On the first day of Wu Tianzuo's seventh day, news came from Beijing that the killer camp had been captured. It's no wonder that Jia Cong was confident about Wu Rui in the past few days. He really knew his husband Zhan Qiao very well. This old man was secretly hiding it, and Prince Baotai thought he was there.
What is dark is actually bright.
Prince Baotai disappeared and did not return all night. The next day, the steward of the palace went to the dark brothel according to the address. Even the old bustard fans said they had not seen such a person coming. The steward was anxious and asked again and again. The old bustard said: "We are here
We do business at night, and there are few customers during the day. If you come, how can you not remember? The first customer yesterday came in the afternoon. The six gentlemen, who had been drinking for two hours, were all with us.
Spent the night here." The steward suddenly realized that something was wrong and hurried back to the palace.
Not long after, the steward and a few people came out of the gate and walked along the road from the palace to the secret chamber to find out if they had seen their prince yesterday. The three generations of Baotai kings did not show their talents, so the palace was not big. Zhan Qiao sent some
The master held a telescope and surrounded it from outside, and saw a man coming out of the back garden wall. This man led Zhan Qiao's people directly to his lair - a farm in the western suburbs that specializes in selling flowers, trees and bonsai. Here
The killers who are taught can do gardening work.
The man caught alive in the small house earlier also confessed and handed over the confidential file. Zhan Qiao said happily: "If he didn't tell me, it would be difficult for me to investigate." The file was actually hidden in the right arm of a Buddha statue. For ordinary people,
Most of the hidden things are hidden in the belly of the Buddha.
Among these eighteen benefactors, there are four gold mines, two silver mines, and three large gambling houses, which are the major donors to Wanshou Temple. The rest include three academies, three brothels, one bandit, and one water bandit.
Department, a serious military department. With the address and directory, it will be easy to handle, so slowly dig the carrots one by one.
Jia Cong then changed into plain clothes and rushed to Wu's house. He offered incense. Wu Tianyou, Wu Rui's uncle and nephew both accompanied him into the wing. Jia Cong said: "The killer's nest has been completely destroyed in Beijing. You are safe. Also.
The seventeen killers are elsewhere, and they are not in Yan State. Xiao Wang must rush back to discuss with everyone and leave tomorrow."
Wu Rui was pleasantly surprised and put his hand on his chest: "My father can rest in peace under the Nine Springs." Then he and Jia Cong exchanged some pleasantries.
Wu Tianyou said nothing at first, but when the two of them had finished talking, he asked: "Your Majesty, I heard from my eldest nephew that I also have a grandson who became a monk and was taken away by the Prince's people?"
Jia Cong said "Oh" and said: "Yes, he is very good, don't worry. I was just about to mention this to Mr. Wu." Then he said to Wu Rui, "Xiao Wang thought about it from the beginning a few days ago and was quite curious about it.
It is said that Wen Kong's identity is known to the Wanshou Temple. Several old monks are all talented, and it is impossible not to guess that this child will not be alive until the old emperor dies. In that case, why do I need to tell you the Wu family about him?
Identity?"
Wu Rui snorted: "Do you think they told me out of kindness?"
"That is?"
Wu Rui sighed: "Seventeen years ago, I went to the capital to donate merit to the Wanshou Temple on my father's orders, and I bumped into him."
Jia Cong blinked: "Seventeen years ago...four years old?"
Wu Rui nodded and said with a smile: "It was also cold at that time. A little monk who was a little older ran out of the back hall like a snow doll made from the snow on the bamboo forest outside. He looked like a snow doll that my sister had grown up with when she was a child.
They were exactly the same. I asked about his origin, and the temple said he was an abandoned baby. I thought that this was probably fate, so I discussed with their master about adopting the child. The temple refused to agree, and even taught the child to tell me that he was devoted to the child.
Buddha, unwavering in determination.”
Jia Cong burst into laughter: "The four-year-old baby is so devoted to Buddha! He doesn't even understand what Buddha is."
Wu Rui still smiled and said: "I just asked the child if he wanted to go home with me. Guess what? He immediately said yes! I was so happy that I picked him up. He put his arms around my neck and said, Master, I want to
Go home with this uncle. Monk Liaoyuan recited 'Amitabha' several times."
Jia Cong said with emotion: "He is really a close nephew. Who said children are easy to deceive? Children naturally have an animal-like sense of touch and know who will treat them well."
Wu Rui's face darkened: "There was nothing he could do about it, so he told me that this child was born to my sister. He was sent to the temple because of his horoscope to defeat his father."
Jia Cong rolled his eyes: "This excuse is definitely a temporary deviation from the fate of the monk. Because he became a monk because he defeated the late emperor."
Both uncle and nephew of the Wu family were shocked: "What?!"
"He is the late emperor's biological son and the brother of King Qi." Jia Cong said, "He was caught off guard by the fact that Wen Kong was willing to leave with Mr. Wu, so he used his own background to prevaricate you."
Wu Rui was stunned for a moment: "Master Lioyuan...should he be the prince?" He shook his head and sighed.
