Adore Trick of Beauty

As the punishment of the dandies in the capital for sheltering the gangsters gradually came to an end, Xiao Fengming issued an imperial edict and denounced the crimes of the elites in the capital for not restraining their children and preying on the common people. His words were sharp and well-founded, which made people applaud.

An admonishment officer took the opportunity to advise the emperor that the hereditary titles for the children of aristocratic families in the capital should be abolished, and the civil and military examinations should be widely opened to recruit talented people regardless of high or low. In this way, the children of aristocratic families who no longer have hereditary titles will naturally have to work hard to compete with the disciples from poor families for the autumn election held every three years.

As soon as this discussion started, everyone in the aristocratic family in Beijing was in an uproar. Xiao Fengming was very impressed after hearing this, and immediately issued an imperial edict, ordering the children of the aristocratic family to participate in the autumn election every three years. Those who do not participate in the autumn election are not allowed to inherit the family property. , especially the eldest son, is required to go to Taixue Middle School to study the Four Books and Five Classics for at least two years, and to have a certain degree of fame. If he has no fame and is the only son in the family, he will need to take the exams from the Imperial College. If he thinks he is good enough, he will then report to the Ministry of Household Affairs for permission to inherit the family business.

After August 15th, the September autumn election came in a blink of an eye. This year, because of Xiao Fengming's imperial edict, scholars everywhere in Yingjing suddenly came to take the exam in a hurry. Many of them were children of wealthy families from all over the country who had to come. The huge inn in Yingjing was suddenly full, the bookstores were expensive, and it looked like it was prosperous.

Outside the palace was bustling with people, but inside the palace it gradually became calm. Nie Wushuang deals with trivial matters in the palace every day, but still feels uneasy when he has free time. After much thought, she finally made up her mind and quietly gave Deshun instructions.

A few days later, Deshun finally appeared in "Chenghua Palace".

At that time, Nie Wushuang was being tailor-made by several female officials from the Clothing Bureau. In front of her was a bronze mirror as tall as a person, supported by two chamberlains. The bronze mirror's light could be used to discern people, and it reflected her slim and slender body. The maids and officials in the palace were holding their breaths and concentrating, not daring to release their breath. They were busy around Nie Wushuang like butterflies. Their footsteps were light and the ground was silent. The only sound was the rustling of the leather ruler across the cloth.

Deshun bowed and quietly slipped into the inner hall. Nie Wushuang glanced over inadvertently and saw his figure, her eyes tightened slightly, and then returned to normal.

After the female official finished measuring, her eyes showed envy: "The Queen is so beautiful, I have never seen anyone as good as the Queen."

Nie Wushuang smiled slightly, and the female officials around him also praised him. Next is choosing fabric. The palace maid holds a vermilion lacquer plate in her hand. The colors of the fabrics on it are like clouds and rainbows, which is very beautiful. The variety of fabrics is also dazzling.

The female officials whispered suggestions on the side, and Nie Wushuang looked at it casually, listening to their explanations on how to match it, how to color it, and what patterns to embroider on it. Once one of the people's suggestions was adopted by Nie Wushuang, that person would be overjoyed, as if it was a great honor.

In this way, until half an hour later, the female officials respectfully left with a pile of embroidery samples and fabrics in their hands. Quietness returned to the palace. Nie Wushuang leaned on the embroidered pillar of the bed, raised his eyes and looked at Deshun: "Say it."

Seeing the tired look on her brows, Deshun asked cautiously: "Queen, this matter is important, do you want to... another day?"

Nie Wushuang raised her long and delicate eyebrows, with a hint of displeasure in her eyes: "Speak quickly!"

Deshun wiped the sweat from his forehead and took out a cloth bag from his arms. The bag was long and he didn't know what was inside. It was wrapped in layers of cloth. Nie Wushuang patiently watched Deshun open it layer by layer. , finally revealing the front end of an arrow inside.

Nie Wushuang's beautiful eyes turned cold. She picked up the half of the feather arrow and looked at it carefully.

Deshun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked back guiltily, fearing that some ignorant palace maid would come in.

"Empress, this slave has spent a lot of effort to find a leader from the imperial army to take out the arrow that was shot at the emperor that day. It will be returned at sunset!" Deshun couldn't help but said.

Nie Wushuang glanced over it, not letting go of any doubts, but after looking for a long time, she still couldn't see anything. Such arrows can be found everywhere. Apart from the hard wood of the arrow body, she couldn't see anything special about this arrow. place.

Nie Wushuang hesitated, thinking secretly in his heart, is it because of this that no measures were taken after the assassination?

