The door to the guest room opened with a creak, and Xue Bai stepped in.
Qinglan quickly closed the door, fastened the bolt, and patted her heart, terrified.
"Is there water?"
"have."
Without saying a word, Xue Bai picked up the water bag and took a big sip, took two deep breaths, and regained his composure.
Turning around, he saw Du Wulang shivering wrapped in a quilt.
"We just came in. I told the store owner that your friend got drunk in Qingmen and went crazy."
Qinglan said, taking out a spare set of jacket robes from the bag and handing them to Du Wulang.
Du Wulang shuddered hard again, put on his clothes, and asked, "Is there anything to eat?"
"There are Hu biscuits, but they are cold."
Du Wulang took the Hu cake, wolfed it down, and muttered: "Isn't it okay for Zeng Mo to take it for himself?"
"Goro, please speak slowly, don't choke."
Qinglan poured a glass of water and handed it over.
After Du Wulang drank the water, he finally felt relieved and felt alive again.
Xue Bai said: "The prince buried us alive."
"Cough cough cough cough."
Du Wulang was so shocked that he choked a mouthful of water into his nose.
"What?!"
Xue Bai and Qing Lan roughly talked about their experiences in the past two days. Du Wulang was disappointed and murmured softly: "Grandma, grandma, eldest sister..."
Thinking of his family still suffering in prison, his heart was clenched.
There were no candles lit in the room, and Xue Bai stood by the window, looking out through the gap.
From time to time, dense footsteps could be heard on the street, and the light of the torch shone through the window paper, illuminating Xue Bai's side face and also illuminating the tears on Du Wulang's face.
Suddenly, he fell into darkness again.
"I've been thinking about it today." Xue Bai said, "Maybe we were wrong from the beginning."
"wrong?"
"It is wrong to focus on the prince." Xue Bai said: "If you want to protect the prince, no one knows what to do better than the prince himself, so he did not hesitate to bury us alive, but we still don't understand. The key is that
, what we want to protect is not the prince, but the Du family."
Du Wulang and Qinglan didn't say anything, they seemed confused.
"How to protect the Du family? You can't rely on the prince. The prince can't even protect himself." Xue Bai said: "Once the Du family and the prince were separated, I suddenly became enlightened and found that the Du family's case was actually not big.
It’s just a ridiculous, ridiculous and false accusation.”
"But the Jingzhao Mansion is so forcing us, there's nothing we can do about it."
"Because we were asking about right and wrong and looking for evidence, but the other party directly used power to suppress it. Li Linfu stepped on it, and it didn't matter whether the ant was unjust or not. So we said we were on the wrong track from the beginning. This is the way to fight for power.
You can’t use the investigative method.”
Qing Lan nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, Li Linfu is not the most powerful in Chang'an City."
"Saint?" Du Wulang exclaimed, "Should I complain to the saint?"
"Do you have such connections? Is there anyone in the palace who can speak for you?"
"Me?" Du Wulang shook his head and whispered: "No."
He thought for a while and asked in a low voice: "Does Xue Baiqian recognize Concubine Yang? She can definitely save the Du family, right?"
"I don't know. But she is one of the people who can save the Du family. There are several more people like her, including Li Linfu. The important thing is that we need to have connections to reach them."
"The second sister can think of a way." Du Wulang said: "She must not have ordered you to be killed. She is not that kind of person. We can find the second sister."
Xue Bai said: "I know, I came here just to find her, but today I heard that she seems to have reconciled with the prince."
"Ah? Then where is she?"
"Let's find out more about it tomorrow."
Suddenly, at the end of the long street, people were raising their heads and horses were neighing again, and torches were brightly lit.
Xue Bai quickly looked out the window.
Du Wulang was so frightened that he hunched his neck and stepped forward to peek, and asked in a low voice: "They are not here to search us, are they?"
"Um."
"We are hiding here, but are we still safe?"
"He probably won't come over. It's more important to take the opportunity to search the prince's residence."
"That……"
"Shh."
After a while, a tall man wearing a fur cloak was seen riding a horse, surrounded by soldiers, and rushed towards the Ten Kings' Residence.
One of them shouted to Wu Hou who was guarding the alley: "Youxiao Wei Yang Canjun is here, get out of the way."
"Here..."
It wasn't until this group of people turned around the alley that the long street became quiet again.
Xue Bai looked at the alley entrance, thinking deeply.
~~
All night long, the Prince's Courtyard was brightly lit with fire.
But in the end, You Xiaowei only found a bunch of clothes.
~~
Jiwen stayed at Jingzhao Mansion all night and slept for two hours before being awakened by Xin Twelve.
"Alang, Yang Canjun has arrived."
"Yang Zhao?"
