The scholar was obviously scolding, but Jiang Tang smiled softly.
Being angry means that he still cares.
After a while, Fang Daru calmed down and looked at the girl in the room: "Since he didn't ask you to come, why did you tell me this?"
When Jiang Tang heard this, the smile on his face was faint, adding a bit of sadness: "I just want to make the prince happy."
As soon as she said this, she received a look of disapproval from the old man.
Jiang Tang pursed his lips and seemed to have finally strengthened his confidence. He raised his head and said, "Old sir, to be honest, Your Majesty actually suffers from a headache and often can't sleep all night long. The imperial doctor said that this is all caused by heart disease. Your Majesty.
He...has lost too much."
Just a few sentences, but it makes people think wildly.
Fang Daru frowned, but said nothing.
Jiang Tang's voice was gentle and had a unique charm: "Although the prince is in a high position, he has always lived a lonely life. He has no friends and no brothers to talk to. But whatever he wants to do, no matter whether it is good or bad, he will definitely do it.
He was opposed by everyone and no one was on his side."
Fang Daru snorted coldly: "Hasn't his bad temper offended enough people? Even dogs don't want to pay attention to him!"
However, even though he said this, he already believed it in his heart.
"And is he as miserable as you said? I am quite happy to see him!"
The great Confucian who said this thought of the night when he was stunned by anger, and the sadness that finally arose was suddenly dispersed.
"Old sir, do you know why this great jade salt farm suddenly fell from the hands of the eldest princess to the hands of my prince?"
Jiang Tang slowed down his voice and spoke word by word: "This is just compensation for him."
compensate?
Da Ru's eyes finally looked serious.
Jiang Tang poured another cup of tea in a leisurely manner and handed it to the old man: "Originally, these words should not have been spoken by me, but I know that the prince in the world is most unwilling to be misunderstood by you, the teacher, so today
So I explained it to him shamelessly."
Jiang Tang paused for a moment and did not rush to speak, but suddenly asked an unrelated question: "You two came from Lan County. You must have heard many stories about princes killing people in the palace on the way.
It’s over.”
This sentence reminded both the master and the servant of the bloody scene they saw that night, and their expressions did not look good.
Precisely because he "saw it with his own eyes", the scholar had no choice but to believe that the child he taught back then had really changed now.
Jiang Tang smiled and said: "Looking at the expression on the old gentleman's face, I know that you have heard about it."
Then the next moment, she stopped smiling: "What I want to say is that the prince killed all the enemy spies hiding in the palace. None of those people were innocent, and they all left behind charges.
But the only thing that comes out is that King Rong is cruel and cruel. Do you think this is normal?"
For a moment, many words flashed through Fang Daru's mind, such as "commates fighting against each other", "political enemies attacking" and "intrigue".
Until he was called back by the girl's gentle but powerful voice: "But everyone has forgotten that before the reputation of his murderous nature spread, my prince was most widely known for fighting against the Beirong and protecting the family.
A great hero of the country. But what about now?"
The girl smiled miserably: "Everyone only remembers that he was cruel and murderous. But in fact, he killed all the people who deserved to be killed, and he never accidentally injured a common person outside."
With just one word, the master and the servant were stunned to the spot, and did not speak for a long time.
Jiang Tang quietly listened to the system playback, and when she reached a value that she felt was about the same, she spoke in a soft voice:
"Sir, please don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else by saying this. I just hope that you can be more tolerant to the prince. In fact, in his heart, he has always cared about you. He never wants to have a dispute with you and hurt you..."
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[Does the host think that Fang Huaiwen will believe what you say? 】
As soon as he came out of the yard, the shocked system finally found an opportunity and couldn't wait to speak.
"Who knows? Anyway, I've tried my best, but if it still doesn't work..."
[What if it still doesn’t work?] The system asked in an extremely humble manner?
Jiang Tang chuckled lightly, with a sweet smile and a sweet voice: "If it still doesn't work, let Xiao Yinhan die."
"Ah sneeze——"
Xiao Yin suddenly sneezed, causing the guards behind him to turn blue in the face.
Shunzi hesitated and walked up: "Your Majesty, you won't catch a cold, right? Why don't I take the lead today..."
"Shut up! Go!"
The man stopped in a cold voice, tightened the reins, and spurred the horse forward.
Seeing this, the men and horses behind him immediately cheered up and chased after him.
In the room, after Jiang Tang left, looking at the pensive master, the old servant hesitated and said: "Master, in fact, when you passed out that night, I heard with my own ears the nervous call you 'teacher'
…”
Da Ru's hand fell on the table for a moment, but his expression became even darker.
No matter what Jiang Tang said just now, nothing could be as shocking as the old servant's words to Fang Daru...
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In the evening, when Xiao Yinhan returned home, the news he received was:
What Fang Daru didn't mention again about leaving the house was that he not only drank medicine honestly at night and asked the doctor to check his pulse, but also mentioned that he would not drink porridge tomorrow morning and would eat noodles instead.
Although it was just an ordinary request, it almost made the servant who was serving him cry with surprise.
So as soon as the prince came back, he came over to deliver the message.
Similarly, Xiao Yinhan was a little confused after hearing this, but he did not show it.
Until after dinner, when he and Jiang Tang were alone in the room, he sat on the temporary desk in the room to deal with the official duties that had been delayed during the day, and did not ask Jiang Tang.
Jiang Tang took a look and found that the lights over there were a little dim, so he took a silver hairpin and gently flicked the hanging candle wick.
There was a "pop" sound, and the sparks suddenly brightened.
She took back the silver hairpin and wanted to go back and put it back on the table, but who would have thought that when she passed behind the man, he would grab her arm and pull her into his arms.
Jiang Tang was frightened, and quickly threw away the hairpin in his hand, turning back with an angry look: "Your Majesty, what if I scratch you?"
Xiao Yinhan glanced at the extremely simple silver hairpin and looked away with disgust.
Wei Kuang pinched Jiang Tang's chin, forcing the little girl to raise her head, and her voice was a little hoarse: "What did you say to him this afternoon?"
Jiang Tang quickly realized that the man was asking Fang Daru: "I didn't say anything. The slave said that the situation in the city is unclear now and asked him to take good care of himself first. Daru was very generous and agreed immediately."
Xiao Yinhan sneered, not believing such nonsense at all: "That stubborn old man can't be so easy to talk to."
As he spoke, the man unconsciously kneaded his slim waist with his palms, and his stern brows were a bit gloomy: "In a few days, I will send someone to take him back to Beijing."