"I personally think that the princess is the only woman in Kyoto who is most suitable for finding a husband."
Song Yanqing bent down on the terrace and picked up a pot of green grass from the ground, filling the vacant spot of the flower. She was busy arranging the flowers and plants, not intending to answer his words.
"For such a good woman, firstly, her family is prominent, and her career will be as powerful as a tiger's; secondly, she has a good personality, and her husband and wife are harmonious; and more importantly, the princess is a rare smart person, Mr. Song, what do you think?"
Qin Wuhui smiled, looking down at the mahogany box he was playing with in his hand. The box was full, and it sounded like it was stuffed with a lot of things.
After saying that, he handed it to Song Yanqing who was playing with flowers and plants. He glanced sideways, lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a dark shadow. He raised his hand to take the box, his warm fingertips traced the carved auspicious cloud pattern, and sat back.
In front of the case, he said coldly: "Sir, it's better to go home and discuss these words with your parents."
After Qin Wuhui heard this, he covered his face with a feather fan, revealing his pointed tiger fangs, and couldn't help but laugh a few times: "Your Majesty, you are funny."
"That being the case, your Excellency may wish to seriously consider the strategy proposed below..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Yanqing raised his eyes to look at Qin Wuhui and said in a deep voice: "There is no need to think about it. Sir is very thoughtful and the plan will be foolproof. Let's talk about the rest with the two royal censors."
After that, he put away the book before the case, made room, placed the box upright in front of him, gently opened the lock, and concentrated on playing with the contents of the box.
Qin Wuhui continued: "Then let's talk about it tomorrow. You heard me just now. I have to catch up with my old friends tonight."
Shen Yi, who had just returned, understood what he was saying. He rolled his eyes and said hurriedly: "Sir, today's affairs must be completed today. Tomorrow, Master Mu and I will have other affairs. It only lasts two days, so please hurry up with us."
Explain clearly that it would be better to make arrangements early."
Qin Wuhui nodded and thought about it, with some calculation in his eyes, and continued to say meaningfully to Song Yanqing: "Does it have to be tonight?"
After Shen Yi listened harshly, his face showed embarrassment. This Mr. Qin Wuhui Qin was indeed as strange as the rumors. He was a fairy boy. He was able to write at the age of seven. He entered the Imperial Academy at the age of thirteen and became famous among them. Then he traveled with the sage and his master. He heard that
I have gained a lot, but I only see an outstanding temperament, but my temperament is back to nature - I can't understand what I am saying...
If Song Yanqing had his temper, he might be afraid that he would persuade Qin Wuhui to find another job...
After asking, it became more and more embarrassing. Mu Huashu had nothing to say at first, but now he had to stand up and try to smooth things over, "Sir, if there is something urgent, you might as well..."
"What? Sir, are you in a hurry to discuss marriage?" Song Yanqing raised her eyes and spoke softly, with a smile on her lips, but there was some provocation in her eyes, which was not very obvious and fleeting.
Mu Huashu closed her mouth, looked at that person, and lowered her eyebrows. His mood had not changed since he came back, and he treated her very well. He couldn't fault her...
Seeing Song Yanqing concentrating on playing with some small objects in his hands, his heart tightened, feeling sour and unhappy.
Qin Wuhui pursed his lips and smiled, finally defeated, and said with a salute: "Of course, we put important things first."
Shen Yiyan immediately spoke and asked Qin Wuhui to come to the front hall to discuss matters. Mu Huashu glanced at Song Yanqing who was focused on the box, stepped forward to remove the wind-proof bamboo curtain on the balcony, held up the breeze with his bright wrist, and then gently asked:
"It's cold, I'm afraid it's going to rain."
Song Yanqing's eyes tightened, but the movements of her hands did not stop. She responded softly and continued to rummage through the box without paying any attention to it.
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"Miss, did you deliver the letter in the red box? Are we going to ask Mr. Song for help?"
Ah Shui asked doubtfully while covering Chu Shou's legs with a thin blanket.
Chu Shou raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Ah Shui to ask such a question. He shook his head and denied, "I haven't sent the letter yet. There are just some small things in the box. It's just an old agreement."