Ji Wen stood up from the couch and rubbed his head. Knowing what the reason was, he couldn't help but sigh.
He and Yang Zhao both worked for the Right Prime Minister and had a good relationship. They did not see each other outside. He put on his clothes and said: "Invite him in."
While he was talking, footsteps could be heard in the courtyard.
"Yang Canjun, please wait a moment..."
"Go away!"
Yang Zhao and Ji Wen didn't even see anyone else, they went straight to the house and cursed loudly: "You are such a useless piece of shit, you did such a stupid job and kept me busy all night!"
The reason why Jiwen is called "Chicken Tongue" is because Jiwen has bad breath and often contains female cloves, and female cloves are also known as chicken tongue.
Ji Wen was not angry either. As the saying goes, "Lang Guan's mouth contains the fragrance of chicken tongue, and its breath is fragrant", he thought Yang Zhao called him Lang Guan.
On the contrary, he did not dare to call Yang Zhao a "spit pot".
"Don't be surprised if Yang joins the army."
"Don't be surprised at what happened?!"
As a chair was kicked down, Yang Zhao walked around the screen and stood in front of Ji Wen.
Yang Zhao was born in a branch of the Yang family in Hongnong, and his mother was the sister of Zhang Yizhi, a handsome man from the Wu Zhou Dynasty. The whole family was famous for their appearance, and he was also born with a handsome appearance and a tall figure.
He is in his forties, wearing a fur cloak, a round-necked robe deliberately unbuttoned underneath, a jade belt around his waist, and high-soled soap boots. At first glance, he looks majestic and elegant.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he showed his dissolute and ruthless spirit, as well as his uneducated and stubborn stubbornness.
"I searched all over the Prince's Courtyard and found only this piece of junk. Just take it and use it to make a difference!"
A bunch of clothes fell into Ji Wen's arms.
Ji Wen had known the result and said with a smile: "Don't worry about joining the army, Yang, the errand has not been done yet. Think about it, he must have entered the Prince's Courtyard, why can't he be found? It must be because there is a secret passage in the Courtyard... "
"You're a bastard for the secret passage!" Yang Zhao was furious. He picked up Ji Wen and scolded: "Don't you think I don't know what you think and put it on my head? Why do you blame me for not finding the secret passage?"
"No, no." Ji Wen said hurriedly: "It's because the prince moved the person and the secret passage was filled in, so he couldn't find it."
Yang Zhao only smelled bad breath and almost felt sick. He threw the person away with all his strength. He was dizzy for a moment and almost forgot what he was here for.
Ji Wen quickly picked up a piece of female lilac and held it in his mouth, and said with a smile: "In this way, the prince has been charged with a crime that cannot be cleared, so I can explain to you."
Yang Zhao calmed down and said: "You and I both know very well that the person did not enter the Prince's Courtyard at all. It was your idiot who let him escape on the road."
"In front of the right minister, I can only say that the prince hid it."
Yang Zhao said impatiently: "Anyway, you failed in your errand, why do you want me to wipe your ass?!"
"Let's help each other out." Ji Wen repeatedly handed over his hands and said with a smile: "Someone gave me three carts of red gauze the day before yesterday. It will be delivered to Yang Canjun's house today. How about it?"
Yang Zhao couldn't help but smile with satisfaction and said: "Remember, it's because of you that I had to be taught a lesson by the right prime minister."
"Thanks for your hard work, Yang joined the army."
"Easy to say." Yang Zhao picked up the bundle of clothes, turned around and left.
After leaving Jingzhao Mansion, he got on his horse and headed to the Prime Minister's Mansion in Pingkangfang.
~~
Although Pingkangfang is known as a place of entertainment, in fact, most of the brothels and restaurants are concentrated in the three winding alleys in the north of Pingkangfang, called "Beili Sanqu", occupying only one-sixteenth of the entire square.
However, the residence of Li Linfu, the right prime minister at that time, occupied nearly a quarter of the entire square.
The entire southeastern direction drawn by Pingkangfang Cross Street is occupied by the Right Prime Minister's Mansion except for the Bodhi Temple.
Yang Zhao turned over and dismounted from a long distance away, holding the reins and tying the horse to the stakes.
A horse has been tied next to it, and two servants are waiting with donkeys. It is obvious that officials are paying a visit to the right minister.
Yang Zhao put away the arrogant expression just now, hunched over and rushed to the side door, asking the concierge: "Is the right minister here?"
As he spoke, a few coins were handed over to him.
The porter happily made a promise and said: "Yang Canjun is polite. The right minister is meeting guests. Please go to the side hall to wait for a while."
"Oh?" Yang Zhao asked with a smile: "Who is coming to see the Right Prime Minister today?"
