ebookland Chapter 184: Beat the Drum to Ask Heaven to Distinguish Loyalty and Treachery
Chapter 184: Beat the Drum to Ask Heaven to Distinguish Loyalty and Treachery
But there was no expression on Old Madam Su's face. She looked at her adopted granddaughter quietly, and there seemed to be an undercurrent in her eyes.
"So, it's better for mother to stay calm." Su Jixue said calmly: "Otherwise, it's hard to say whether it can help the Zhuang family, but it will definitely harm the Su family."
Because what is involved is not a trivial matter.
The information she revealed made Su Jian very confused. Even when it was snowing on the third day, it was just a reminder. But now, although it was the Gui family that was in trouble, it was really related to the Su family.
If you dig deeper, you'll find loopholes in Butler Liu's affairs.
Cold sweat broke out on Su Jian's forehead. He said hurriedly, "Mother, the people who came to the Zhan Palace to deliver the betrothal gifts can't get in now. I'm going out to see what's going on and make preparations."
Madam Su nodded and said, "Don't panic. The innocent will be cleared."
Su Jian hurriedly left with Su Ce, and also wanted his eldest son to go with him to deal with the affairs.
"Mother!" Shen was truly frightened. She had experienced the incident of the deposed crown prince, a bloodbath in the capital. And this time, it seemed that there were signs of the same thing happening again.
"Hold on, don't get so startled!" After scolding Shen, Madam Su looked at Su Jixue and said, "You are a smart person."
Those beautiful eyes are now a little droopy, and obvious signs of aging can be seen. It seems that she deliberately let time carve her face without taking care of it. She looks much older than her actual age.
"Grandma." Su Jixue walked forward and naturally held Old Madam Su's hand, with her fingertips resting on Old Madam Su's wrist pulse intentionally or unintentionally.
Old Madam Su is indeed good at martial arts.
Moreover, she did have the aura of the elves, the aura of the elves with a touch of Jixue's aura.
"My granddaughter has long heard about your legend in the capital, and I've always wanted to be closer to Grandma." Su Jixue said with an innocent smile and admiration: "Jixue also wants to be like Mingzhu and live in Grandma's arms. I wonder if Grandma would welcome it."
Madam Su looked at Su Jixue, who raised her face, looking extremely serious and sincere: "Just don't mind that grandma's place is so simple."
After all, the courtyard where Old Madam Su lived was not as beautiful as Qinglan Courtyard. Many years ago, the courtyard where the old lady lived was changed into Deshanju, which was quiet and sparse.
Young people may find it too boring to live here.
"How could that be? Grandma's is the best." Su Jixue changed from grabbing her hand to hugging her arm. That's right, there was a faint spiritual aura belonging to Ji Xue on Old Lady Su's body, as if it was acquired through years of influence.
"Then come together." Old Madam Su was very pleased with the closeness of her adopted granddaughter to her, and King Zhan valued Su Jixue so much, it would not be bad for them to have a good relationship between the grandparents and grandchildren.
"Then I'll leave first." Shen's heart sank. Su Jixue was indeed a cheapskate, only knowing how to curry favor with the old lady. But how long could the old lady stay in the Su family? She would wait until the old lady left.
She now had to hurry to see if Su Jian's vixen concubine had been sold out. If she hadn't been sold out yet and was stuck in the mansion, she had to deal with it quickly and must not let Su Jian get close to her again.
Old Madam Su looked at Shen and could not hide her disappointment in her eyes. She was too lazy to maintain appearances and just waved her hand to let her leave.
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The gate of Su Mansion——
Su Jian stood in the porch. The threshold was heavily guarded, and Bai Shiwu had not left yet.
Su Jian was excited when he saw the long line of gift-giving people, but he couldn't help but feel worried when he saw the uncompromising attitude of the Jinwu Guards.
But since the War King came to support the Prime Minister's Mansion, he must let others see that although they are both Prime Minister's Mansions, the siege of the Zhuang family and the siege of the Su family are different.
"General Bai, why do you have to come here in person?" Su Jian saluted Bai Shiwu.
"You are too polite, Prime Minister Su. Prince Zhan is concerned about the marriage, so he asked me to deliver the betrothal gifts when Miss Su returns home." Bai Shiwu dismounted and returned the gift to Su Jian, saying politely, "Who would have thought that this would happen?"
"The innocent will be innocent. It's just that General Bai made a wasted trip this time. I'll treat you to a drink another day." Su Jian was delighted to see Bai Shiwu giving him such face. This shows that King Zhan still values the Su family and will not stand idly by.
"No problem. Miss Su has just recovered. Lord Su, please make sure to have someone take good care of Miss. Otherwise, our prince will be heartbroken if even a hair falls off." Bai Shiwu said with a half-smile, half-true and half-false.
"Don't worry, Jixue is a member of the Su family, and the Su family will naturally take good care of her." Su Ce said from the side. He looked at the team that delivered the betrothal gifts from Prince Zhan's Mansion. They were all the elite soldiers of Prince Zhan. Prince Zhan really valued Su Jixue too much.
Su Ce's eyes were dim, as if the treasure he had never cared about was taken away by someone so cherished, and he felt sad in his heart.
He always thought that it was still early and there was still a chance to repair the relationship with his sister.
But when I came back again, everything seemed to have changed.
The little kid who used to call him "Brother, Brother" no longer had the light in his eyes when he saw him, as if he was looking at a distant relative.
"Okay, we've met and talked, it's time to seal the door." Seeing that they were chatting endlessly, the Jinwu Guard directly held up the seal and said.
Only then did Su Jian and Su Ce stop exchanging pleasantries with Bai Shiwu.
It seems that the Zhan Palace and the Jinwu Guards are not of the same mind. Fortunately, the Zhan Palace is there, otherwise the Su family would be the next banker.
The Su family's door slowly closed in front of him, blocking Bai Shiwu's polite and smiling figure outside the door.
Wait until the door is closed and the seal is put on.
Bai Shiwu put away his smile and looked at the leader of the Jinwu Guard, who seemed to be on the verge of a dispute with Prince Zhan's Mansion just now. He nodded slightly, with approval in his eyes: Well done!
"Let's go home!"
Bai Shiwu jumped on his horse and rode away without any delay.
This trip is done.
But the Su family——
Bai Shiwu glanced in the direction of Nanchang Street with a sneer, and he would naturally get the retribution he deserved.
Nanchang Street leads to Chaotianque of the imperial palace, where there is a large drum that has weathered wind and rain and still stands as the only way to court.
This is the Dengwen Drum of Dongchu.
An imperial censor supervises the case every day. No one is allowed to punish anyone unless it is a serious injustice or a confidential matter. If anyone is punished, the case will be reported to the emperor.
At this moment, a pale-faced scholar walked slowly and firmly towards the position of the Dengwen drum against the passing crowd.
The moment he walked onto the stage and picked up the drumsticks, passers-by on the street finally realized what he was going to do and couldn't help but stop and watch.
If I had not suffered injustices that could not be appealed and had no one to turn to for venting my grievances, I would not easily come to knock on the drum of our dynasty.
After all, beating the drums comes at a price.
The nail plate in front of the drum is not idle for nothing. The sharp nail tips are enough to scare away those with weak minds.
"Gu Yuanzhou, a student from the capital, has great achievements and is seriously injured. I ask the censor to approve the trial first and then the punishment." The scholar's thin figure was as straight as a bamboo, and his long gown, which was whitened by washing, was blown by the autumn wind, showing his unyielding character.
He came, determined to ride the wind in the turbulent capital.
Please ask the breeze to send the drum sound, and ask the heaven to distinguish between loyalty and treachery!
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