong asked a question that had been in his heart for a long time.

Ye Su's expression remained unchanged, and his eyebrows folded with a faint arc: "My husband once said that after all, the emperor is the emperor. Even if there is hatred in him, he can't ignore the court. The investigation is just forcing them to be unfavorable to the emperor. And through the Empress..." Ye Su said this and couldn't help biting her lower lip, and a little hesitation in her eyes disturbed Shen Sirong's heart.

"Through this palace, first, this palace originally had a grudge against the people of the Wang family, first to abolish the mother, and then to compete for favor. Second, if it succeeds at this time, the palace has no ambition. Naturally, the matter will be settled. If it is not successful, the palace will have feelings for the emperor and will bear the charge of falselying loyal ministers. Is it?"

I never thought that Shen Sirong would see everything so transparently. Ye Su's heart arose with respect.

"Why..." Why don't you protect yourself and stay away from disputes?

Knowing what Ye Su wanted to ask, Shen Sirong smiled and then pointed to the table and said, "I promised that your remuneration is that your Ye family and his Meng family are safe, but I'm afraid you can't bear the name of meritorious officials, but Meng Yuan's father (former Tai Shicheng) can afford it. At that time, as long as everything is pushed to the former Taishicheng, his reputation will naturally be his, and if someone pursues revenge, it will not be your turn.

Ye Su carefully recalled what Shen Sirong said in her heart, and her eyes disappeared with the high and low of the voice. Between his eyes, he must have kowtowed three times.

"I thanked the noble concubine for my father-in-law, husband and Ye Meng."

Shen Sirong floated and pondered for a moment, "You are now going to hide what you have at hand with your husband. At that time, I will want a complete evidence."

At present, I have not solved the mystery of Fengming Palace. That person must be an important person around Queen Hui'an, otherwise he will not know the secret road between Fengming Palace and Lanyue Hall.

Only when everything is foolproof can the Wang family be destroyed in one fell swoop with the things in Meng Yuan's hands.

After talking for about two hours, Ye Su prepared the meal, but Shen Sirong politely refused. She put on a veil and left Taishicheng's mansion with her eyes down.

The carriage gurgled, raised the corner of the curtain, and looked at the word Shen Fu. Shen Sirong's heart was heavy. The bodyguard in front of the door was arranged by Qin Zheng. Thinking of the man with two sleeves, Shen Sirong was grateful.

Shen Shiyan should have been detained in heaven for trial according to the law, but Qin Zheng only detained Shen Shiyan in the mansion on the grounds that the evidence was unknown, and outsiders were not allowed to visit him.

Without waiting to get out of the car, he took out something from his arms and threw it to the bodyguard guard in front of the door. As soon as the guard saw the thing, he ordered the guards to turn around one after another.

Un until Shen Sirong stepped into Shen's house, no one turned to look.

When the red paint door closed, Shen Sirong asked Han Ye, "Where are these guards?"

"They are all guards in the Privy Council." A rough night. His eyes were unusually restrained. Shen Sirong looked at his gently moving ear bones and knew that he could not disturb now, so he stopped talking.

After passing the inner courtyard, Shen Sirong saw the slightly open door of the study. On the cold night, she nodded slightly, and Shen Sirong did not walk into the study alone.

"Squeak...la..." With a clear sound, Shen Sirong opened the door of the semi-open study, and then closed it with his backhand. There was a strong smell of ink in the room.

There is a figure lying in front of the desk. The original wide shoulders are a little thin, and the flying hair is also a little gray. Somehow, Shen Sirong can't hold any hatred at this moment.

The figure heard the footsteps, and his stiff body slowly moved, and his eyes were a little yellow and turbid. The moment I saw her, there was a bright light in her yellow eyes.

"Qingqing..."

screaming in surprise, Shen Shiyan looked at the person who entered the backlight, his fingers trembled, and his whole body was embedded in front of the desk like a shock.

Hearing his mother's name, Shen Sirong's heart was shocked, and the softness of his chest faded, but he couldn't bear to break the illusion of the person in front of him.

Seeing that people did not deny it, Shen Shiyan's pupils couldn't help shrinking, as if in order to confirm what he thought, he stood up with his stiff legs and slowly approached Shen Sirong step by step.

"Qingqing..." Shen Shiyan called again, and his voice obviously became choked. Those old hands gradually approached Shen Sirong.

When he was about to be touched, Shen Sirong turned around and a cold voice overflowed in his throat: "I'm not Ruan Qingqing."

If struck by lightning, Shen Shiyan was shocked and rubbed his eyes heavily. The woman in front of him was dressed in casual clothes, but she could not hide the beauty and temperament of that day. Compared with Ruan Qingqing, she was more cold and arrogant.

"Old minister, I met the noble concubine."

Shen Sirong did not shy away from it and received the worship of Shen Shiyan.

"Do you really have my mother in your heart?" Shen Sirong asked, looking directly at Shen Shiyan, not allowing him to escape or falsehood.

Shen Shiyan's lips were white and his beard was close to his chin. It seemed that he had not paid attention to him for some time. He nodded heavily to Shen Sirong.

With a sore eyes, Shen Sirong forced himself to continue to ask, "Then tell me, if you knew that the court you longed for would make you fall to today, would you still choose the original path?"

Before his head was nodded, Shen Shiyan sighed heavily. He sat down and fell on the wooden chair behind him: "In this life, my greatest wish is to worship this country and the people by myself."

The flaming ambition made her feel sad for her mother.

"I don't know if my mother will blame you, but I hate you." This was the first time that Shen Sirong said his hatred for Shen Shiyan. Shen Shiyan lowered his eyes and stopped looking at her.

The forbearable tears are outlined on the ravines of the cheeks, crisscrossed.

"Your Majesty asked me to bring this to you." Shen Sirong took out the jade pendant from his arms and withdrew it from his skirt after Shen Shiyan saw it clearly. Originally, she had been guessing what this jade pendant was, but Shen Shiyan was not strange, and she didn't understand what was selling.

Everything should be done on this trip. The atmosphere in the study was very suffocating. His chest was tightly grasped, and there was a burst of uneasiness in his stomach. Shen Sirong no longer stayed and bowed down to worship his father and daughter. Seeing this, Shen Shiyan clenched his hands tightly, and his fingertips pinched deep marks in the palm of his hand.

"What are you doing here?"

Shen Sirong just turned around, and the door of the study was opened again. Shen Siyi, dressed in colorful clothes, came in. Shen Siyi asked without thinking. Seeing that Shen Sirong frowned, he retreated humbly.

"Take good care of Dad." When he met, Shen Sirong always said something. He took another look at the colorful clothes on Shen Siyi's body. When he was wrong, he sneered and said, "The Shen family is in trouble. I'm afraid you should dress carefully."

"You..." Since Shen Sirong killed his mother Wang last time, Shen Siyi has remembered all her misfortunes on Shen Sirong. Now she even has to comment on her clothes. Shen Siyi does not follow her, and at least this is also her home. But Shen Shiyan's cold eyes from behind forced Shen Siyi to restrain. She still remembers what the emperor said at the beginning: next time, send the barracks.

Biting her lower lip, Shen Siyi smiled hypocritically: "Dad has me to take care of, sister, but please don't worry. On the contrary, my sister must protect the emperor in her belly.