Chapter 63 Thousand Cups Don't Get Drunk

Although the whole palace is panicked by the death of the crown princess, what Ling Yue wants to figure out most now is why Mei Nianfa looked at the file of the Supervision Institute a few days before the crown princess's death. What's more puzzling is that the hidden poem actually predicted the death of the princess.

As soon as Mei Nianfa left the uterus, she saw Ling Yue and Liu Ye standing in the drizzle, as if they had been standing for a long time. At first, he didn't think that Ling Yue's people were waiting for him, and Mei Nianfa didn't want to have too much relationship with Ling Yue, and then walked in a similar direction to the other side.

"Lord Mei, please stay."

Mei Nianfa turned around and saw Ling Yue walking towards her. Only then did she know that she had been waiting for herself outside the uterus: "Princess, what can I do for you?"

"Lord Mei, can you go to the Qinghe Hall?"

"Return to the princess, Weichen has something important to do, please forgive me."

"In that case, the princess will make a long story short. A few days ago, Lord Mei transferred a file from the file room of the Supervision Institute. I really want to know why Lord Mei transferred the file from 40 years ago.

Mei Nianfa was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time. It was Mei Nianfa's stunned mind that made Ling Yue more convinced that it was no accident that the old fox of the Ministry of Criminal Justice retrieved that file, and there must be something or reason.

"Lord Mei, what's wrong with you?"

"I..." Mei Nianfa was speech for a moment, but then suddenly made a straight face: "Princess, Weichen is just investigating something. I don't think I need to report to the princess."

"Lord Mei is right. You really don't need to report to me. In this case, Lord Mei will go and do your business.

"Thank you, Princess."

Just after Mei Nianfa went out for a few steps, Ling Yue's words from behind him stunned him again: "Ke Ruyan is dead."

Mei Nianfa clenched her fists, looked nervous, and then strode away again.

"Let him go like this?" Liu Ye asked.

"He doesn't want to say it, and I can't help it. I have to find a chance to ask again." Ling Yue's tone was helpless, but she did not seem very frustrated. Looking around, the soldiers around the Empress's uterus looked alert, and the sword in his hand was cold, "Night, if it doesn't rain now, there are silver tickets, what do you think will happen?"

Liu Ye looked up at the gloomy sky and thought for a long time: "Sister, you are dreaming."

A few days later, Ke Wu, Marquis of Ning, transferred 150,000 troops stationed near Linyun to a place closer to Shu. Although Emperor Xia expressed his dissatisfaction during this period, Ke Wu forced the transfer of the army to Shu on the grounds that the State of Shu might send troops to Xia in the near future. In the end, Emperor Xia reluctantly agreed.

At the same time, Duguba, who sensed Ke Wu's real intention, secretly met Emperor Xia and asked to lead 200,000 troops to quietly follow in case of Ke Wu's rebellion. Emperor Xia also granted Dugu's request, and in this way, all the 350,000 troops near Linyun marched to Shu.

And all this also made the State of Shu worried. The unknown Emperor Shu thought that perhaps the State of Xia was preparing to send troops to the State of Shu after the annexation of Cang. For a moment, the whole Shu country became full of soldiers, and all the court ministers and generals and soldiers were nervous and ready to go to war at any time.

Foshan birds break through the air and sing sadly.

Ling Yue lay on the rattan chair and enjoyed the breeze in late spring.

"Night, what kind of bird is that? I seem to have seen this kind of bird a lot recently. On a osmanthus tree in the courtyard, a dark Foshan bird that looks like a crow is jumping happily between the branches.

"Foshan Bird."

"Foshan bird? It feels similar to a crow, but its cry is better than a crow.

"Ye�. This kind of bird is very popular in Chu and its dependent countries. Don't look at it like this, a good Foshan bird is worth 100 taels of gold. Liu Ye said, "This kind of bird is difficult to tame and has very high requirements for food, so ordinary people can't afford it at all."

