"This is a fact. If you think it's normal to lose your arms and legs, then I don't mind helping you." Through the curtain of the bamboo hat, Feng Chen could clearly see the playfulness in his eyes and the cold expression on his face.
Face.
Feng Chen was in a daze. The prince in front of him seemed to have changed. Although he was wearing a bamboo hat, he could clearly feel the changes in the prince.
Leng Yue Hanxing's eyes became bottomless, as if coated with a layer of mystery. After falling off the cliff, he seemed to have become more determined, cold and hidden.
"Stop it, Director! I'm not that hard to think about." Feng Chen waved his hands angrily and thought to himself: It's so well hidden, there must be some secret hidden from him.
Of course, he would never know that at the moment he fell off the cliff, Gong Yun'ao put himself underneath in order to save him, and he would never know about the adventure between Gong Yun Ao and Bai Lang.
"It's good if you figure it out." Gong Yun replied calmly.
Feng Chen was a little angry. Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, he said with resentment: "Just fool me!"
Listening to his grumbling complaints, Gong Yun'ao frowned in confusion and asked, "Confused? What do you mean?"
Feng Chen pursed his lips, saved another cup of tea for himself, and replied, "It's just a lie."
When Gong Yun'ao heard this, he couldn't understand it anymore. He frowned slightly and asked, "What's this nonsense?"
Seeing the confusion in Gong Yun'ao's eyes, Feng Chen suddenly felt the desire to tease the down-and-out prince, so he explained seriously: "You are said to be a mountain cannon!" Who told you to fool me? Let you try it too.
The feeling of being deceived.
"Mountain gun?" Gong Yun'ao was a little confused. What happened to Feng Chen? He didn't speak like this before! Why did he say some words that he couldn't understand?
Feng Chen took a sip of tea, pretended to be pretentious, and began to talk nonsense seriously: "I just want to praise you and say you are smart."
Gong Yun'ao looked suspicious and asked suspiciously: "Is that so?" Why didn't he believe it? It was not a good thing to hear.
Feng Chen snorted coldly in his heart, who told you not to tell the truth? Let you see what a big liar is!
"By the way, Brother Yun, what are we doing in this tea house? Aren't we going to meet up with my boss now?" Feng Chen put away his fun and asked seriously. He was really worried about his boss's safety.
Gong Yun proudly calmed down his expression and said: "Qingyun County is an important fortress on the way to and from Kyoto, and the teahouse is a place where passers-by rest, quench their thirst, have fun, and socialize, so it is easy to find out important information."
At this point, three businessmen came to the teahouse. They all sat down, just behind Gong Yun'ao. Among them, a thin man whispered with some gossip:
"Brother, second brother, did you read the notice? The prince's case is finally closed. It turns out that it was a real rebellion. Guess how the emperor convicted the prince?"
The man with the Chinese character who was called eldest brother hesitated for a moment when he picked up the tea cup, and said with some sympathy in his tone: "Look, the prince is dead. Emperor Qing gave the prince a posthumous title of "violent"." After that, he had a cup of tea.
Take it down.
The man who was called second brother had a dark complexion. He glanced at the two brothers and nodded in agreement: "Yes! Violence means sin, and "Cruel Prince" means a guilty prince. This is the cover given to the prince by Emperor Qing.
The verdict has been finalized, and it can be seen that in Qinghuang's heart, the prince is still guilty and not innocent."
The big brother with the Chinese character face shook his head, obviously disagreeing with what he said, and he spoke seriously:
"You are wrong, do you know that? After what happened, I heard that there was only one person in the court who dared to plead for the prince, and that person was Ling Min."
"He submitted a memorial saying that His Majesty favored Jiang Qichong and made him a very popular minister. He used the Emperor's orders to force the Crown Prince. He was cunning and cunning, and framed the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince could not see the Emperor, and when he retreated, he was trapped by the rebellious ministers.
I have grievances in my heart, and I have nowhere to express my sorrow and resentment.”
"Finally, the prince couldn't help the anger of injustice in his heart and killed Jiang Qichong. Later, because of fear, he ran away with the crime. The son stole his father's soldiers just to save his own disaster and hoped to avoid criminal responsibility. The prince was like this
I didn’t do it with any evil intentions.”
Hearing what the eldest brother said, the thin man leaned forward, as if he was afraid that others would hear him. His face almost looked like a man with a Chinese character.
"So, you think the prince is not guilty?"
"Stay away from me, you're annoying me." The man with the Chinese character pushed him away.
"Alas! What kind of family ties does the royal family have? This prince is also unlucky. His father would rather trust outsiders than the son he raised."
For a moment, the three of them were filled with emotion and no one spoke.
Feng Chen listened carefully and saw that the three of them stopped talking and drank tea, so he straightened his twisted body. In order to hear clearly, he almost turned around and almost went to sit at the back table.
Feng Chen turned around and said disdainfully: "Huh! They don't dare to say it. To put it bluntly, they don't believe it. They just want to find a reason to eradicate the influence of the prince and the queen. In the face of power, how can there be family affection?"
