No, gentlemen are also careful Chapter 584: The traitors cannot be suppressed without suppressing them. The Wei family has a daughter. [Please vote for me!]
Chapter 584: The traitors cannot be suppressed without suppressing them. The Wei family has a daughter. [Please vote for me!]
Luoyang, Qinghuafang.
The number of visitors, carriages and horses at the gate of Prince Wei's Mansion has become much less frequent these days.
During the Lantern Festival a few days ago, although the house was still bustling with people outside, it was no longer as busy as before.
It seems like something is missing.
Most well-informed people in the capital know recently that His Highness the King of Wei, who recently sent his white-haired man to his black-haired man, has been living in seclusion these days.
None of the guests who visited could see his face.
On the eve of the Lantern Festival, apart from the banquet and wine-drinking given by the saints in the palace, the Lantern Festival dinner in Prince Wei's palace was also held without incident. Some members of the direct lineage finished the gathering and dispersed in a hurry.
This is a rare low-key moment in these years, which is completely inconsistent with the Wei family's past style of arranging for glory, feasting on cauldrons, and riding in a row.
However, not many people discussed it in both the government and the public. The smart people ignored it tacitly and happily entered the festive atmosphere.
In this thousand-year-old ancient capital that occupies the world, let alone individuals, even the joys and sorrows of a prominent family at that time can still be difficult to compare with the joy of thousands of lights.
The trees and flowers bloom together, and the iron locks of the star bridge open.
Throughout the Lantern Festival holiday, Luoyang City, the capital of Weizhou, was still brightly lit with night markets and lively with red sleeves on high-rise buildings.
Pearls and silk flowers, fireworks and willows.
Happy three years of God’s blessing.
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"Your Majesty, it's time to eat."
In the evening, there was a sacrificial hall with dark lights and no fire.
A strong man in a black suit with a Chinese character face took small steps and quickly walked to the entrance of the sacrificial hall. He clasped his fists respectfully toward the dark door.
The two maids behind him each held food boxes and water bottles and porcelain kettles, lowering their heads and not daring to look around.
This family sacrificial hall has become a forbidden place known to everyone in the Wei Palace.
His Highness the King of Wei spent most of his time in this sacrificial hall, except for his regular morning court or attending meetings in the palace. As long as he stayed in the palace.
Two days ago, even a young princess whom His Highness the King of Wei loved and pampered very much, ran in naughtily and yelled to find his father... he was kicked out, and his mother and concubine were also grounded and deducted money.
More and more no one dares to touch the bad luck.
The strong man with Chinese character face raised his eyes slightly and saw that in the sacrificial hall filled with Wei family tablets, near the door, there was a pear tree Taishi chair.
A dark figure in a large python suit sat on a chair, resting his hands on the armrests, raising his elbow and supporting his chin, as if facing the sky outside the door, where the setting sun was like blood and the sunset returned home.
Wei Jisi was fascinated by what he saw and said nothing.
The strong man with a Chinese character waved his hand behind him, motioning for the two maids holding boxes to follow him.
He turned around and walked to a long sandalwood table placed on the corridor outside the sacrificial hall.
There are four such long sandalwood tables, all of which are thick and wide, occupying most of the space on the corridor, blocking the road, and some are placed directly in the open-air courtyard.
The strong man with a Chinese character and a maid holding a box came to the long sandalwood table.
The long table is piled with books, papers and scrolls.
He bent down, picked up a small booklet that he accidentally kicked on the ground, patted the dust, and put it on the table.
During this period, the eyes of the strong man with the Chinese character's face caught sight of some words in the small booklet.
[The east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night... and even blows them down, and the stars are like rain... BMW carvings and cars fill the road with fragrance... the sound of phoenix and flute moves, the light of jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night...]
Judging from the signature and seal, this envelope came from the Prince Xunyang's Mansion far away in Jiangzhou.
