The Regent's Tender Darling

"That's it? Is there anything else?" She looked at Xuemei.

Xuemei licked her dry lips and continued: "Afterwards, it seems that King An was taken back to the building. In the middle of the night, his hands and feet were tied and hung to the archway of Yu Street. He was seen by a watchman. Saved."

At this point, Xuemei pursed her lips in embarrassment, as if it was hard to say something, but she continued: "There are words on King An's thighs. It's a limerick, saying that King An visited a brothel. If you don't touch women, you are not keeping yourself clean, you are going to be a brothel."

Xuemei had already said it euphemistically. After all, most of the folk limericks were extremely filthy.

"Is there such a thing?" She had never heard of it before!

This was no longer an unusual thing. She remembered that Dali Temple took over the matter at that time, but few people knew about such a thing. She probably was afraid of losing the royal family's face.

At the same time, she was even more curious, where did Xuemei find out about such a thing?

When asked, Xuemei only said that King An was out on the street today, and she only found out about this after hearing a few beggars talking about it.

Although there was no curfew in the middle of the night, there were not many people around. The only people who knew about it were the watchman and a few people who happened to see it.

Among them, beggars are the most likely to be seen.

This made her even more convinced that King An had been harmed, and someone who could act like this must not be underestimated.

"What about the oiran back then?" she suddenly asked.

Xuemei was stunned, shook her head and said, "This servant didn't ask, why don't I go out and ask more?"

She rubbed her temples that were beating so hard, and shook her head gently: "That's all, it's snowing heavily outside today, let's talk about it tomorrow. You go out so frequently, it will inevitably arouse suspicion."

I'm afraid she won't be able to do anything today, and it won't be too late for her to go out tomorrow.

Then he said: "You should continue practicing calligraphy first. By the way, call Dongqing in and tell them that they don't need to clear the snow in the yard. Just leave a way in and out."

After saying that, he thought of Eleven who was still standing at the door. It was snowing so hard that it would not be good to stand outside to catch the snow, but he could not let the outside man enter the inner room, so he said: "Let Eleven go to the eaves to guard That's it, bring him a basin of charcoal fire outside."

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The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it has not stopped until Shenshi. People say that auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. It seems that next year will be a good harvest year.

Lin Jiaojiao got tired of guarding the two girls, so she left the house and went to the courtyard.

When Xiaoyun saw her walking down the eaves, he quickly held an umbrella and followed her.

Snow clumps hung on the seemingly dry pear tree in front of the court. The clusters were close together, as if it was spring.

She stepped one foot into the snow. The snow was very thick and soft. As soon as she stepped on it, the snow on both sides submerged her feet in it, and even the hem of her skirt was spread on the snow.

Every step she took made a creaking sound, which was crisp and sweet, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Mother! It's very cold in the snow." Xiaoyun warned.

She waved her hand to signal Xiaoyun to stop following her, holding up the hem of her skirt, leaving a series of footprints in the covered area of ​​the yard.

Even every hole left is small and exquisite.

Xiaoyun looked worried from the side, only Dongxue and Qin Zhi were watching the excitement under the eaves with smiles on their faces.

Qing Tao stood on the other side, frowned and entered the room.

After walking around, Lin Jiaojiao returned to the road. In fact, she liked walking in the snow and listening to the sound of the snow being stepped on underfoot.

Every year in the past, she waited for a thick layer of snow before stepping in. She waited until the snow fell enough to cover the previous footprints before continuing.

Over and over again, never tired of it.

"Empress, come into the house quickly!" Xiaoyun looked even more worried when he saw that the uppers of her shoes were a little wet.

Probably she brought Xiaoyun back from Zhao Shuang'er, so Xiaoyun was very devoted to her.

Just entering the house, Xuemei no longer practiced calligraphy, and even had no pen and ink. Dongqing was also standing on the side.

It turned out that Qingtao was in the house.

As soon as she sat down, Qingtao took off her shoes and socks, and then took a warm handkerchief to cover her feet.

Her feet, which were too cold to feel anything, quickly regained their comfort.

Qingtao is very careful in her work.

After that, she left Xiaoyun alone in the room and shunned the others.