Eunuch Su, Eunuch Su!

The original face of Xin Wang was full of sadness and sorrow, but the moment he saw the portrait of one and the other landed, he suddenly stiffened.

After Su Jin came forward to plead guilty, he immediately became general, and his expression looking at Su Jin was full of hatred and viciousness.

Su Jin noticed Xinwang's gaze, but she was unmoved, so confident that she didn't even bother to scan it.

He really doesn’t have to worry about sacrificing one after another. On the face of it, it’s the Lord Thaksin’s surrogate mother. Su Jin, an internal officer, is just a helper for running errands. If he said that this matter was intentionally framed, it would only show that The negligence and incompetence of Xin Wang.

What's more, since His Royal Highness "passed away from illness," His Majesty has already faintly regretted in his heart, and even because of this matter, he has been angered by the subsequent provocations with the King of Letters.

Everyone was fine when they stepped forward. As soon as Thaksin’s King took the incense, the picture scroll seemed to fall in response to each other like a spirit. Your Majesty’s heart is not suspicious, and it is natural that he will not be willing in this day. Investigate him, the queen's most beloved nephew.

Wang Xin was able to get to this point, obviously not a completely stupid person, a look of resentment flashed across his face, and he knelt down on one knee in front of Su Jin, half apologizing, half explaining:" The son knows that this painting was painted by his elder brother remembering his mother and his own hands, so it doesn't make people move, but doesn't want the time to be long, but it falls off today. It is because the son is not thinking about it and hopes his father to forgive him."

His Majesty was sallow, and looked down at him unclearly, and then he didn't want to mention it again. He looked at the portrait falling on the incense table again, his voice was a little vague, and he couldn't tell whether he was talking to them or telling himself. : "It's a coincidence, no wonder you guys."

Su Jin sneered in her heart, leaned over to thank you, and retired in the afternoon. However, the letter king in front of him, when he reached such a stage, he wanted to prove something in general. After thanking him, he personally stepped forward and held up the fallen portraits. After cleaning his hands, he hung up the incense case again.

The King of Letters is full of vain loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness. Su Jin just stared coldly at King Letters’ contrived manner. The King of Rui had nothing to do with him. The King of Xuande, who was facing the Xiang case, was not even aware of the surroundings. The undercurrents surged, but his eyes were focused, following the agile facial features of the queen in the portrait all the way, as if he had fallen into some memories again.

Since your Majesty got older, especially when he had such a serious illness, and then lingering for a long time, he looked as sad as before, and remembered more and more of the past.

It's just...what's the use then? What I did with my own hands, I regret it afterwards, even if it is the regret of the emperor, it is still the cool fan in autumn and the charcoal fire in summer, which is redundant and useless.

The sacrifice of the queen first, except for this small "coincidence," everything went smoothly. At about noon, the year's sacrifice of the Longevity Palace was officially over. Su Jin, as usual, still did not support her legs and feet. The handy Majesty went out of the palace gate and went to the imperial court.

Waiting for your Majesty to sit down, the eight short and sturdy servants bowed forward and bowed to lift the imperial servant, Su Jin stepped back.

At this point, the king of letter passed him, and Su Jin heard a malicious voice: "Manager Su, you are very good!"

Su Jin's footsteps paused, and she lifted her eyes and glanced at her almost angrily expression.

On weekdays, he can still pretend to be a courteous corporal, looking like a light wind and Jiyue, but now with such a small mistake, it is so easy to make him lose his square inch, regardless of the imperial court that is almost away to threaten him.

In contrast, the King Rui on the side has never shown the arrogant look of falling into the pit. He is clearly the mastermind. At this moment, he is still rough, as if he did not realize what the falling portrait means...

The grandfather was right. Believe in the king, I'm afraid he is not the opponent of King Rui.

Su Jin still has no waves on her face, but she confirms her grandfather’s instructions more and more in her heart, and her eyes become darker. At this moment, she ignores his malicious words, and just goes straight to the king. Go forward with Yujia.

Xin Wang touched a soft nail on Su Jin's body, and his heart seemed to be even more angry. When he turned around and ran into King Rui, his face became less and less beautiful.

But King Rui was even cleaner than Su Jin. After staring at the hateful face of King Xin, he was even more fierce than him: "Brother look at what this king does!"

King Rui looked rough, and his voice was exceptionally loud. With this loud shout, I was afraid that even his majesty in the imperial court would be able to listen. Instead, Wang Xin was taken aback. A little farther.

There was nothing to say all the way, after walking into the Hall of Condemnation, His Majesty and several masters took their seats one after the other. It stands to reason that the King of Letters took care of such a major event as offering sacrifices. At this time, it should be an almost exaggerated reward. Without mentioning a word, after only a little gossip, his face appeared tired, as if he was about to drive people away.

It was the Concubine Xian, who inadvertently mentioned that since the death of her sister is over, she should be busy with the trivial things of the New Year as the new year is approaching, but Zhang Luo has not been seen in this palace, and I don’t know if the empress has forgotten. Things like that.