The brawny man with a Chinese character had heard of this Lantern Festival poem. In the past two days, some concubines and family members in the palace had recited it privately. It was because some fashion and trend in the city had spread.
Although the Lantern Festival Eve in Luoyang has passed for several days, this Lantern Festival poem has become popular.
I heard that this Lantern Festival poem was written by Ouyang Lianghan, a newly promoted bachelor of Xiuwenguan, Jiangzhou Sima. Now there are many girls in Luoyang City who like it.
Excellent playing and singing...
As a close confidant of the King of Wei, the strong man with a Chinese character and a handsome face certainly knew the trouble this Ouyang Lianghan had brought to the Wei family.
Next door, at Prince Liang's Mansion, I heard that His Highness Prince Liang had given a direct order not to allow the female family members of the family to chant this word.
The Prince of Wei's Mansion where he is located does not have such rules, because His Highness the Prince of Wei has been staying in the sacrificial hall these days and has not taken care of the affairs of the mansion.
In fact, some attitudes are inconvenient to express. The strong man with a Chinese character also thinks that this Lantern Festival poem is very well done. He is a martial artist and can feel the beauty of the artistic conception even if he reads a few sentences silently. Some arts do not distinguish between elegance and vulgarity...
The strong man with a Chinese character put away the small book, put it back on the table, and tidied the table top; the maids holding the boxes placed the hot food boxes and water bottles on the empty space vacated on the long sandalwood table, bowed their heads and left one after another.
I saw long sandalwood tables placed in the dark courtyard corridor, which were piled with silk-sealed books, various memorials, secret reports from the palace, and some secret letters from local officials.
Also on the table are the seal of the King of Wei, the fallen lacquer tiger talisman, the lacquer pill elixir from Zhongnan Mountain, and the white dragon pearl that a certain alchemist found from the North Sea...
Among them was a string of white jade Buddha beads that were awarded by pilgrims. Wei Jisi would carry them with him every time he went to the Imperial City Square to inspect the Songde Tianshu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. At this moment, it was also thrown on the table.
Of course, the strong man with the Chinese character's face would not dare to touch these things. He took two steps back and stood silently at the door again with his hands down without urging.
Wei Wang Wei's heir seems to have moved the entire study here. It seems that he usually handles official affairs inside and outside the palace in this corridor.
In the sacrificial hall, at a certain moment, Wei Jisi, who was in a daze with his chin in his hand, suddenly stood up.
He had removed his mourning robes, but there was still a gray-white cloth tied around his arm. He walked around in the lobby and silently offered incense to each memorial tablet.
As a current prince, and with the permission of the empress, after the death of a parent or child, there is actually no need to continue to wear the "Zhan Shei" or "Qi Shei" type of filial piety clothes. It would be against etiquette to keep wearing them.
However, the Wei family's ancestral home was in Bingzhou, and the ministers in Luoyang's court and government did not know what the local funeral customs were like there, so there were no scoldings from the imperial censor for meddling in other people's business.
After all, everyone can understand the pain of losing a child.
Wei Jisi walked to the last tablet.
Wei Shaoqi's Spirit Tablet.
Wei Jisi looked quietly at the newly delivered urn on the table.
"Your Majesty, that day at the foot of the Xingzifang Buddha... the female officials checked afterwards and found that the body of the Third Young Master was incomplete and all his clothes were burned... It is really indecent."
The brawny man with a Chinese-style face whispered and continued to explain:
"In addition, it is a long way to transport back to the capital and it is not suitable for preservation. With the consent of Princess Anhui, Rong Zhen and other female officials directly burned the ashes..."
Wei Jisi stretched out his hand and wiped the dust on the spiritual tablet without saying a word.
The strong man with the Chinese character face clasped his fists again, stared and choked with sobs: "Your Majesty, it's time to eat, you can't starve..."