No! She shook her head in denial again. Why didn't the Royal Forest Army and the Forbidden Army take any action because they couldn't find the assassin's origin? This is simply impossible! The crime of assassinating the emperor was so serious that even if the assassin could not be found, there would still be a massive search. However, almost half a month had passed since the day of the assassination, but no one mentioned it.

This was so unusual that it worried her.

"Did the Queen see anything?" Deshun asked.

Nie Wushuang shook his head, put down the half arrow, raised his head and asked, "Did you find out anything else?"

Deshun was in a dilemma: "My slave spent a lot of money to convince the man to take half of the arrow. The rest, he didn't tell me no matter how much I asked. It seems..."

There was timidity on his face: "It seems that the Holy One has given a hush-hush order..."

"The Queen, this...it's better not to investigate this matter any further. I'm worried that the Emperor will blame him if he finds out!"

Nie Wushuang was startled and wanted to ask again. There was a sound from outside. A palace maid was talking to someone. Nie Wushuang quickly put away the half of the feather arrow.

Yang Zhi walked into the palace with a smile on his face: "The Queen, your Majesty heard that the Queen is making winter clothes, so she specially gave them..."

The smile on his face suddenly condensed when he saw Deshun, and he asked, "What is Eunuch Deshun doing here?"

Nie Wushuang smiled lightly: "Eunuch De is telling me a joke to relieve his boredom."

Yang Zhi didn't want to ask any more questions, so he left after reporting.

When Deshun saw him leaving, he stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "My dear, do you want to hide this from Eunuch Yang?"

"Yes." Nie Wushuang nodded, with a complicated look in his eyes: "Although he is my confidant, his master is someone else."

She looked at Ding Deshun's plump and cheerful face, and a cold look passed through her beautiful eyes: "Remember, you are the person I trust the most!"

"Yes, yes..." Deshun couldn't help but shuddered in his heart when he met her cold, snow-like eyes, and responded repeatedly.

"Step back and let me think carefully." Nie Wushuang waved him away.

Deshun walked forward, then turned around and said worriedly: "My dear, I must return it at sunset."

"I know." Nie Wushuang said.

Deshun quietly retreated as if he had arrived. The hall was completely quiet. Nie Wushuang took half of the feather arrow and looked at it for a long time but couldn't see anything. Time passed moment by moment, and she was so dazzled that she couldn't see anything. In the huge hall, the only sound was her shallow breathing.

The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and she felt irritated and stood up suddenly. With a "clang" sound, the tea cup on the table was picked up by her clothes and knocked over. She waved her sleeves impatiently and hurried back and forth in the palace. What kind of inside story was it that Xiao Fengming didn't reveal to her?

Her intuition told her that this assassination was not that simple, but she couldn't explain what was not simple about it.

If she ignores it, she can live peacefully in the palace, but she has long been accustomed to having everything at her fingertips. If she blindfolds her eyes, covers her ears, and pretends not to know anything, she may wake up one morning. You may find that you are already beyond redemption...

Sigh... Nie Wushuang sighed quietly.

She walked to the table and picked up the half of the arrow. Suddenly, her expression changed. Almost immediately, she hurriedly put the arrow in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully. She saw that the tea had flooded the arrow body and wet the arrow. The body is in one place, and in that place, three small characters in block letters appear faintly, with elegant writing...

She hurriedly wiped it with tea, swept another area of ​​​​the case, and drew on the paper with pen ink and followed the comparison of these three tiny handwritings.

Every time she drew a horizontal line or a vertical line along the arrow's body, her heart sank a little deeper.

Finally, a person's name faintly appeared on the white paper. Her hand trembled, and with a "click", the brush in her hand suddenly fell down, sweeping a trace of thick ink on the white paper.

She stared at the three words on the paper and couldn't breathe for a long time.

Gu, Qing, Hong...

It's him!

It's him!

Something seemed to tug at my heart, so painful and so cold. She held the side of the desk, and her long armor nervously scratched deep scratches on the desk.

Why, why him?

Why is it him? !

Could it be that he was trying every possible means to kill himself? !

Could it be said that his target for the assassination that day was not Xiao Fengming but himself? !

Stormy waves surged in her eyes, and the hatred in her heart surged out like a torrent of river water. The past surged forward, including being falsely accused and being imprisoned in the firewood shed for ten days, where life was worse than death, and the blood all over the house being chopped off...

"Gu! Qing! Hong!" Her eyes were filled with blood, and she slapped everything off the table. The crisp sound on the ground made the palace maid who was waiting outside startled and rushed in.

"Get out of here!" Nie Wushuang held the desk, holding the white paper in his hand, his face twisted with hatred. The palace maid had never seen her look so terrifying, so she screamed in fright and quickly retreated.

Nie Wushuang looked at the almost shattered paper in his hand and sneered: "Okay, okay, you Gu Qinghong!"

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