His Majesty heard the words and said to the prince Xin with his right hand: "Go and look at the body of your mother. New Year is a big event. If you are really not energetic, please mention it earlier and ask the concubines to help."

Xin Wang’s complexion changed slightly. As the successor parent and child, he naturally knew that although the mother and queen were indeed not happy, but they were not weak enough to be able to handle even the new year. It didn't show up, but because of the successive sacrifices, it happened to be on the tail of November.

If this is the time to prepare for the many trivial matters of the New Year, but at the first and second anniversary of the year, he has rejected the illness and put it in the eyes of others. Isn't it obvious that it is intentionally disrespectful?

In previous years, it was only after the twelfth lunar lunar month that the arrogance began, and the father had never said anything, but this time, he had to ask the concubine Xian and others to "help" decentralize power. It seems that the fall of the portrait of the Queen of Saint Qi before him has somewhat caused a thorn in the heart of the father.

Mother and son Rui, this step by step is really deceiving!

And Su Jin, if it weren’t for this castr to move his hands and feet in Zhong, the longevity palace sacrifice was originally presided over by him, how could he get King Rui’s people to move his hands and feet in Zhong?

If he despises this minion so much, he is afraid that such disgusting things will not end, he has to find a way to get it...

Many thoughts flooded through Xinwang's heart, but in front of Emperor Xuande, he didn't dare to show any traces, but respectfully, he retreated and went to Kunhe Palace.

When King Xin was out of the palace, His Majesty no longer had any interest in speaking. Not only did he drove away Xian Feirui Wang and others, even Su Jin, who stood quietly by the side, appreciated the grace and said " You have worked for a long time in the sacrifice of the pure queen, remembering that you were suffering from the wind and cold a few days ago. Now that it is all over today, go back and rest for half a day, and come back tomorrow.

Su Jin knew in her heart that His Majesty didn't want to see him all the time, and when she thought of the old things, she was only grateful and retreated.

In fact, after tossing all day in the Yongshou Palace, Su Jin was indeed exhausted physically and mentally. Even though His Majesty ordered him to rest, Su Jin was never polite. After going out, he only ordered Yuanbao to guard. Then, he walked straight out of Xinglongmen and entered Jingxiang.

Because he was in the front of the imperial court, he was always later in the transfer. Speaking of it, this was the first time. He came back first, but Huiming was not there yet.

Su Jin slowly stepped into the house that seemed particularly lonely because there was no Huiming. He raised his head and waved back the oncoming door, walked straight down the corridor to the back house, and stood there for a while in the empty main hall, watching In the quiet room to the east, he was actually provoked by something, and he suddenly took a few steps towards the east side.

It’s strange to say that Huiming is still on duty in Changxing Palace, and the east side is just an empty house, but Su Jin just quietly stayed in the cubicle where Huiming lived for a few days. The Yongshou Palace was empty, and the unreliable heart seemed to have finally found a place to fall.

In the innermost part of the house, there is a nanmu canopy bed that Huiming rests on. There is a wooden screen in front of the bed. Su Jin is already impulsive when she enters this room. Naturally, she will not approach inside at this moment. Only the north side is next to the window. The long table with some pens and ink on it was not very private by comparison. Su Jin stood at the door for a moment, and finally decided to go and sit behind the table for a while.

Just sit and leave for a while, and in the future, I won't do such a rude act!

Su Jin thought so in her heart, but she was still hesitant on her face. With just three or five steps, she actually walked a full tea time.

Not only did he hesitate to walk, Su Jin's eyes were also very regular during these few steps, staring at the ground under her feet, and never overstepping the rules, until she approached the long table and swept across the table. The light on the things above, the eyes trembled suddenly, and he couldn't move anymore.

On the table were scattered cloth heads and needlework. Pen holders and pen holders were all received in the corners, leaving only a strong rectangular inkstone inkstone, which was solemnly placed in the center of the table. Underneath, there was a few layers of cut-bottomed jackets pressed down without elegance. To the right of the jade inkstone, thick cotton cloth and paste were placed messily, and beside all this, this was a crane that had almost burned to the bottom. From this scene alone, it seems to be able to see how Huiming used up the lamp oil in front of this table last night, boiled his eyes red, and finally couldn’t hold it anymore, and couldn’t even take care of it. .

This is the sole made for him.

Su Jin slowly stretched out her hand, only intimidated that she touched the unfinished shoe sole very lightly and slowly. For a moment, she felt that her heart was filled with something for a moment, and his chest was suffocated. Some astringent, but some sweet.

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And just as Su Jin was waiting for Huiming's return in Jingxiang, Huiming of Changxing Palace suddenly ushered in a familiar old person.

Yuan Chengqiang, the young supervisor of Changxing Palace.

Huiming knew about him when he was serving by His Highness Seven in his previous life. He was the most greedy and scumbag, so he just looked cold now: "Does Shaojian Yuan have orders?"

Yuan Chengqiang smiled at her very diligently: "Oh, Aunt Song, quickly clean up, the master wants to summon you!"