Wei Jisi lowered his head and put the handkerchief into his sleeve, and suddenly asked: "Where is Wei Anhui? Why didn't she come when we sent Shaoqi's ashes during the day?"
The brawny man with a Chinese character was startled: "His Royal Highness Prince Liang made a temporary decision to let Princess Anhui stay in Xunyang City."
Wei Jisi chuckled and said, "Brother Wang, it turns out that he still has a nephew in his heart. I thought that as an uncle, he would not do anything at all and would be indifferent. Okay, as long as he can take some action..."
The strong man with the Chinese character's face suddenly looked embarrassed, clasping his fists and burying his head. He did not dare to say a word in the confrontation between the two kings.
Wei Jisi asked without looking back:
"Wei Wu, where are the boss and the two of you?"
The man with a Chinese character named Wei Wu said in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, the eldest son is on his way back... The second son, when he learned about this, was so sad that he couldn't sleep. He asked for instructions on the spot, could he not go back north to Beijing, but go south to Jiangzhou to find out the unjust case of his brother..."
Wei Jisi waved his hands expressionlessly:
"I hope everyone has this heart, let them perform their duties, and don't act arbitrarily.
"What's the use of going there now? I want to tell Prince Xunyang's Mansion openly that there are still people from the Baoli faction in Prince Xiang's Mansion. Are there people from our Wei family?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Wei Wu frowned and said:
"Your Majesty, those remnants of the Jianghu gangsters in Tiannan deserve to be damned. We have dispatched manpower to Jiangnan to assist the Supervisory Council in investigating the case. We must uncover those traitors one by one and avenge the Third and Sixth Young Masters."
"Rebels in Tiannan Jianghu?" Wei Jisi lowered his eyes and wiped his palms: "How could there be so many rebels and such a coincidence that they would kill only our people."
"What the prince means is..."
"What can I mean? Your Majesty's meaning is not what I mean. Everything must be based on the overall situation, right?"
Wei Jisi stepped out of the sacrificial hall, opened the food box, slowly picked up a bite of food and stuffed it into his mouth. His face was expressionless, as if he was chewing wax.
The brawny man with the Chinese character's face glanced at the gray cloth on Wei Jisi's shoulders and said cautiously:
"Your Majesty, His Highness Prince Liang said that this white cloth should be taken off. Wearing it any longer would be a bit unethical and easy to be criticized by those old stubborns. Moreover, the saints would also think that you are disregarding the overall situation and are angry. His Highness Prince Liang said, at least you can't do it anymore.
Wear it to go to court..."
Wei Jisi suddenly turned his head: "Do you also think that this king is just paying tribute to Shaoqi and Shaoxuan?"
"Uh... Your Majesty..." Wei Wu was stuck in his words.
Wei Jisi smiled, pointed to the ancestral tablets in a circle behind him, smiled and touched his palms:
"Go and tell Brother Wang that this king is not only wearing this white cloth for Shaoqi and Shaoxuan, but also for our entire Wei family... If we keep waiting like this, won't we all have to come in?"
The Prince of Mangfu, who had the same surname as the Emperor and held the most powerful position in the Great Zhou Dynasty, spread his arms, spun around in half a circle, looked at the Wei family priest, and asked with a strange look on his face:
"Why don't I come in early now?"
Wei Wu buried his head deeply and remained silent.
Wei Jisi put his hands behind his back and looked at the sunset in the distance.
There was silence inside and outside the sacrificial hall. On the corridor, the prince in a python suit with his arms tied with gray and white cloth turned his head and looked south. At a certain moment, he murmured to himself:
"You said that the daughter of the Wei family can't just watch the men of the Wei family die, right? The saints and the princes of the court said that the rebels in Tiannan Jianghu must be wiped out... Oh, suppress, we can suppress the rebels in Tiannan Jianghu
We have to suppress them at any time. It’s really impossible not to suppress them. You see, they are specifically looking for people from the Wei family to kill!"
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Jiangzhou, morning.