After saying that, Feng Chen's face froze, and he later realized what he had just said? Even if it was the truth, he couldn't say it! It was too hurtful. He felt a little guilty and annoyed, and immediately glanced at Gong Yun'ao.
Through the white curtain, I saw that his face was as usual, calm and calm. Except for his eyes, which seemed to have a distant color, there was nothing else.
At this time, the voice of the thin man at the back table sounded again: "I heard that Mr. Ling has been grounded and is in solitary confinement at home."
"Needless to say, it offends people!" the black-faced man said again.
"Are you saying that interceding for the prince's favor will lead to trouble?" The thin man asked with wide round eyes, expressing his doubts.
The black-faced man sneered and analyzed: Not necessarily, maybe it was the prince's enemies who wanted to incriminate him, and he might want to get rid of him quickly.
Hearing this, Gong Yun'ao's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Feng Chen, let's go." With that, he picked up Feng Chen beside him with his big hand and walked out.
Feng Chen didn't know why, so he was pulled forward and shouted: "Hey! What's wrong? What's wrong? Slow down, slow down."
The two came to a fork in the forest, one side leading to Shanping Town and the other side leading to Kyoto. What were they going to do? Feng Chen was puzzled, "Prince, what did you bring me here to do? Anyway,
Say."
The prince looked solemn and expressed his worries: "Master Ling is a rare loyal minister. I suspect that someone will take this opportunity to harm him."
Feng Chen shook his arm that was a little painful from being held, and replied incredulously: "So, you just listened to the conversation between those people and concluded that he will be killed?" This is too outrageous!
"Feng Chen, I know you may not believe it, but the situation above the court is treacherous, and no one knows what will happen in the next moment! Just like me, a down-and-out prince, who would have thought that I would suffer misfortune because of the witchcraft?
Such a misfortune? My queen mother hanged herself, my uncle died in battle, the crown prince died tragically, and the entire mother clan was wiped out overnight." Gong Yunao's deep pupils were like a pool of stagnant water, the glory was annihilated, and he was particularly sad.
Seeing the grief in Gong Yun'ao's eyes, Feng Chen couldn't bear it, and hurriedly stepped forward and patted his shoulder, comforting him: "Prince, I'm sorry, I..." His nose became sour, and he changed the subject: "You go ahead! I believe it.
Your judgment.”
Feng Chen's understanding made Gong Yun'ao feel guilty, "Feng Chen, I know that you are worried about your master's safety, so this time, I will go back alone and you go meet your master."
Feng Chen thought this guy had forgotten about the boss! But wait, what? Master? What the hell?
Who is the master?
Feng Chen put away his playfulness and said seriously: "Okay, Prince, you have a safe trip, take care of yourself, we will meet again by fate."
Gong Yun'ao looked solemn, clasped his hands and said solemnly: "Okay, we will see you later."
"See you later." After saying that, Feng Chen walked towards Shanping Town without looking back. He wanted to find the boss quickly and leave this ghost place.
Gong Yun'ao took a deep look at Feng Chen's back and said goodbye. I don't know when we can meet this stranger who once saved him.
There is also that mysterious girl who is extremely skilled in martial arts and has never revealed her name. Who is she? Why is she willing to take risks for herself and sacrifice her life to save others?
What a wonderful woman with such righteousness, I wonder if we can see her again!?
The night is like thick ink, so deep that it cannot be dissolved.
Ling Mansion.
In the dim study room, a middle-aged woman with a gentle face came to the middle-aged man with chicken soup. Seeing that the man was frowning and worried, she said with concern: "Master, drink some chicken soup to replenish your body, don't overcook it."
It ruins your body."
"It's okay, the book is almost finished. Madam, please go to bed first!" the man said tiredly.
"I have been thinking behind closed doors for some time. Your Majesty still has a grudge against me? Master, you just told the truth. Is it because of this reason that you are banned?"
After saying that, he sighed softly, "I don't know when the confinement will be lifted." The woman asked worriedly, speaking frankly about what she was thinking.
Master Ling smoothed his beard, thoughtfully, and said in a low voice: "Madam, please stop talking, be careful that walls have ears."
After a pause, he continued: "Madam, please don't just take the surface. Just because I feel the truth and tell the truth, I won't be grounded. There are traitorous officials in the court, and it is inevitable that someone will fan the flames in the emperor's ears. Please refer to my book.
You say I am a member of the prince's party, otherwise why would I stand up for the prince?"
Mrs. Ling was a little angry and said bluntly: "The Emperor has always been shrewd, so why is he so confused on this matter? His own son, who was raised by himself, does not believe it, but believes in the deception of an outsider? Moreover, I have never participated in partisan disputes, so how can I be the crown prince?"
One-party theory?”
Lord Ling patted Madam on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Madam, why would you hesitate to accuse me? Your Majesty has doubts about me but there is no direct evidence, and he cannot hurt the feelings of the monarch and his ministers, so I will punish you with a small punishment but with a big warning."