When we left Jinwang Palace, it was already dark and it was snowing. This was the first snow this winter. The white snowflakes fell to the ground silently, as if in memory of the old princess who had just passed away.
The guard held a big umbrella for the three adults. Zhang Fantai stretched out his hand, caught a goose feather-like snowflake, and sighed: "The old princess is so kind that God is sad."
"Good people are not rewarded well," Zhou Dutai also sighed: "This Taiyuan City was built by the old princess's father and protected hundreds of thousands of people. What a kindness. It's a pity that both father and daughter generations... can't
Good news.
Wang Xian vaguely remembered that the old princess's father was involved in a major case concocted by Taizu and was sentenced to death. Now she died so mysteriously and suffered so much torture. God is really ruthless and careless.
The three of them walked out of Donghua Gate in silence. Wang Xian declined the invitation of the two officials and returned to the imperial envoy's headquarters.
When he returned to the mansion, the lights were still bright, but when Wang Xian saw that the original luxurious furnishings and the charming maids were gone, he couldn't help but sigh secretly, this time it was so unlike me.
Just as he was feeling lost, a timid voice rang out, "This servant is waiting for you to change your clothes."
Wang Xian turned his head and saw that it was the maid Yan'er from last night. He couldn't help being a little surprised, but he said calmly: "Are you still there?"
"Steward Zhou said that you must have someone to serve you." Yan'er said weakly, "If you don't like it, I will go back to Steward Zhou tomorrow."
"Forget it, that's it." Wang Xian shook his head slightly.
"Yes." The pretty maid responded with a crisp voice, suppressing her joy, and hurriedly stepped forward to take off the corner belt of his green robe, then knelt at his feet, taking off his official boots that were soaked in snow water, and kept him cold
I put my feet in my arms to warm them, and then put on a pair of warm slippers. The room was as warm as spring, and wearing too much was just to protect myself from prickly heat.
Wang Xian was enjoying the considerate service of the pretty maid when he suddenly heard intermittent crying outside. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "Who is outside?"
"My lord, it's me," Erhei's voice sounded outside, and he paused and said, "There is also Miss Long."
"Why did you make Miss Long angry?" Wang Xian walked to the door with his hands behind his back, and the guard opened the door.
"How could I dare to offend her? Oh no, how could I offend her?" Erhei frowned and said, "It was because she heard that the old princess passed away, and she started crying endlessly."
Wang Xian looked at Miss Long who had changed into plain clothes and was crying. In fact, he brought her here with no intention of using her for any purpose. He just thought that it was rare for Erhei to find a girl he liked and abducted her to be his wife.
.I just remembered now that she grew up in the palace.
"My condolences, sister," Wang Xian sighed softly and said, "The deceased is gone, and I definitely don't want to see you so sad." He said with a wink to Er Hei, but did not help Miss Long in.
Erhei nodded quickly, stretched out his hand to carefully hold Miss Long's arm, and then invited her into the main room.
Wang Xian had someone give her hot soup, and after she calmed down, he slowly said: "I went to pay my respects today.
"Sir, do you know what disease the empress is suffering from?" Miss Long is the daughter of a scholar, and she also has a big name - her single name is Yao, Long Yao. As expected, she was led to speak by these words.
"The inside story is complicated. It is not advisable to jump to conclusions before the investigation is clear." Wang Xian shook his head and said, "But I can tell you that the old princess died in a very strange way."
"Hey..." Long Yao said with tears streaming down her face: "The old prince and his wife are living Bodhisattvas, how come there is no good reward?"
"After all, God is watching and people are doing the things in this world." Wang Xian sighed and said, "How much do you know about the affairs in the palace?"
"I grew up in the palace since I was a child. Your Majesty treats me like her own child. She also said that she would..." Long Yao blushed and stopped talking: "Anyway, I am still very concerned about things in the palace.
It’s clear, otherwise I wouldn’t ask for permission.”
"Yes." Wang Xian nodded and said, "I met Prince Jin and Prince Guangchang today."
After hearing this, Long Yao's delicate body trembled and she said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Seventh Prince, is he okay?"
After hearing what she said, Erhei was also shocked. This is so fucking tragic... Is this the reason why Miss Long has to go back to Shanxi?
Wang Xian was also quite surprised. He originally only planned to ask for some information, but he unexpectedly found out Miss Long's old lover. Giving Erhei and Shaoan an uneasy look, Wang Xian said: "He, it's not good."
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"What's wrong?" Long Yao asked, biting her red lips.
Wang Xian told her the scene he saw today. Long Yao turned pale when he heard this and said, "He is just such a person. He has been spoiled since he was a child. He has no idea what tolerance is."
In response to these words, Wang Xian had to take a high look at her and asked softly: "How is his relationship with Prince Jin?"
"Of course it's not good." Long Yao said softly: "The old prince gave birth to seven sons in total. Two of them have passed away. The remaining five highnesses, two legitimate sons and three concubines, have always been distinct from each other." After a pause, he said
: "When His Highness was the King of Jin, the two parties could still live in peace and harmony, but now that His Highness has been banned from prison, His Majesty Seventh is now alone, and his four brothers will eat him alive."
"What kind of person is His Highness the King of Jin now?" Although he had heard several comments and seen it with his own eyes, he still wanted to hear what Zhu Jiyan's acquaintances had to say, "You must tell the truth, otherwise you will
Affecting my judgment."