The weather is calm and sunny.
When Ouyang Rong rushed to Xunyang Grottoes, he saw Rong Zhen standing by the waterside looking at the boats on the river.
The petite girl wore a mandarin duck emerald hairpin on her head, and the wide palace skirt on her body rustled in the river wind, as if it would be blown away at any moment.
Ouyang Rong stepped forward to say hello, and Rong Zhen looked at him sideways.
Ouyang Rong looked around and suddenly found the figure of Princess Anhui.
"Hey, why hasn't this princess left yet? Haven't Wei Shaoqi's bones been sent away, and won't she go back with her?"
"I don't know... maybe Lin Cheng's body is still in Xunyang. This princess seems to have been engaged to Lin Cheng. This time she came to visit Senior Song and let him express his condolences."
Ouyang Rong glanced at Princess Anhui who was talking softly to Nanny Song not far away. He saw that the old woman with white eyes who was rigid and stern in the past became more friendly in front of this princess. She didn't know what she said.
, Nanny Song also reached out and patted the back of Wei Anhui's hand.
He nodded calmly: "So that's it. Senior Song doesn't feel too sad anymore. When it comes to persuading people, the princess is better than me."
But he frowned slightly in his heart. He heard Dalang say some time ago that Princess Anhui was leaving soon. Ouyang Rong was still thinking that it didn't matter if Dalang sent gifts... But why didn't he leave now? Are you joking with them?
.
Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment and asked with concern:
"Brother Lin is gone, but is the engagement still there? The princess came to comfort Deputy Superintendent Song. He is indeed kind-hearted."
"Princess Anhui is indeed kind-hearted, unlike Wei Shaoqi." Rong Zhen became serious and said in a very serious tone: "However, this is not the reason to allow Prince Xunyang to harass others every day. In that matter, Ouyang Lianghan, you
It’s better to take care of it.”
Ouyang Rong looked at Rong Zhen who was serious, smiled and narrowed his eyes: "Yes, I have to take care of it."
Rong Zhen looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand and asked softly:
"That Lantern Festival poem called Qingyu Case was really written by you? Didn't Prince Xunyang want to make you famous?"
"Correction, it was that Prince Tanlang who did it." Ouyang Rong emphasized.
"Aren't you alone? The whole world knows something, and you still fooled me, even though I usually don't pay much attention to such romantic affairs." Rong Zhen had a straight face, with some eyebrows raised: "And last time I
When I go to your home, the women seem to call you this, don’t treat me like a fool."
"I don't dare." Ouyang Rong explained seriously:
"But "Erya" explains that in the old days, people called beautiful men Tanlang. Later, Tanlang was used to refer to husband or lover... I may be the real Tanlang, but the palace counselor was just called Tanlang."
"You're putting yourself in a good position, even though you're half right."
"The history of Rong women is over-the-top."
"I'm talking about the second half." Rong Zhen said angrily, and pointed to the mandarin duck jade hairpin on her head:
"Hey, Ouyang Lianghan, this hairpin has become famous, do you know? When I left the city today, I saw many young ladies wearing it in the suburbs. I almost thought it was you who gave it to me. After asking, it turned out to be Xunyang.
The little princess in the palace favored me."
"How can I have so much free time? Well, I didn't expect that we met a profiteer and we could buy this hairpin. I just never expected that the little princess could also guess lantern riddles. But it's normal to think about it. This highness is more talented than
It's good for me, but I'm just clever."
Ouyang Rong said with admiration.
Rong Zhen stared at his face for a while, then looked away and turned to him with his hands behind his back: "Why do I always feel that you are the smartest?"
"Can you please give me a few compliments from my daughter Shi Shao?"
Ouyang Rong covered his mouth and coughed, and after a while he took the initiative to chat for a while about the wanted rebels in Tiannan Jianghu. He glanced at Princess Anhui not far away who seemed to have noticed him, and walked over...