"..." Xuan Fei said, "You are a daughter of a boudoir after all. Are you afraid of ruining your reputation by speaking like this?"
Mingwei replied: "A good reputation is for getting married. I already have a fiancé, so what are I afraid of?"
Ji Ling's voice came from the front: "Cousin, I'm listening!"
Don't talk more and more outrageously!
Mingwei could only spread his hands and restrain himself: "Okay, what advice does Temple Master Xuanfei have?"
Xuanfei has always been a peaceful person. No matter what happens, he can stay neither happy nor angry. But now, he really wants to blow the head of the person in the car!
"We are talking about facial features!" His jaw tightened.
"Oh, your face!" Mingwei nodded, "I've seen it a long time ago, so what?"
"So, you haven't ever thought that a secret can't stay a secret forever?"
Mingwei touched his chin, thinking.
Xuanfei said again: "This is just the beginning, be prepared."
After saying this, he pulled the reins and rode forward.
Duofu listened confused and asked her: "Miss, what is he talking about? Is he playing riddles?"
Ming smiled, but his expression was very solemn: "As an expert, you always like to speak half of your words, which makes you look unfathomable."
"Oh!" Duofu seemed to understand, "Then let me think about what the other half of the sentence is."
Mingwei looked at the increasingly heavy autumn rain outside, and there was no longer any smile on her face.
The secret...has it been discovered?
…
When the Holy Emperor returned to the capital, Qiu Xie's team disbanded and everyone returned to their homes.
Yang Shu went directly back to Bolinghou Mansion.
He knew that something happened, something very important to him. If he wanted to get through this difficulty, he should find help. But he felt inexplicably depressed and didn't want to say anything.
I don’t want to do it, I just want to wait for the result to arrive.
The answer I have been struggling with for three years seems to be coming soon.
The news came to the Bolinghou Mansion one day later.
The imperial edict was passed down to the imperial city chief Yang Shu, but he failed to detect the culprits, which put the emperor in danger. He was suspected of dereliction of duty, so he was dismissed from his post and imprisoned.
When the news came out, the whole capital was shocked.
Isn't the third young master of the Bolinghou Mansion just a freeloader in name? He is derelict in his duties? What functions make him derelict?
Well, even if he really neglected his duties, didn't the imperial concubine regard him as her own son and the emperor loved him very much? Is this serious enough to deprive him of his position and go to jail?
Could it be that the Bolinghou Mansion was about to lose power, so he was also implicated?
No, no, Bolinghou's mansion is doing well, and Bolinghou even went to intercede for his nephew.
This is really weird. What kind of drama is this?
This play surprised many people.
The third young master of Bolinghou Mansion may sound outrageous, but he has never committed any crimes. At most, he has been bullied by those who are also dandies.
What does this mean? We are both playboys, and who has never fought for leisure?
When this happened, the people who complained the most were those dandies who had been fighting for their leisure time.
Aren't they just a little dissipated? They are so innocent and careless, and they spend their days just living on the merits of their ancestors, eating and drinking, how come they end up in jail?
Originally, the happiest person in this matter should be the prince. But after the autumn hunt, he found that he had made a mistake.
Why are you always at odds with Yang San? That little bastard King Xin is the opponent he should pay attention to!
Speaking of the throne, even if Yang San is the illegitimate son of his father, he is not a member of the royal family without entering the Jade Order, and he is not qualified to inherit the throne. Instead, King Xin, his good second brother, is the second-in-line heir. As long as he is eliminated
As the prince, he can be the crown prince!
Let’s talk about strength. No matter how arrogant Yang San is, all his power comes from the emperor. As long as the person above him turns his back, he will be nothing.
But King Xin unknowingly gathered a group of people around him! And his mother is still there! Concubine Hui seems to be an honest person, but she has never suffered a loss!
The prince was enlightened. What had he been doing before? Going against Yang San was a waste of time! King Xin was his opponent. Only by getting rid of this second brother would his position be secure.
The talented people in the East Palace will probably burst into tears knowing that His Highness the Crown Prince has changed his mind.
I have said so many times that I still have to keep some reservations about the second prince, but the result is that His Highness refuses to listen.
Have you finally woken up now? Fortunately, it’s not too late. The Holy One has not completely given up on the prince, and he can still fight!
Therefore, the prince did not add insult to injury, and the matter became a mystery.
When Mingwei got the news, she sighed.
Ji Ling asked her: "Do you know the reason?"
"I guess so."
"Can it be saved?"
Mingwei smiled bitterly: "I can directly rob the prison and keep him safe, but in that case, even if I save him, I will still lose."
The glimmer of opportunity she had worked so hard to discover was ruined just like this.
"I understand." Ji Ling said, "You need to use normal methods to save him."
Mingwei nodded.
The so-called normal method is to change the emperor's mind from top to bottom and clear his name.
But this is not easy. The emperor can let go of other things, but this matter is absolutely impossible.
She thought about it over and over again, but was at a loss.
Ji Ling thought with her for a long time and said, "We need to find a helper."
Mingwei cheered up: "What's your cousin's idea?"
"The so-called normal method is the method of the court. We need someone who is very familiar with the government, understands the will of the emperor, and is proficient in the rules to help me find a way."
Mingwei thought deeply: "Then I can only go to Mr. Jiang."
Ji Ling sighed: "Master Jiang's official position is not low, but to change his mind, he needs a higher position."
Mingwei said: "According to what you said, doesn't it mean that only a few prime ministers can do it?"
Ji Ling nodded seriously: "That's true."
He didn't know what the specific matter was, but he knew very well that only the top officials could change the emperor's mind.
The person with the highest official rank that Mingwei knew was Jiang Wenfeng. Although Ji Ling had good connections, most of the people he knew were from the scholarly community and were not in the government but in the opposition.
"I still have to find a way with Mr. Jiang," Mingwei said.
However, before she could find him, Jiang Wenfeng came back from Santai Academy.
He did not come back alone, he also brought with him the teacher who was said to never enter the court, the great Confucian Fu Jin.
Fu Jin entered Beijing and rejected Jiang Wenfeng's invitation, saying, "I have my own place to live."
Jiang Wenfeng was surprised: "Sir, does he have a house in Beijing?"
Fu Jin waved his hand, didn't answer him, and just walked away in the autumn rain.
Half an hour later, the concierge of Prime Minister Lu's Mansion saw a scribe holding an umbrella walking slowly out of the moderate rain.
He is gentle and elegant, shaped like a jade mountain, and he looks like a very knowledgeable person at first glance.
He smiled slightly and said: "Excuse me, I, Fu Jin, would like to see Mr. Lu."