"Li Wei, the Minister of Rites." The concierge, who was also very knowledgeable, responded with a smile, "I said I came to ask for advice on some trivial matters."
"Is there anything trivial in the prime minister's house?"
As he was talking and walking, he saw a man wearing a crimson official robe, an official-style turban on his head, and a fish bag hanging from a jade belt around his waist. He must be Li Wei, the Minister of Rites.
When Yang Zhao first arrived in Chang'an, he wanted to curry favor with everyone he saw. He quickly stepped forward, crossed his arms and said with a smile, "In front of you, Mr. Li, I'm guarding Cao Junjun Yang Zhao."
Li Wei was walking with his head lowered, his brows furrowed in deep thought. When he raised his head, he saw Yang Zhao's graceful demeanor and smiling face, so he nodded in return.
It was a friendship that passed with a smile, but Yang Zhao asked: "I wonder what Mr. Li is worried about? Can Yang Zhao share your worries?"
Li Wei didn't want to say anything, but Yang Zhao had already stepped forward and looked at him with intense eyes. His heart moved, he stroked his beard and muttered: "There is indeed something that makes people confused."
"Oh? I wonder what made Mr. Li suspicious?"
"When you meet the right prime minister, you still need to persuade him. How can you resist the decree as a minister?"
The curiosity in Yang Zhao's eyes grew stronger, and he waited patiently for the next sentence.
"There was an old priest in the palace who was highly skilled in craftsmanship. The saint wanted to move him to an official position, but he declined. He told his son-in-law, Wang Rusi, to be promoted to Jinshi next year, and begged the saint to grant him the first place. The saint has agreed to this matter, and it has been handed over to the Ministry of Rites.
.But Zhongshu Sheng actually issued an ultimatum, no."
"No?" Yang Zhao asked doubtfully, "Why?"
"Just now I asked the right prime minister, but the right prime minister said, 'Ming Jing, Jinshi, the way to select talents for the country, if you are outstanding due to divine grace, you can be an official. Now that you are given the rank, how will you judge the talents?'"
At this point, Li Wei's tone became a little excited, and he said again: "The perfunctory words are simply ridiculous. In what year did the imperial examination have no public recommendation and pass the list? Is there any reason for a saint to recommend a talent but a right minister to veto it?"
Yang Zhao quickly comforted him and said, "Don't be impatient, Mr. Li. Wait for Yang Zhao to persuade your right minister."
"well."
Li Wei sighed again and walked away.
Yang Zhao got to know a high-ranking official and felt satisfied. He continued to move forward, passed through two ceremonial gates, turned around the winding path, waited in the side hall, and then went to the front hall to see Li Linfu.
Because the house was so big, he was sweating slightly while walking.
The front hall is as warm as spring, full of fragrance, gorgeously furnished, covered with soft carpets, and has a large screen in the middle. Behind the screen are figures, and a group of beautiful maids are surrounding Li Linfu to keep him warm from the wind.
It is called a real screen and a meat screen.
Yang Zhao bowed and sang a promise, and said with a smile: "Your Prime Minister Ankang, Yang Zhao just met Li Shilang in the front yard and chatted for a few words, but he and I are both stupid and can't guess what your Prime Minister is thinking."
Across the screen, Li Linfu said calmly: "You want to ask me why I violated the saint's decree?"
"Yang Zhao is worried that the right prime minister will not only make the saint unhappy, but also make enemies of others."
"A corrupt scholar and a scoundrel cannot understand." Li Linfu said: "There is nothing else in this matter. It is difficult for a saint to refuse, so I will be the villain, that's all."
"So that's it!" Yang Zhao suddenly realized it and couldn't help but admire him. He exclaimed: "You Xiangzhen is a divine figure! How can he understand the heart of a saint so well!"
"It's just a trivial matter." Li Linfu didn't take it seriously.
"Isn't it a trivial matter?" Yang Zhao was full of admiration and said sincerely: "Yang Zhao will never be able to learn the skills of the Right Prime Minister in his lifetime!"
"That's enough, stop here and flatter me. Have you got the evidence of the prince's crime?"
Yang Zhao quickly knelt down and responded: "The prince must have dug a secret passage in the other courtyard and transferred the witnesses..."
Before he could finish his words, he was abruptly interrupted.
"These words can't stop him. Within two days, we will find the person Li Heng hid. Not only Du Wulang, but also the maid who disappeared out of thin air, and the unidentified Xue Bai."
Cold sweat broke out on Yang Zhao's forehead.
He accepted Ji Wen's three carts of red gauze, thinking that he would just get a lesson, but unexpectedly, this problem fell on him instead.
But there was no room for excuse in front of the right minister, and he immediately responded: "Don't worry, right minister, even if you search Chang'an, Yang Zhao will definitely find the person!"
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