Qin Chuan took out his handkerchief and the two of them looked sideways. This was their last hope.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult to deliver it to His Majesty."
Qin Chuan felt bitter in his heart. If Wei Zheng couldn't tell the truth, then no one in the Tang Dynasty could help them.
"We are the only ones who can save our brothers. If a noble person comes, can you not be embarrassed? A down-and-out phoenix is not as good as a chicken, not to mention that our brothers are chickens."
Qin Chuan said again, in the final analysis, the three of them are at odds. Even if the blood letter is sent out, how will they respond if someone comes to interrogate them again?
Do you still give in first and fight later? The blood letter is in vain, even if the last drop of blood is exhausted, it will be in vain.
You only get one chance.
The two of them looked at the ground, tears falling down their cheeks.
Trading one's life for one's future will end up with nothing to gain and a life of darkness.
Qin Chuan put his arms on their shoulders.
"Forget it if you cry this time."
The two of them put their arms around Qin Chuan's shoulders at the same time.
Lost my voice at night.
The stingy light squeezes in through the square hole, but it is the only one that does not dislike this place.
early morning.
The old man came to the door to deliver the meal.
The three of them walked to the door and sat down.
"Old man, help us again. Please give this handkerchief away."
Qin Chuan took out a handkerchief, and the eyes of the two people on both sides moved with the handkerchief.
"to whom?"
The old man said, he didn't know who to call, should he give it to Wei Zheng? Are you afraid that the stone will sink into the sea and not be given to Wei Zheng? Only Wei Zheng's family did not have a high-level courtyard, so the old man could only send things to Wei Zheng's family.
"Sell it and exchange it for some laozhi (wine), a cube of salt, and a piece of meat."
Qin Chuandao said that he already had a plan and left it to fate.
The old man left, this time leaving the lantern in place.
Outside the prison.
The sunshine softly gave me a pitiful warmth, which was quickly swallowed up by the wind.
The old man was walking on the green brick street. There were endless pedestrians, vendors were selling on both sides, and children were running around and playing.
Came to the stall selling raw silk.
"Old man, take one look at this handkerchief, will you accept it?"
The old man handed the handkerchief to the stall owner, who took it with both hands. The handkerchief was silky and not cheap.
Opening the neatly folded handkerchief, the bright red blood stains were dazzling, making passers-by look sideways. The stall owner's hand shook and he almost dropped the handkerchief.
"you......"
The stall owner was speechless for a moment, how could a good handkerchief end up like this? What a pity. (He is illiterate)
"Just wash it and it will be clean. Give me a price."
The old man apologized, but he didn't expect Qin Chuan to make his handkerchief so dirty.
The stall owner is in trouble, the blood stains are difficult to clean, and even if the handkerchief is cleaned, a faint smell of blood will remain.
This material is so good that the stall owner is reluctant to give it up.
"It's not that I lowered the price. If there were no blood stains on this handkerchief, I could offer thirty cents, but now I can only offer ten cents."
The stall owner stared into the old man's eyes, testing the old man's psychological price.
The old man looked embarrassed, not because the price offered by the stall owner was low and ten cents was not enough to buy the juice, but he also wanted to buy a piece of meat for the three of them.
"I'll go to another house and ask."
The old man wanted to take the handkerchief back.
The stall owner retracted his hand, and the old man looked at the stall owner doubtfully.
The stall owner had no intention of robbing him.
"Old man, I think you are in a hurry for money. Is this okay? I will suffer a little loss. The price is twelve cents a time."
The stall owner also looked embarrassed, as if he had lost all his money by giving him two more pennies.
The old man has never seen what kind of person he is, and he knows it well.
"You old guy is so evil, take twenty coins."
The old man said.
The stall owner pretended to be angry and glared at the old man.
The old man was not a good person and stared back immediately.
After haggling for a long time, the deal was finally settled for eighteen cents.
"I have never seen you like this. You are better at doing business than me. I am unlucky to meet you. I will give you eighteen cents, take the money and leave quickly."
The stall owner looked unkind and drove the old man away after giving him the money.
The old man was not angry, he weighed the coins in his palm and left happily.