"Wow..." Ling Yue was surprised, "I really want to see a golden ingot jumping around on the tree. Liu Ye, you have a good skill. Why don't you catch that bird and raise it?" As soon as Ling Yue finished speaking, the Foshan bird, which was still jumping happily among the branches, immediately fluttered its wings and flew towards the blue sky after two sad sounds.

Liu Ye smiled and said, "I was scared away by you."

"Yes, the golden treasure has flown." Ling Yue looked sad.

"Sister, can you stop looking at everything as silver?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, occupational disease, occupational disease." Ling Yue said with a smile, " By the way, the emperor asked you to take care of the file room of the Supervision Institute. You should have made a lot of oil and water."

Liu Ye said seriously, "No, no, absolutely nothing."

"Come back to me, how much money have you made?"

"60 taels of silver."

Ah? Sixty taels of silver?" Ling Yue frowned and said, "Why is there only 60 taels of silver?"

Liu Ye said with a distressed face: "Only the Taichang Temple, the Ministry of Criminal Justice and the people of the Supervisory Institute can enter the supervisory institute. Taichang Temple basically does not need to check the file of the Supervision Institute, and the Ministry of Criminal Justice has not come since Mei Nianfa checked it once. After that, Ke Chengyang has also checked it once, so there are only 60 taels of silver.

"The number of views is not high!" Ling Yue said, "When it comes to Mei Nianfa, he almost forgot. He hasn't told me why he wanted to check the file file 40 years ago. Liu Ye, do you think there is any way to make the fox tell the truth?

"No. As long as it's something that the fox doesn't want to say, it's useless. But I think Wu Yong might know something.

"Wu Yong? The right imperial historian of the Supervisory Yuan, the guy who is always reading with a teacup?

"Ye�. I heard that he has read all the files in the file room of the Supervision Institute and can almost recite them backwards. In this case, he must know something about the files that Mei Nian's method looked at."

"Let's go to the supervisory institute."

"Eh? Now?"

Ling Yue smiled and said, "What else?"

"Wu Yong left Linyun yesterday and went to Liuzhou."

Liuzhou? Isn't that the location of the Lotus Medical Center? What did he do there?"

"See your daughter." Liu Ye said, "Leng Lian from Lianhua Medical Center is Wu Yong's daughter."

Ah? Is Leng Lian his daughter?

"Yes." Liu Ye nodded and said, "I heard that Leng Lian's mother was an aristocratic woman in Shu, but unfortunately she died in childbirth. Wu Yong originally wanted to take him back to Xia to raise, but at that time, Shu and Xia were fighting, and Leng Lian's mother was also a famous family in Shu. In desperation, Wu Yong gave Leng Lian to his sister in Liuzhou to raise.

"The nobles of Shu." Ling Yue lay back on the rattan chair and said depressedly, "Why don't you move to be a nobleman? One day, Liu Ye, you tell me that in fact, you are also a prince. In order to complete some task, you pretend to be a little eunuch."

Liu Ye smiled and said, "I'm your brother, and you're a princess, so strictly speaking, I can also be regarded as a prince."

The crown princess died, and Emperor Xia issued an order to die in January.

Therefore, Pyongyang Street, famous for its countless warbler, is cold and lonely at night. However, there are always some people who don't care whether the emperor has issued an order or whether the price of rice has increased.

In the Red Museum, a young man with light brown hair looked at Qianhan sitting on the stage playing the piano. Jiang Mozhu sat aside and drank one cup after another.

With a few cups, Jiang Mozhu's pale face blushed.

"If you continue to drink like this, you will get drunk." The man's voice was soft and a little low.

"I'm not drunk." Jiang Mozhu smiled, raised his head and had another cup.

"There is no one in the world who is not drunk."

"Anluo, you are wrong. There is a person who can not get drunk for a thousand cups."

"Oh?" An Luo turned his head and looked at Jiang Mozhu doubtfully, "Is there really someone in the world who is not drunk?"

"Yes, dead man." Jiang Mozhu's eyes were dark, as if smiling.