There is a place in Chang'an City where everyone is avoiding it. This place is majestic and calm, even with a faint sense of radiance.

Shen Qingqiu was dressed in a simple green dress and got out of the carriage. Zhu Ce hurriedly supported him and whispered: "Sir, the Minister of Personnel has come to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince today."

Shen Qingqiu responded lightly.

After a little pause, the bamboo cesium barely added:

"Your Highness the Crown Prince wants to meet the Lord."

This sentence made Shen Qingqiu pause. He turned his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle but a little distant and cold: "Have he given up yet?"

I don’t know how to answer this.

After all, my grandfather and His Royal Highness were so close to each other before, and now he is so disappointed that he is so indifferent to others.

But he is a person who knows the inside story.

Faced with the sarcasm of outsiders, he wanted to refute it, but he couldn't tell the truth. It was really frustrating.

Zhu Cesia hesitated: "As long as you go and send food to the prince, the prince will definitely ask to see you."

Although it is almost impossible to go out as long as you enter Dali Temple without losing your skin, the prince has different identities. The person above did not say how to deal with the prince for a long time, and others dared not take the prince too much.

At the same time, in the cell of Dali Temple.

Walking in from the door, the cells were closed and lifeless. Even the officials in charge were silent. Unlike ordinary government office cells, Dali Temple was in charge of people with high powers and high positions.

There are not many people who take advantage of the situation, but since Shen Qingqiu took office, this situation has been cleared.

No matter what mistakes you make, there will always be severe punishments on the law, and privately mocking you for taking advantage of the situation. It is just to vent your jealousy and disgusting in your heart.

The innermost cell is clean and simple, with a wooden bed, a standing wooden table, and a round stool.

Fu Mian bent one knee and sat on the wooden bed, his eyes falling on the book in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and calm, and his beauty was restrained.

Through the iron railing, an official stared at him and inexplicably lost his mind.

After a moment, someone next to him pressed against his arm and whispered: "You don't want to die? Who dares to stare at me?"

The official immediately came back to his senses, laughed awkwardly, pulled the person who reminded him to walk away, and a faint voice came: "This nobleman is a nobleman, even in this cell, he was not in a hurry..."

"...But, this prince looks really... good-looking..."

He had never read any books, and after a while, he just said "good-looking".

This was enough to make the man who reminded him worried and sternly rebuked: "I think you really don't want to live anymore! That's what you can think of..."

As the two of them walked away, they gradually couldn't hear clearly. Fu Mian's movements of lowering his eyes and reading books remained unchanged. After only a while, he raised his eyebrows and curled the corners of his lips, but his smile was not enough to reach the bottom of his eyes, which made him feel a little cold.

After a moment, he threw away the book. At some point, a person stood in front of the iron railing. He buried his head, his body covered with the clothes of the officers of the Dali Temple.

Fu Mian raised his eyes and asked lightly:

"Is Shen Qingqiu here?"

Next to the iron railing, the man said softly, paused for a moment, and then said, "But, sir, still don't want to see Your Highness."

Fu Mian was wearing a prison clothes and clean. He nodded as if nothing had happened: "No hurry, he will come."

The man was anxious: "Your Highness! Judging from the servant, Shen Qingqiu didn't want to save you at all, otherwise how could he keep avoiding Lord Guo and the others?"

The Lord Guo who he mentioned was the Minister of Personnel and was all the princes.

Fu Mian only glanced at him, and the man immediately lowered his head and said silently, barely: "It's a slave who said too much."

Fu Mian's face became lighter than he had just now.

He used to love to rub the ring on his hand, but when he entered the cell, all his objects faded, and now he can only tap the edge of the bed with his fingers.

It seemed to be rhythmic, and it was not too slow, and the person outside was anxious to see it.

Fu Mian chuckled in his heart.

Shen Qingqiu would not save him. After all, he was able to enter Dali Temple thanks to his fuel to it.

How much did his good son An hide from him?

After a moment, Fu Mian asked: "After the news came out last time, will the concubine of the Virtuous King enter the palace?"