Ah Shui hurriedly rolled down the curtain to block the wind and cold, "The rain has stopped at night, and I'm afraid there won't be a sunny day again in the morning."
"Can the murderer be caught by just relying on the secrets of the Imperial Guard? Could it be that... the young lady wants to do it herself?!"
Ah Shui said what he was thinking, and immediately sat down and looked at Chu Shou with a sad face. It turned out that his wife was about to be well taken care of, but he couldn't get involved in any more troubles!
Chu Shou smiled slightly, his pear blossoms bloomed, and he said with relief: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate is now considered to be very knowledgeable. They know much more information than we do. I believe they have their own arrangements and will definitely protect His Majesty's safety."
"The Qianqiu Banquet in the future is the best opportunity for the murderer to continue committing crimes. If he can be caught, it will be good to find out..."
As she spoke, the cloud of worry suddenly shifted to Chu Shou's face. She leaned on the carriage and said melancholy: "But the assassin is not a fool. A trap like the Qianqiu Banquet must be well guarded. Can he really get into it?"
Ah Shui held up the hem of her skirt, bowed and sat next to Chu Shou, then held her against his shoulders and said softly: "Didn't Three Thousands say that since His Majesty's accident, Commander Wei had people surround the entire palace?"
They were very strict and asked people to count the palaces. Although I still have no clue, the person must be somewhere in the palace and dare not act rashly. If I were him, instead of worrying about being searched out, I might as well give it a go and be sure
To get rid of...get rid of..."
Ah Shui completely immersed himself in the role, speaking with righteous indignation, but he didn't dare to say more about who to get rid of.
After Chu Shou heard this, he immediately raised his head and laughed at her, and then his eyes flashed with a fierce look, like a ferocious beast lying in wait, and he whispered: "My princess has plenty of time to deal with them. It is best to capture this bastard alive. I have to put him in a turtle shell."
It cannot be broken into pieces."
The group of people walked along Chang'an Avenue. People around them were scattered in the rain with their sleeves in their sleeves, watching the excitement. They all talked about who was sitting in the car.
"Is it the empress in the palace who comes out to worship Buddha again?"
"His Majesty has been ill recently, and all the ladies should be there to take good care of him..."
"Yes, these are all forbidden troops. With such a huge formation, could it be the eldest princess?"
"Although the eldest princess is a bit exaggerated, she's not that exaggerated, huh? Could it be that she has fallen in love with some young master from another family?"
"Where is the eldest princess? A few days ago, Fang was grounded by His Majesty for arresting people into the palace. It's impossible, impossible..."
"Eh? Brother Ah San, I remember someone!"
"Oh? Dear brother, please speak."
"It's okay to talk, but...the money for the drinks?"
"Oh, I'll spare you a meal. If you don't tell me, I'll be heartbroken."
"I heard that Princess Ruchuan returned to Beijing yesterday. No, she led troops to surround the Metropolitan Procuratorate the next day."
When the wine seller Asan heard this, he was surprised and said: "Princess? Yes, yes, it's the princess!"
This is right!
Who cares whether she is from the Procuratorate of the Capital or the Forest Court, the Cow Court and the Horse Court...
My whole body and mind feel comfortable, and my shouting is a little louder. I can’t sell the wine, but I can’t live without eating this melon...
On the carriage, Chu Shou was too lazy to be polite and directly asked him as usual: "Commander Wei, have you gained anything from checking everywhere these days?"
Wei Yucheng walked outside the car, lowered his head slightly, and replied in a low voice: "Back to the princess, I haven't gained anything yet, but Feilou is far away from the palace gates. According to the situation that day, the assassin must still be in the palace.
"
Chu Shou raised his eyebrows and raised his lips in a smile. Sure enough, he was fooled. He pretended not to know and said, "Oh? So there is an assassin?"
Wei Yucheng secretly thought that it was not good and continued to answer: "Yes... It's just that the empress was afraid of causing a disturbance and claimed that she fell from the horse. I will think that... the empress has informed the princess, so..."
Before he finished speaking, Chu Shou sneered and said: "Your Majesty has not yet been laid to rest, has Commander Wei forgotten who his master is so quickly? Or does Commander Wei really want to help my little aunt conquer the country?"