Seeing the old man walking away, the stall owner hurriedly put his handkerchief into his arms and made a lot of money.
"Take it out and show it to me."
Another pretty woman came to the stall.
The stall owner just looked up and quickly lowered his head.
"Look."
The stall owner offered it with both hands, not daring to neglect it.
This woman was dressed plainly and elegantly, with a golden phoenix hairpin in her hair. She was followed by four maids. She was extremely expensive.
The woman unfolded the handkerchief, and these bloody words attracted her.
Especially that sentence, "Please Bodhisattva bless our third brother."
She has believed in Buddhism since she was a child and is particularly sensitive to the word Bodhisattva.
"That's a good thing. How much does this handkerchief cost?"
The woman put away the handkerchief domineeringly, sure to win.
"I'll take eighteen cents. You can just give me eighteen cents."
The stall owner dare not cheat in the slightest. He can be honest and dishonest, but he cannot be blind.
"Give him twenty coins."
The woman said, taking the maid and leaving.
Imperial Palace, Lizheng Palace.
A white handkerchief was spread flat on the document, and Queen Changsun took a writing brush and copied the words on it on the yellowed rice paper.
His expression was concentrated, his little face was tense, a tear fell on the yellowed rice paper, and the word "silly" was blurred and raised.
Li Shimin walked in with his hands behind his back, and happened to see Empress Changsun crying.
Startled, he strode to Empress Changsun and knelt down beside her, taking out a golden handkerchief to help wipe away her tears.
"Guanyin, why are you doing this?"
Li Shimin's movements were gentle, and his eyes were full of infinite love.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Queen Changsun's little head floated on Li Shimin's chest and wept.
Li Shimin hugged Queen Changsun tightly, pressed his face against Queen Changsun's black hair, and caressed her back.
"I am invincible, no need to worry."
At this time, Li Shimin still did not forget to brag that this was his greatest honor, and that General Tiance was his unprecedented and unprecedented title.
Empress Changsun sat up sobbing and looked at Li Shimin with big red eyes.
I felt pity for him, and Li Shimin's heart almost broke.
"Your Majesty, look."
Empress Changsun picked up the handkerchief on the document and held it up in front of Li Shimin's eyes.
After Li Shimin finished reading, his eyes widened and his hands clenched into fists, making a faint creaking sound.
Just after boasting about being undefeated in a hundred battles, Queen Changsun taught him a lesson.
"This sentence speaks to my concubine's heart! Does Erlang understand it?"
Empress Changsun had long understood this bloody letter. She could only use this method to remind Li Shimin that the harem could not interfere in politics.
This is not only the voice of Queen Changsun, but also the cry of the third brother.
Xianden Tiangong has been trapped in a cage for four years. Li Shimin, you are really busy. You are too busy to forget what is your foundation. You are too busy to forget the three big soldiers who charged desperately because of your words.
Li Shimin let out a sigh of relief. This matter was covered up, which was breaking Li Shimin's foundation.
The army is Li Shimin's foundation, and the army is Li Shimin's support.
"How should this matter be handled?"
Li Shimin was in a dilemma. This case was decided by Li Yuan. Reversing the verdict would be a slap in Li Yuan's face. Li Shimin also wanted to coax Li Yuan to give up the Tai Chi Palace. He was bound to make achievements to prove to Li Yuan who was the real dragon and phoenix.
(Li Yuan was forced to abdicate and did not move out of Tai Chi Palace.)
"Ah, my cakes are still in the steamer."
Empress Changsun put down her handkerchief, stood up quickly, held up her skirt and ran out of the hall.
Li Shimin felt sad when he saw the bloody letter on the document, and his face became hot when he saw the bloody letter praising him.
It seems that the person who wrote the book was disillusioned with him as a great general, and had been stuck in a cold prison for four years with no hope. It is as if the person who wrote the book has changed from a proud soldier to a shameless pleading poor man.
Li Shimin understood that behind the boasting and pleading in the blood letter was despair and regret.
The names of the three people told Li Shimin everything.
Following Li Shimin was the stupidest, most confusing, and most selfish thing the three of them had ever done.
"No wonder the maidservant Guanyin sheds tears and makes me feel ashamed. Biography: Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling."
