Shen Nanyi bit her lip, and the continuous swipes on her face made her unable to hold on any longer. She covered her face and ran out of the door howling.
The noisy sound finally subsided, and Peng seemed to have broken out of the deep pool and took a deep breath.
Bai Fu was still kneeling on the ground and asked anxiously: "Okay, madam, what should I do? Do you want to ask someone to send a message to Master Liu again?"
Mrs. Peng snorted from her nose, "Carrying? What are you carrying? What can I carry? Am I doing this for Fengyue and the Zhao family?"
Under his sight, a person was kneeling there and couldn't help but stare.
Peng looked at it and clenched her fists, "It's not important. None of this is important. What's important is Lu Kui and Mother Zheng!"
Mother Zheng is locked up in the front room of the palace.
Even if she can silence Lu Kui, can she also silence Mama Zheng?
Thinking of this, the thought of annihilation overwhelmed Peng's heart, which made her feel gray every inch. She couldn't help but choke.
Bai Shi had never seen Peng like this before, and hurriedly comforted him: "Madam, don't be like this. The boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge. There is always a way."
There is no way. Is there any way? This time I meet the former secretary of the palace and Xiao Yichen, the killer.
Her arms couldn't even twist her thighs. How could she, a housewife, be able to outlast an official's concubine who had control over life and death?
Peng shook her head, as if the situation was over, "That's all, it's useless. The people I trust the most have turned against me, so what else can I do?"
As she spoke, she turned her head and looked straight at Bai Shi.
The red eyes were like two bloody holes, which made Bai Shi couldn't help but tremble.
Mrs. Peng grabbed her hand suddenly, "You! Are you looking at me in such a miserable state and want to betray my trust? You also want to find another way out for yourself!"
Those hands held Bai Shi tightly like iron shackles.
Bai Fu couldn't break away, so he could only cry and express his loyalty, "Madam, I'm really like this, why should I hand you these letters again? Isn't it just that I quietly tuck you in and watch you fall?"
Mrs. Peng didn't believe it, shaking her like chaff with her hands, "You are just like Shen Nanbao's little hooves! Those who play gongs and drums let me know this, and want to see me panic and choose the way, so that you will be satisfied and happy. You can let go of your hatred!”
Bai Shi was shaken to pieces, and his voice was in pieces, "Madam, the little one doesn't..."
Before she could finish speaking, Peng's hand had already reached her neck.
The gradually shrinking trend made Bai Shi fall into boundless fear.
But Mrs. Peng was still thinking to herself and said, "You can't believe it. Mother Zheng can't be trusted, and you can't be trusted either!"
People can develop unprecedented quickness in difficult situations, and so does Bai Shi. She hurriedly said: "Madam, if you think about it carefully, even you said that there is no room for change in this matter, so why did Commander Xiao still tolerate it?" A retrial later? Since it is a retrial later, there is still room for change!"
Mrs. Peng seemed to be given a heads-up, her figure was startled, but the strength in her hands relaxed.
Bai Shi escaped, lying on the ground holding his neck and coughing. Before he could feel the joy of the rest of his life, Peng's words poured into his ears.
"What did you mean by what you just said?"
Bai Shi swallowed, and a harsh voice came out of his burning throat, "Madam, who is Commander Xiao? The commander-in-chief of the front department of the palace, who doesn't care about the imperial affairs, but goes to Jinling to take care of the thieves?"
yes.
Is it a trivial matter worth going to in person?
What's more, he put the dirty hat on Mother Zheng's head for no reason.
Bai Tong was still talking, "Let's just take care of it. Everything has spread to this point, and he suddenly stopped. He has done so many unscrupulous things, and his heart is completely black, let alone earlier." How can he be so kind-hearted and let go of all the grudges he...had with the master in those years? Even if he can't bring the master down for this matter, it will also lose the face that the master cares about most, right? "
Mrs. Peng glanced at her, said nothing, and slowly paced in the center of the earth.
The bead curtain hanging down from the west window knocked on the sill one after another, making the room look like a block of solidified amber, making Bai Shi feel suffocated.
I don’t know how long it took, but Peng finally spoke, “So, you mean, he is waiting for my expression?”
What it means is self-evident.
Peng frowned, "But the officials are currently investigating Wuwei thoroughly. If I do this, wouldn't I be committing a crime against the wind? What if he is just waiting for me to fall into his trap?"
Bai Shi gritted his teeth and said: "Which of these officials is really a breeze in both sleeves and dedicated to the country? Who doesn't do one thing in front of him and another behind his back? As long as you give me enough, madam, and let him show his feelings, there is nothing wrong with it." ? What’s more, he has Mother Zheng in his hands and there is no news about Lu Kui. What else can we do now? "
This is true.
Stretching out one's head is a sword, and shrinking one's head is also a sword. In this case, why not be bold enough to do it!
He might be able to break into something new.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Peng slowly sat down and took a deep breath. She turned around and saw that her collar was full of wrinkles from the tossing just now.
She stretched out her hand to stroke it, and she could feel the stiffness of the body. Mrs. Peng softened her voice more and more, "You have to understand me. After all, Mother Zheng has abandoned me. The sky has fallen down on me, that's why I'm like this." in a hurry……"
Yi Bi'er said, and Yi Bi'er helped the person stand up.