Hearing the knock on Chu Shou's words, Wei Yucheng still said sternly: "When the matter is urgent, I will think that what the empress said is indeed the safest. In recent days, some things have been handled improperly, and I will realize my mistake. But I will swear to it."
, I have no doubts about His Majesty!"
Chu Shou opened the curtain of the car with a smile on his face. He was no longer as cold as before. His smile was full of smiles. He looked innocent and harmless, but made Commander Wei more and more frightened.
It was not that he had never seen the abilities of this princess, and he understood the turbulence under this smile, and he could only sigh to himself - he really had the true inheritance of the smiling tiger of Dali Temple...
Chu Shou handed the pot of wood lotus handle to Commander Wei and said: "It's just a joke. Commander Wei is sincere in every word. How can I not believe you? Then please ask Commander Wei to hand over this life-saving medicinal material to Zhongshan."
king."
Wei Yucheng immediately nodded and respectfully took the magnolia handle with both hands. When the car curtain was drawn down, he raised his hand to wipe away the fine sweat on his forehead.
After a while, the carriage slowly stopped.
Wei Yucheng lightly knocked on the car door, lowered his head and said, "Princess, the General's Mansion has arrived."
Chu Shou opened his eyes, feeling a little tired. He held his head, a little depressed and uneasy, and continued to instruct: "If the assassin is hiding in the palace, and someone is secretly helping him, and the investigation is useless, then he will turn his hands to guard the main hall.
, the rest of the people are arranged in various places outside the palace, and everyone who comes in and out must be registered, and only those who have taken off their armor can enter the palace."
"In addition, we must strengthen patrols in the palace day and night. Don't forget to ask people to guard the moats outside the palace. Don't let out even a fly in the sky or in the water."
Commander Wei bowed his head, clasped his fists, and said firmly: "Yes."
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It's night, in a restaurant, in Linzhou.
"Look, Your Highness, it's the one in Tsing Yi."
The third prince bent down and looked through the window for a long time. His whole body was blocked by Xue Yang's head. Finally, he got impatient. He raised his hand and chopped off the folding fan, "Hiss,
I'll cut your head off, but you should get out of the way!"
"Hey, hey, hey." Xue Yang ran to the back, holding his head and squeaking.
The third prince snorted at him, then looked left and right, gradually frowned, straightened his waist, crossed his arms across his chest, and tapped his chin with a folding fan to examine it carefully.
Then he asked doubtfully: "You mean...the real censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate is that boy?"
"That's right, Shen Yi Ke and Mu Huashu only had the title of imperial censor, and yesterday someone came to report that Shen Yi Ke had personally taken him back after inspecting Tianguan. At that time, someone set up an ambush in two states, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate also
Many people were captured."
Xue Yang replied firmly, and the other people sitting in the room nodded and started whispering.
"That's it..."
"Yeah."
…
The third prince's eyes followed Song Yanqing's movement, he twisted his lips to think, and then asked nonchalantly: "Name?"
"Song Yanqing."
"Song?"
The third prince turned around in confusion, lowered his head and muttered, "Song?" He walked slowly with his hands behind his back, tapping his folding fan on his back.
Seeing that the third prince didn't believe it, Xue Yang stepped forward and pointed, and continued: "Look, the Thirteenth Niang personally led him upstairs, and the one named Shen was following behind him!"
The third prince immediately turned around to look again, struck hard again, raised his foot and kicked, shouting: "Go, go, get up!"
Xue Yang covered his head, looked at his butt, and begged for mercy, but gloated: "That Shen Yi Yan usually drags as much as two to five to eight thousand, but now he is following other people's butt, but he is very obedient!"
After hearing this, the third prince frowned, why is he such a fool with long hair and short knowledge? He cursed loudly: "As soon as that guy named Song comes back, the momentum of the Metropolitan Procuratorate will only get stronger, he is short-sighted!"
"It's so short-sighted!"
Angrily, he pointed at the folding fan and repeated it twice. Xue Yang lowered his brows and shrank to one side and became quiet.
The third prince took a hard look, fanned vigorously, impatiently put down the bamboo curtain and returned to the room to sit down with his hands behind his back.
With a long sigh, he stuffed a few grapes into his mouth, drank heavily, and tapped his hand on the table again and again.