Jia Cong also shook his head and asked Wu Tianyou: "Do you want to recognize your grandson?"
Wu Tianyou hurriedly said: "Yes. My daughter is gone, but at least a trace of her flesh and blood is left. My grandson is pitiful. He grew up in a temple and had no family to take care of him."
Jia Cong said seriously: "Then how are you going to tell him? No one knows whether he belongs to the Supreme Emperor or the late Emperor."
Wu Tianyou said: "As long as it's my daughter."
"Then what identity has Mr. Wu prepared for him?"
"He is my biological grandson."
Jia Cong nodded: "In that case, which son are you going to ask to recognize him? Let him come to the capital to find me. I have a way to make Master Wenkong confirm that his surname is Wu and go to the gate of the Wu family in Cangzhou."
Wu Tianyou felt sad and happy at the same time, and he looked at each other with Wu Rui, and they both bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Jia Cong said: "I don't have any serious skills, but I have a lot of small ideas. But you have to talk to your son and make sure he is willing." He thought for a moment and said, "It may be easier for a man to accept the son of his sister, but not for a woman. After all, men and women accept each other.
No kiss, the difference between the husband's nephew and his own son is not small. If your daughter-in-law is not willing, please ask the boss to find another identity for her that both parents are deceased."
Wu Tianyou said: "No, I'm afraid the child will think that his horoscope is unlucky and will harm his father and mother."
"You always think too much." Jia Cong said, "He is an 'abandoned baby', how happy he is to be born as a grandfather from the sky. What's more, he has a talent for poetry, so he will be even more happy." Wu Tianyou still hesitated. Jia Cong stopped.
With much advice, I stood up and said goodbye.
Jia Cong and Liu Xiaoqi rushed back to the capital. Zhan Qiao and others were discussing how to deal with the other seventeen pilgrims. Jia Cong said: "No matter what else, those gold and silver mines are secrets, we have to get them.
The seventeen gardeners sent by Prince Baotai cannot survive."
Zhan Kun said: "Anyway, the Wanshou Temple will chant sutras and ring the bell as usual, and let them continue to donate merit in other places. We are busy these days, and we will deal with it later." The matter was settled for the time being.
Two days later, someone handed a post to Rongguo Mansion. Jia Cong took a look and saw that the old man Wu Tianyou had come in person. He ordered people to go to the outer study. He saw that the old man was a bit shabby. He thought for a moment and asked: "
But my wife is not very willing."
Wu Tianyou sighed: "It's just to ask them to recognize a son. Others helped you raise him to such a big age, and he is smart and filial, but they actually passed the blame to each other."
Jia Cong said: "I really can't blame you grandmas. When your mother sees her biological son who has been lost since childhood, shouldn't she hug her tightly? They are both women. It is not good to hug a young man in his twenties."
Wu Tianyou sighed: "I understand. If my wife is still here, I can just say that he is our lost son."
Jia Cong said: "It doesn't matter. He is supposed to be the grandson of Mr. Lao, so he can still be your grandson." He thought for a moment and said, "Sir, Mr. Lao, he will stay in our house for the time being. I have already made up my mind about my grandson.
Let’s make arrangements now.” Wu Tianyou bowed and thanked.
It was no problem for a genius liar like Jia Cong to deceive a simple little monk. But in seven or eight days, everything that needed to be prepared was ready. Jia Cong took the things and thought about it for a long time, then suddenly got up and went to the guest house to see Wu Tianyou.
The old man was living like a year, and he was anxious about waiting. He said in surprise: "Your Majesty?!"
Jia Cong said: "Sir, I want to do a test."
"What test?"
"Actually, it's of no practical use." Jia Cong said, "I just want to test it. Sir, do you want to come with us?"
Although Wu Tianyou didn't know what he wanted to do, it must be related to his grandson, so he immediately said: "I will go naturally."
Jia Cong smiled and changed the clothes he went out. He asked Wu Tianyou to put on the dark green military uniform. He took a few soldiers with him, got on his horse and went to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. He even met Wen Kong's master, Monk Liaoyuan, inside.
, Wu Tianyou was hiding behind the soldiers.
After reciting the Buddha's name, Jia Cong lowered his head and fell into concentration. Jia Cong looked at him silently for a moment and suddenly said: "I have always believed that everyone has human nature. The most important thing in human nature is emotion. The ancients said that humans are not like grass and trees.
You can be ruthless. Monks are also human beings. Master, you brought Wen Kong up since he was a child. You knew clearly that once the late emperor returned to the west, he would die. If so, why did you still teach him to read? You just raised him carelessly, not
If you like him so much, you won't be so sad if he dies in the future, right?"
After a long time, he said: "My Buddha is compassionate. Since I am a living being, how can I ignore it?"
Jia Cong asked: "If the four generals had not rebelled against the capital, would there be any way in your temple to protect him?" Liao Yuan slowly shook his head. Jia Cong nodded, "So you master and disciple still have feelings for each other." He took out a knife from his arms.
