Early the next morning, Changshou got up early. He took Tong Jia's warrant and went to Gaofu to get his waist badge. He said that his family was sick and he wanted to go out to visit. After leaving Prince Yong's Mansion, Changshou looked around to see if there was anyone suspicious.
Afterwards, he turned around and headed towards Prince Lian's Mansion.
After the gatekeeper announced, Changshou was able to enter. He saw Yinzhen in the side hall, and Yinzhen happened to be there. When he saw him coming in, the two stopped talking. Yinzhen raised his chin and asked, "Your master asked you to come."
What's going on here?"
Changshou called Qian'er and said: "Master asked the slave to tell the Eighth Prince that the letter has been received. As soon as he finds something useful, he will tell the Eighth Prince immediately. Please rest assured, the Eighth Prince."
Yinsu nodded noncommittally, with a deep smile on his lips, "What else? Your master sent you out specifically, not just to tell me this, right?"
Changshou's heart trembled. This eighth prince was indeed as shrewd as the master said. It would be very difficult to hide it from him. Thinking of this, he said: "Yes, the master has one more thing to ask."
Ba Ye makes it perfect."
Yinhu played with the lid of the tea cup and said with a smile but not a smile: "Tell me and listen."
Changshou calmed down and recounted exactly what Tong Jia taught him before the future, "The master said that she and Mr. Fu have been apart for several years and miss him a lot, but they are in the palace so they have never been able to see each other.
Now that she knows that he has to be taken care of by Master Ba, she is very relieved. The master also said that she will go to the Old Summer Palace to stay temporarily in a few days.
, I want to take this opportunity to listen to Fu Xianggong's opera again, and hope that the eighth master can fulfill the master's wish." As early as when Concubine Yang Yi pointed out Tong Jia's family to Yinzhen, Yinzhen, just in case,
Fu Congzhi had been secretly placed under house arrest, so Zhou Yongcai could not find Fu Congzhi and could not determine whether the rumors were true or false.
"Have you finished speaking?" Yinhu asked with a smile that never diminished. After Changshou nodded, he threw the lid of the tea cup on the mouth of the cup, making a soft tinkling sound, "Go back and tell your master, Fu Congzhi and
She is not in the capital, so it may be difficult to fulfill her wish for a while."
Changshou didn't expect him to refuse with such words. He couldn't help being dumbfounded. He was stunned for a while and then said: "Can you trouble the eighth master to let Mr. Fu come to Beijing? The master really wants to see Mr. Fu again."
Yinsu brushed his silver-blue robe with gold thread piping disapprovingly, stood up and said: "There are always opportunities, why rush?" He no longer gave Changshou a chance to continue, and directly ordered someone to see the guests off.
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Although Changshou was unwilling, he had nothing to do. Others said nothing, and no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless. Fortunately, the master had already expected such a result before coming, so he arranged a back-up plan in advance, hoping that the back-up plan would succeed.
It is said that Changshou did not leave after leaving Prince Lianjun's mansion. Instead, he hid aside. When he saw Yinzhen coming out, he hurriedly followed him. When he reached a rarely visited alley, he walked quickly and ran across the street.
In front of Yinzhen, who was dressed in sapphire blue and embroidered with the eight-treasure group pattern, he called Qian'er and said, "I'm going to say hello to Master Jiu. Good luck to Master Nine!"
"Is that you?" Yinzhen recognized him at a glance and asked in surprise: "What are you doing here?"
Changshou secretly took a breath and said, "This slave knows that Master Jiu has a Bodhisattva heart, so he boldly came to ask Master Jiu for mercy, and the master's only wish was fulfilled."
"You mean Fu Congzhi?" Yinzhen frowned and said, "Didn't Bage say that Fu Congzhi is not in the capital? It's useless to beg me again."
"Whether he is in the capital or not is just a matter of words between the two masters. The master knows that the eighth master is wary of her, so he refuses to let her see Mr. Fu. However, the master really has no other thoughts. He just wants to see Mr. Fu.
My husband, listen to his opera again and you will finally get to know each other." See you.
Yinzhen was silent, and he continued: "Master has tried his best to investigate the death case, and I believe he will get the news soon. Master said that as long as the two masters can let her fulfill her wish, she will wholeheartedly do it for her in the future.
As you two masters take care of things, Prince Yong's Mansion will have no secrets in front of you two masters."
"Oh?" Yinzhen raised his sword eyebrows slightly. Listening to Changshou's words, Tong Jia seemed to be willing to do things for them in the future, rather than being coerced like now. It would be best if this was true, but he intuitively felt that things were not that simple.
What's more, dealing with Yinzhen is not beneficial to Tong Jia, so why did she suddenly change her attitude?
When Yinzhen asked this question, Changshou hesitated a little, and after a while he hesitated and said: "To be honest with Master Jiu, in fact, the master has never forgotten his love for Xianggong Fu..."
This sentence alone is enough. I think Tong Jia was thinking about her old love in the past. She liked to hear him sing and see him again. They were just excuses. The real reason was that she wanted to
Renew old love.
Thinking of this, Yinzhen gradually showed a smile. Hasn't the fourth child always been strict about himself? If he knew that he had been cuckolded, I wonder what his expression would be like. It's very exciting to think about. I can't wait to see it.
Naturally, Yinzhen will not let go of anything that makes Yinzhen sad. Moreover, if Tong Jia really commits adultery, then she will have a deeper grip in Bage's hands, and she will never be able to get rid of it forever.
Thinking of this, Yinzhen felt relieved and thought for a moment: "If that's the case, then fine, I'll let Fu Congzhi return to his original troupe. As for how to enter the Old Summer Palace, that's your master's business.
Already."
Changshou was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly: "Thank you very much, Master Jiu, for your help. Master will definitely be grateful for Master Jiu's kindness!"
In this way, the matter was settled, and Yinzhen returned Fu Congzhi, who was under house arrest in a suburban garden, to the Chaoyun Theater Troupe, but still sent people to keep an eye on him at all times to avoid any accidents.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, Tong Jia packed her things and went to the Old Summer Palace for a temporary stay. Just the day before entering the garden, she had already told the entire Chaoyun Opera Troupe on the pretext that she wanted to go to the theater, and everything was as she imagined.
The only thing that displeased Tong Jia was that she was not the only one entering the garden. After Ling Ruo learned that she was going to the Old Summer Palace, she also said she wanted to go. This seemed to trigger a chain reaction. Nian,
Guarjia and others all said that they had never been to the Old Summer Palace and wanted to visit it. In the end, there were more than ten cars, and all the favored women in the family went to the Old Summer Palace.
Such a large number of people is definitely not a good thing for Tong Jia who wants to do something secretly. Unfortunately, this is her only chance. If she misses it, she will never be able to seize it again.
At that time, on the way to the Old Summer Palace, Ling Ruo and Guarjia were riding in a slowly moving vermilion oil-walled carriage. The interior of the carriage, which was exposed to the warm light of the broken golden autumn sun, was a little stuffy.
The car curtains on both sides were opened and tied with a warm smoke-colored silk rope, allowing the autumn wind to blow on the face, causing the soft hair to fly freely in the air, like a naughty child.