The people sitting in the room were all the sons of the rich and powerful. They were all well-known dandies in Kyoto. On weekdays, they only used their family money to hang out in various teahouses and restaurants, eating and drinking with Zhao Zhen, the third prince in the capital. Have fun, listen to songs, meet beauties, and live a rich life.
"Maybe our thinking is too complicated. Maybe Shen Yi is afraid of offending too many people, and someone is seeking revenge, so he pushed a scapegoat."
"But the Metropolitan Procuratorate is His Majesty's personal guard, and the official position of Du Censor was actually given to him... But the decisive and murderous style of the Metropolitan Procuratorate doesn't look like the handiwork of the young man in blue, but People should not be judged by their appearance..."
After everyone heard this, they began to agree again.
"Your Highness, there is no need to worry. After all, this Imperial Court still belongs to the royal family. Your Highness, as ambitious as you are, don't they all belong to you in the end?"
From the beauty on her shoulder came the delicate voice, so soft that it could squeeze water out of her mouth, and her words were full of compliments, filled with the beauty of spring.
The third prince lowered his eyes and pretended to look affectionately at the beauty clinging to him. He raised his hand and held the folding fan and gently stroked his delicate face. There was a little more pity in his eyes and he said softly: "What the beauty said. It makes sense, but it’s a pity that it doesn’t make sense.”
After that, he pushed Le Ji out. She followed the tilted stool and hit the bead curtain. For a moment, the bead curtain jingled, broke and fell to the floor.
Le Ji immediately panicked, and regardless of the bruises on her body, she knelt down and begged for mercy, "I said the wrong thing, Your Highness, please spare my life, Your Highness, please spare your life!"
"Get out! Get out of here, Your Highness!" Zhao Zhen frowned and shouted, his sleeves swept over the utensils on the table, and all of them flew to Le Ji. For a moment, the ground was covered with messes.
When everyone saw this, there was not much excitement, it was just a common occurrence. They all lowered their heads to comfort the frightened beauty in their arms.
Some of them didn't want to get close to women, so they just drank sake in silence.
Then the two little maids who were serving Le Ji paid their respects and immediately helped up the injured Le Ji and quickly left, not daring to express their anger. The sound of Le Ji crying and begging to stay gradually faded away, and the room became quiet again.
The bead curtain hung steadily in the air, as if nothing had happened.
The continuous music was interrupted and then resumed, but it was a little tighter. Most of the others lowered their heads and continued to play cautiously.
Too many words lead to misunderstandings, but just one sentence touched the third prince's back... His love was no longer there.
The third prince said in a deep voice, "Idiot," with a gloomy look on his face.
Although the people sitting around below looked solemn and did not smile, they also hurriedly agreed:
"Your Highness, calm down!"
"Don't be familiar with that person..."
"Keep listening to the music and drink and drink!"
The third prince suppressed his anger, and suddenly thought of something, he changed the topic, "Eh? By the way, Boshan? Are you busy with the imperial concubine's Qianqiu Banquet these days? Have you found a beauty with a soft waist to dance with?"
Following the third prince, everyone's eyes fell on the man in the corner of the room.
Luo Qi, Luo Boshan, is the legitimate son of King You Yan of the vassal state. You Yan was defeated in the war and surrendered to Ming Qi. Later, in order to consolidate the affiliation between the two countries, he was adopted by Ming Qi and given to King Xing five years ago. To put it nicely,
It's called adoption, which sounds a bit harsher. It means the proton sent by that small country.
Prince Xing is your Majesty's biological brother and has no children. All three of his concubines fell ill within a few years of his marriage. Rumor has it that it was because he had some quirks that made him unattractive...
Therefore, he left on the pretext of contracting an illness, but the reason why he couldn't explain clearly was only understood by Prince Xing and the three princesses.
For this reason, His Majesty gave him severe orders several times and ordered that he was not allowed to marry and have children again. He couldn't bear to see him alone and without a successor, so he adopted the hostage that was originally going to be raised in the palace directly into the name of Prince Xing.
Less than three years later, King Xing died suddenly. It was said that his death was in a miserable state, and there were rumors that it was the three princesses who came to seek their lives.