He didn't say anything, but the man knew it very well and immediately said, "I've entered, on the day of Meng Zhaoyi's birthday, the imperial edict will be passed on."

Fu Mia smiled with a smile on his lips:

"That's enough."

A nonsensical sentence made the man puzzle: "What's enough?"

After he finished speaking, the prison cell was silent for a moment. He saw the prince, who had always been gentle, smile on his eyebrows. He was still gentle, but inexplicably frightened.

He heard the prince say softly:

"Zi'an will come to see the orphan."

The man spoke hoarsely, although he didn't understand the confidence of His Highness, he finally chose to trust. He bowed a little and retreated silently before others patrolled him.

After Shen Qingqiu entered Dali Temple, he cleaned his hands first. As soon as he was about to handle official duties, he saw Zhu Cesium hurried in.

Zhuca's face looked a little embarrassed, and he presented an object with both hands:

"Sir, the letter from the East Palace."

Shen Qingqiu's eyebrows were caught off guard.

East Palace?

Since the prince was imprisoned by Dali Temple, the Eastern Palace has been very quiet. The Princess did not return to the mansion to help the soldiers, and even asked people to close the gate of the Eastern Palace.

Others may be puzzled, but Shen Qingqiu knew that even if the Crown Princess didn't give the order, he was afraid that no one in the Eastern Palace would go back to his parents' home for help.

But the Crown Princess took all her condemnation attention.

A hint of sarcasm flashed through Shen Qingqiu's eyes.

If there is no jealousy in the backyard of He Mansion in this world, it is probably the Eastern Palace.

They were all frightened of the prince.

The prince was not keen on men and women, and he would just quietly appreciate their beautiful skin.

At first, maybe I didn’t realize something was wrong, but over time, how could it not make people feel creepy?

When Zhu Cesia saw that the Lord stopped, she said:

"It's... the Crown Princess."

After saying this, he thought it was a bit ridiculous.

After the prince’s accident, the first letter from the Eastern Palace was sent to him as a “traitor”?

The three words "Crown Princess" finally made Shen Qingqiu's eyes fluctuate.

He reached out, took the envelope, and opened it.

Zhuca didn't know what was written in the letter, but saw that the adult who had just opened the envelope suddenly became embarrassed, and was so gloomy. Shen Qingqiu pinched a corner of the envelope, almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out: "Fu, mercapto!"

Zhu Cesium was shocked and hurriedly lowered her head.

The letter only briefly wrote a few words:

Mingwu, June 28th.

Shen Qingqiu has been with Fu Mian for many years and has known Fu Mian a lot. Although this letter is only a few simple words, it is enough for him to know what the Crown Princess wants to say.

Ming, Ming's Mansion.

Nowadays, the only ones who can still involve Prince Ming’s mansion are the crown prince Fu Mian and An Hu Ling.

Fu Mia is still there, but only An Huling is missing.

Anhu Order was not found in the Eastern Palace.

On June 28th, the emperor personally told the concubine of the wise king to enter the palace.

He had not yet understood what the Lord summoned the man to do, but now this letter has completely answered his doubts.

Xianwang Mansion, Jinheyuan.

After entering July, the weather became hotter and hotter, and Zhou Yun was not allowed to use an ice basin. He was so impatient that he was so impatient about the sun.

In the corridor, the leaves blocked the warm light and brought some shade. Even the maid next to her was shaking a round fan.

Zhou Yun pursed her lips impatiently, and walked in battle with her legs. Suddenly, she pushed Shi Qiu away, and her eyes turned red as if she was deflated: "I will not leave!"

The maids were coaxing her in a panic, and Shi Chun felt very distressed:

"Master, you have just taken two steps and a few more steps, and we will go back and rest."

Zhou Yun leaned half on Shi Qiu. The more they coaxed her, the more grievance she felt in her heart.

The longer she was pregnant, her legs became swollen. She often couldn't sleep at night. Occasionally, cramps almost hurt so much that it killed her half her life. She was the most coquettish and couldn't stand the pain.

Fu Yun stayed with her for several nights and could not fall asleep almost all night.

There was someone beside him humming and crying and crying pain. It was amazing that Fu Yun could sleep.
To be continued...