How could Bai Shi be ignorant of the fun? He knelt down and said it would be a waste of time.
Mrs. Peng nodded and said no more. She just asked her to go to the warehouse and get the account books.
Although I always cry in front of the old lady and the old man about the tightness of life, and spend the money in my hands like running water, but I don't have a clear idea in my heart.
Peng has been the master of the imperial family for so many years, and has enriched his own pockets by thousands of taels. In addition, when he was married, he was so illustrious and had several boxes full of boxes. There were also some land deeds, servant deeds, transcripts, and conversions. When he came down, there was also tens of thousands of silver coins.
Tens of thousands of dollars were exchanged for notes, but it was such a thick pile in his hand. When Peng squeezed it, it felt as tight and painful as pinching his heart.
Bai Shi understood her feelings and said cautiously: "Madam, as the saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. As long as people are still there, don't talk about this in the future. There will be more."
Mrs. Peng sighed loudly, calmed down, and looked out the window. The sun was gradually setting in the west. Half of her face was embedded in the side of the mountain. Countless rays of light shone from there and fell on the corrugations of the wall. If you look carefully, you can see that there are still I saw countless tiny golden floating objects swimming in it.
Mrs. Peng didn't know how long she sat and waited like this, but until the last trace of the afterglow was swallowed up by the night, when she stood up from the bed, her legs felt sore and numb.
Bai Shi supported her in time, "Madam, the little ones are all ready. The carriage is parked at Asmen and is waiting for you."
The mistress of the Shen family, the person who was greeted by the eight-carriage sedan at the door, and even the comprador, who always only walked through the front door, was now reduced to walking through the ass door.
Peng's heart was sad, but she also understood that now was not the time to feel sad about spring and autumn. She raised her hand to tuck her eyes, took the crow-colored cloak handed over by Bai Shi, and rushed to the front office of the palace, covered with stars and moonlight.
When the carriage first arrived, he was carrying a lantern and holding it up on a long pole under the eaves. As he hung up the lanterns one by one, the gold-plated plaque in front of the temple broke out from such a sleepy world, and even brought The compelling gaze made Peng's eyes dizzy for a moment.
Peng couldn't help but stretched out her hand to block it. When she got used to the light and lowered her hand, the effect of holding a lamp had already reached her. With a pair of cold and sharp eyes, he looked at her unceremoniously, "Who is he?"
Mrs. Peng felt sad, but she still tucked up her sleeves and replied solemnly: "General Affairs Secretary You Tongzheng, Mrs. Peng, the wife of Kaiguozi's family, came to pay homage to the commander-in-chief of the capital."
When these words came out, the effect was instantly realized, and he let out a long "Oh", "You are the master of Mrs. Zheng. Madam, what are you doing here? Are you trying to save Mrs. Zheng?"
Peng heard the sarcasm in his words and took a deep breath, "Please let me know, strong man. I'd like to see you and command the envoys."
Seeing this, Utility just told her to wait a moment, and when he came out again, he already extended his hand to invite her in.
Mrs. Peng breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Bai Shi had hit the right mark by mistake. Xiao Yichen was indeed waiting for her 'filial piety'.
After thinking about it this way, Mrs. Peng gained some confidence and followed the effect all the way to the inner hall.
The deep and majestic palace, the mirror-like bricks, and the burning lamps and candles on the four walls, in Peng's eyes, seemed to have entered a battlefield filled with smoke, with thrilling murderous intentions lurking everywhere, and That kind of specialness belongs to the magnificence of these military generals in their prosperous years.
Peng's heart sank, and she looked up and saw Xiao Yichen sitting behind the long desk in front of him. His tall and muscular body was covered by a gold-painted armchair. Although he was only wearing a simple moon-white round-neck brocade dress, it was nothing more than He raised his hand to hold a cup of tea, but it made Peng feel as if he was holding a bright shackle, mastering the majestic magnanimity of life and death.
He took a slow sip, raised his chin and said, "Why did Mrs. Peng come here at night?"
Peng's heart skipped a beat, and she knelt on the ground involuntarily, "Thank you so much, Commander, for this matter."
Xiao Yichen moved for a moment, as if he heard a joke, "Thank you? Shouldn't Mrs. Peng hate me so much that she gnashes her teeth?"
Mrs. Peng noticed the narrowing in his eyes and said with a shy face: "Mother Zheng colluded with the thieves, and the crime cannot be punished. The commander handled the case impartially, how could I dare to complain, let alone the kind of predicament I am in now, if not The commander has put this matter aside for the time being, I am afraid that the master has already written me a divorce letter, and I will end up as a concubine."
Her words were very meaningful, and Xiao Yichen squinted his eyes when he heard them. His thick black eyelashes pressed down, forming a faint haze on his face, but his eyes were like spears and sharp blades, looking at Peng icily.
Mrs. Peng didn't hear what he said and couldn't help but look up. When she saw this scene, she couldn't help but shiver, but her mind was very clear. In this situation, she wanted to ask for help from others and she couldn't say anything. She has to speak clearly and make people happy, so that people will be willing to help.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Peng took out the stack of notes from her arms, bowed her head and said: "Everything I said is true, please give me the commander's permission."