"Yes." Long Yao responded with a confused look: "Actually, I don't know much about what kind of person His Highness is. I originally had a very good impression of him. He is modest, studious, polite, and treats his parents well.
The brother is also very filial and filial, and sometimes I even feel that he is more like an elder brother than a big brother."
"Yeah." Wang Xian nodded. He felt this too, so he heard her continue: "But later I heard from my father that he was a very insidious person. The reason why His Highness was deposed was because he kept His Highness close to him.
Everyone bribed everyone, and everyone was saying bad things about His Highness. His younger brothers kept writing letters to the Emperor to expose His Highness, saying that His Highness sympathized with Jianwen Jun and often said treasonous words... Sir, what do you think?
After a long time, can the emperor stop hating His Highness? Then he deposed him." As he spoke, his voice became softer and quieter: "I also heard rumors from the palace that he liked a concubine of the old King Jin named Jixiang. I don't know.
True or false..."
"Is this what you heard?" Wang Xian shook his head and said, "I need real evidence, not hearsay."
"Most of it is what I heard from my father, but my father has no evidence." Long Yao shook his head gently and said: "In fact, His Highness the Third Prince has a very good reputation in Shanxi. Even now, most people don't believe it. It was him who caused the great harm."
Your Highness.
"Yeah." Wang Xian nodded and said, "What about the relationship between Prince Jin and the concubine?"
"The concubine is the legitimate mother of Prince Jin. The legitimate mother is older than the biological mother, so he naturally has nothing to say to the concubine." Long Yao said: "When I was in the palace, he greeted the concubine every morning and evening and served the concubine better than his legitimate son.
thoughtful."
"What about his biological mother?" Wang Xian asked again.
"My biological mother, Mrs. Ji, has passed away." Long Yao sighed and said, "Speaking of it, she was also a hard-working person. Her two sons were given to the concubine when they were born, and she never called her mother until she died."
"How did you die?"
"She died of illness. A few years after the old prince passed away, she also passed away." Long Yao said softly.
"Oh." Wang Xian nodded and asked a few more questions. Seeing that Long Yao was a little weak, he asked Erhei to send her back to rest first.
At this time, Zhou Yong brought several bowls of knife-cut noodles. Unlike the south, which mainly eats rice, Shanxi people mainly eat various noodles, and their accomplishments are unmatched elsewhere. Authentic Shanxi knife-cut noodles are made from noodle leaves cut with a knife, with medium-thick edges.
Thin, sharp edges, shaped like a willow leaf, smooth on the outside but not sticky on the inside, the more you chew it, the more fragrant it becomes. Wang Xian ate two bowls with a slurp, took the white towel and wiped his mouth, sighing comfortably: "
Who says you have to eat delicious food? I don’t think it can compare to a bowl of shaved noodles.”
Zhou Yong and Er Hei, who had left and returned, also began to eat. After hearing this, they shook their heads and said, "That's because the adults are tired of eating delicacies from mountains and seas."
"Haha." Wang Xian held the bowl, drank a few mouthfuls of noodle soup, and asked with a smile: "How do you feel today?"
"I feel very sad." Erhei said.
"I can't stand you being such a bear the most." Wang Xian rolled his eyes at him and said, "A man must never give up. Xiao Qian has to compete with his grandson. You are just competing with a county king, so you have no confidence?"
"I have confidence, but when I think that the person in Yao'er's heart is not me, I feel uncomfortable." Erhei said in a dull voice.
But Zhou Yong made a sound, and the noodles spurted out from his nostrils. He laughed and said: "Yao'er..."
"Okay, okay," Wang Xian said with a smile: "Stop laughing at him and talk about business. What do you think of what happened yesterday to today?"
"Sir, I think it's not easy." Erhei quickly took the words and said with a serious face.
"Yes." Wang Xian nodded, actually wanting to hear his opinion, Erhei had no choice but to agree: "Judging from the attitude of the Shanxi government towards adults along the way, it was quite flattering. But yesterday they should have known that the old princess had already
He's dead, why are you still making such a big fuss, he doesn't look like he has good intentions."
"Why don't you have good intentions?" Erhei was rough but subtle and very scheming. Zhou Yong was relatively simple and asked strangely: "Isn't it just a meal?"
"You have to think about how they entertained you last night. There were more than a dozen beauties. You really didn't touch any of them, sir?" Erhei said in disbelief: "When did you become so moral?"
"Nonsense, I've always had good moral integrity, okay?" Wang Xian gave him a look and said, "You and I want to be together. I also feel that they are pulling me into trouble, so that I can't be serious with them." He remembered the Song Dynasty.
When Wen Yanbo was the governor of Sichuan, someone reported that he had a bad lifestyle, so the imperial court sent a censor to check on him. When the censor was approaching Sichuan, he met a beautiful prostitute at the inn, and the two quickly fell out.
Sparks reluctantly parted ways until they arrived in Chengdu. As a result, at the banquet held by Wen Yanbo to welcome him, the censor was horrified to discover that the prostitute invited to entertain him was actually his romantic partner. Only then did the censor know
He was tricked and knew that he was in the wrong. He had no choice but to investigate Wen Yanbo, so he had to file a report saying that this person had a decent style and that the impeachment was purely a false accusation.
This method has been common for thousands of years, but it has always failed because men cannot resist the temptation of wine, sex and wealth.