After King Xing passed away, it was logical that Luo Qi should inherit the throne, but due to his status, he was only named the crown prince.
Luo Qi was born with peach blossoms in his eyebrows, his eyes were like autumn waves, blazing with the sun, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he was tall and tall. He should have the temperament of a libertine wandering among flowers, but he had the temperament of a refined gentleman.
He has a good appearance and a good expression. He is not as bold and bold as the men in the north, but he perfectly balances the temperaments of the Central Plains and the south of the Yangtze River. His natural Xiaoxiao solemnity, hearty and clear movements, and a little bit of the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River.
So lingering and graceful.
As the world has seen, Luo Qi also prefers to miss flowers. Not only musicians and dancers, but also some ladies who believe in their high status and noble families also fall at his feet in the name of literary friends.
He is also famous for his indulgence in sex and beauty. He spends two-thirds of a year wandering around Yanliu Alley in various restaurants. He is not just for appearances. What is more attractive is his talent in music theory and literature.
He composed music, lyrics, and performed line dance costumes for many Qing Dynasty musicians, all of whom became famous for a while. His tunes became popular in Kyoto and captured the hearts of many Kyoto women.
Such an action also attracted harsh ridicule from the young master of Kyoto, saying that she was indeed beautiful, indeed slender and white, and indeed as beautiful as a beautiful woman... She had nothing but racy words and vulgar lyrics.
, indeed—can’t get on the stage.
However, these people not only did not influence him, but also received a lot of cold looks from the women in Kyoto. After five years away from the capital, Chu Shou indeed missed a lot...
At this time, Luo Qi was half-lying on a low couch by the window, and in front of him sat a Qingguo who was good at playing the harp, playing the guqin that was placed in front of him.
His slender hands wandered around the beauty's body. The candlelight was extinguished, leaving only the moonlight and night light shining through the window paper on the beauty's pearl-colored gauze skirt, like the sparkling water on the water under the sun. In the end, the hand
It slid along the beautiful woman's jade arm to the hand playing the piano, and led the Qing Guoren to pluck the strings every now and then.
The beauty's cheeks were caressed by the moonlight. After lingering for a while, a blush slowly appeared, like a red rose blooming under the moon. Her face was teased by the moonlight with a shy look, and her eyes reflected the spring light.
This guqin was Luo Qi's private collection. Its sound was pure and pure, and its rising and falling sounds hit her heart. Then it floated to the horizon, like a stone sinking into a lake, leaving only ripples.
This is what he loves most - the beauty's fall, the beauty's inability to help herself... Even two guqins can't change such a spring night.
Hearing someone mention him, Luo Qi slowly stood up, with a slightly sullen look in his eyes. He pushed the beauty away gently, stood up, gathered up his robe, lifted up the veil, and walked forward slowly.
, said lazily: "Your Highness is looking for smart people, but I don't have any here."
"Oh? Bo Shan blames me for disturbing your good deeds?"
Luo Qi leaned against the pillar and forced out a smile. It was really annoying that Le Ji was introduced by Luo Qi and was a delicate woman, but she was treated so rudely.
The blush on his face has not faded away, his eyes are affectionate, but his face is gloomy and stern, which is not annoying, but rather cute.
Looking at Luo Qi's angry face, the third prince became playfully happy, and continued to say carelessly: "At this time! That maid spoke so rudely and harbored evil intentions. I didn't hurt her at all. I didn't have to ask you to know."
People don’t understand their faults, so you’ll get angry! It’s boring! It’s boring! It’s very boring!”
As soon as the third prince finished speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open. The door hit one side of the wall and bounced back.
Before the man could retract his hand that pushed the door, one foot stepped in first.
Seeing this, the third prince was about to have another attack, and he got up with a slap on the table. He had reserved this private room for ten years, and he just needed to write "for the exclusive use of the third prince". Who the unlucky blind man dared to bump into him!
"Who is it!" Xue Yang also held back his anger and shouted loudly towards the door.
Then, as the third prince rushed forward fiercely, the others stood up one after another, frowning and looking at the door that was still bouncing back and forth, ready to join in the condemnation.
All the people looked fierce, secretly swearing that they would definitely make that person unable to eat and walk around. Only Luo Qi continued to teach the beauty how to play the piano...