A piece of paper came and was handed over.
The old monk lived in a single cell and lit a lamp. Liao Yuan took the paper and read it from the top of the oil lamp, then recited the Buddha's name. The paper was an article. The first four characters were: Missing Person Notice.
It is said that in order to find his grandson who had been separated for 21 years, Wu Tianyou, an old man of the Wu family in Cangzhou, specifically offered a reward in the Yanjing Weekly. The article said: Mr. Wu Tianyou and his legitimate wife Fang have two sons and three children.
The youngest of the twins was a pair of twin daughters. The eldest twin entered the palace and became a concubine, and the younger one married Fang Mosheng, Fang’s natal nephew. One year after the two got married, Mrs. Wu gave birth to an eldest daughter.
The fat boy and his wife went to a temple outside the west gate of the suburbs of Beijing to offer incense and pay their vows. They met bandits on the way and both died. The child was missing. Many years later, the government caught two thieves and confessed that they were responsible for the crime. They
Although they killed the couple to seize the money, because the child was still in his infancy, the thieves wanted to accumulate some bad virtue, so they ordered a young man to give him up for adoption. The man was separated from them more than ten years ago. The Wu family is now
A reward of 5,000 taels of silver was offered for clues about the grandson. At the end of the article, it was written: "The swaddling clothes for a child are——" and the following was empty.
Jia Cong said: "Wen Kong is twenty-one years old this year and he is smart. I believe that when he is half a child, he will inevitably ask where he came from. Even if he is an abandoned baby, he will also want to know the swaddling clothes that wrap him
What color and style is it? Is it embroidered or has a note? I can try to find out some information about my biological father and mother. This is human nature. I wonder if the master has casually made up one to coax him?"
Liao Yuan looked at the article with a complicated expression, and after a long time he said: "Your Highness, do you want... to make him think that he is this child?"
"Isn't this obvious?" Jia Cong asked, "The son of Concubine Wu's twin sister and Mrs. Wu's natal nephew. In a few days, it will be published in the "Yanjing Weekly" for Wen Kong to see. He must be suspicious that he is this child?
Your Wanshou Temple is not far from the west gate, and the age can be matched. Then he went to Cangzhou to recognize his relatives. How much he looked like Concubine Wu! The old eunuchs in the palace recognized them at a glance. The Wu family still has
There is a portrait of Concubine Wu. Take it out and compare it. It’s perfect! I’ll cry with my head in my arms immediately. At worst, I’ll shed blood to recognize my kin.”
After reciting the Buddha's name for a long time, he said: "When he was seven or eight years old, a poor monk told him that the swaddling clothes he was wrapped in were made of blue cloth with a white background, and there was no token in it. He stopped asking after that."
Jia Cong tilted his head and looked at him for a long time: "It's wrapped in blue floral cloth with a white background. There's no token inside?"
"good."
"Why did Wen Kong tell his friends in the bandits' den that his swaddling clothes were made of goose-yellow fine satin, and there was a note inside that said his birth date?" Liao Yuan immediately closed his eyes.
Cong's face was calm, "You also said that the satin was something ordinary people could afford, and it must have come from a family with a good background. He also said that the handwriting on the note was extremely square. Therefore, Wenkong thought that he was a child of a scholar. Although he was young,
Naughty, he studies very hard. The poet monk did not come out of thin air." He paused, shook his head and said, "You taught him so hard, and you don't expect him to be well?"
After finding the fate, he still closed his eyes: "My little disciple was born as a member of the Buddhist sect."
"Pull him down!" Jia Cong sneered, "I want to leave with my uncle at the age of four. It's clear that I have no connection with the Buddha. I don't understand. Would the Buddha really be happy if a person who doesn't want to be a monk is mixed among the monks?"
Liu Yuan simply shut up and stopped even reciting Amitabha. Jia Cong shrugged and left the cell.
The jailer unlocked the door, and Jia Cong led the others to leave. Wu Tianyou walked out of the guards, stood at the door of the cell, bowed to the ground, and said, "Thank you, Master, for raising my grandson to grow up."
Li Yuan was shocked and opened his eyes: "Are you—could you be?"
"I'm Wu Tianyou."
Li Yuan watched him for a long time, then threw himself through the cell door to see Jia Cong. He sighed for a long time: "The regent is very capable."
Jia Cong was puzzled: "Sir, what is he doing?" Wu Tianyou snorted and walked away. His sleeves were carrying the wind, he really looked like a high official.
When they got outside, Jia Congfang showed the article to Wu Tianyou. Wu Tianyou immediately burst into tears and said happily: "Your Majesty, you are very thoughtful. Thank you very much, Your Majesty." Then he looked back at the prison and said, "That old monk doesn't want me to help."
Just for the regent."
Jia Cong also glanced at the prison: "What about it?"
Wu Tianyou said with a smile: "Your Majesty, it's true that you sometimes understand and sometimes you are confused. Have you never thought about my identity?"
"ha?"
Wu Tianyou looked at him for a long time, then mounted his horse and left.