"So, Prince Jin'an has already begun to build a virtuous and capable clan with a good reputation?"
Gao Lingbo, who was avoiding crime at home, threw the record documents collected by his staff on several cases and said with a half-smile.
"What's a good thing if the clan has a good reputation? It's just a reminder of life."
"The empress is worried that he will be unfavorable to His Highness," the aide said.
Gao Lingbo shook his head and raised his hand to signal the singers to continue.
The graceful singing of Sizhu resounded indoors again, looming through the curtains like a fairyland.
"So these women are confused about big things but clear about small things." Gao Lingbo continued to tell his staff, "No matter how powerful he is, how can he be detrimental to Prince Ping? What is Prince Ping? He is the crown prince, although his identity has not yet been clarified.
, but everyone knows in their hearts that he is the future king. If a king is stupid, the ministers will have opinions? But if a clan is smart and powerful, I am afraid that everyone will have opinions. No need for everyone, I am afraid that the emperor will be the first.
At once…..."
When he said this, there was a sneer on his lips.
The emperor of their Fang family has driven his own brothers to death with just one word, let alone a nephew of the royal family who is not a direct blood relative.
"Who knows if the emperor was so kind to him just to flatter him..."
Hearing this, the staff couldn't help but shudder.
The power of Heaven is unpredictable, and the Family of Heaven is ruthless.
"I'll keep him in the capital and let him fight to make him famous. I won't even have time to laugh," Gao Lingbo continued.
At this point, he shook his head and sighed.
"It's a pity that the empress has trapped herself." He said slowly, "So if you don't trap yourself, you will trap yourself."
The staff member smiled slightly.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty is also uneasy because of what happened now." He said, "My lord, do you really want to ask someone to let you go?"
"Take a step back and the sky is brighter. Staying in the capital at this time will only make His Majesty bored. I might as well hide far away. Firstly, His Majesty will be out of sight and out of mind and will be even more disgusted with me. Secondly, it will also make Chen Shao..." Gao Lingbo
said.
Speaking of the word "Chen Shao", the tone was aggravated and slowly passed between the teeth.
"... Self-righteousness, let him be proud and powerful, we will see. Anyway, the arrangements in Beijing are almost the same. Even if I leave, it will not cause any serious harm."
The staff member nodded and looked at several cases.
"Then Prince Jin'an..." he asked.
"Since the empress is not at ease, let him go out." Gao Lingbo said, picking up another document, "To provide disaster relief, the civil unrest is caused by the disaster. Find out the root cause and eliminate the root cause. Otherwise, there will be murderers from all directions.
The waves rise."
This was the response of Prince Jin'an in front of the emperor. Within half a day, it was clearly placed on Gao Lingbo's desk.
The staff member lowered his head slightly, then raised his head with a smile on his face, and the trace of worry disappeared from his eyes.
It doesn't matter whether you are in the capital or not.
"Then let's start with disaster relief. Don't let him just talk without doing anything. Don't you want a good reputation? Then go get a good reputation." Gao Lingbo said, throwing the documents back to the cases again.
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Prince Jin'an stopped his horse at Yudai Bridge and frowned as he looked at Cheng Jiaoniang's door.
There was no one in front of the door.
"Is it because it's the Chinese New Year that I don't write anymore?" he asked.
"This is one reason, and another is because Mrs. Cheng has moved back home to live with her parents, so naturally it is inconvenient for her to go out and write." The attendant said.
Prince Jin'an said oh, he had forgotten that she no longer lived here.
"Your Highness, do you think you want to go over?" the attendant asked again.
"Of course." King Jin'an urged him forward and said, "That's not her home, this is her home. I'll wait for her here."
Today is the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
There is a festive atmosphere in the house, colorful scrolls and red lanterns have been hung, and the aroma of meat, coriander and vegetables is lingering in the courtyard.
The originally busy business had stopped, and in the bright hall, Fan Jianglin was entertaining the guests who suddenly arrived.
"None of these things have been taken away," Prince Jin'an said, looking around.
The furnishings were still the same, and even the woman's cushion was still placed.
"Yes." Fan Jianglin said, "My sister said you don't need to bring anything with you. Things will be where you are."
Prince Jin'an nodded with a smile, took the tea and took a sip.
"Yeah, but the tea is different." He said.
Fan Jianglin lowered his head and answered yes.
"In the past, when Your Highness came here, Banqin would always make tea." He said, "Now that Banqin is gone, these little girls can't compare to her craftsmanship."
Prince Jin'an's eyes lit up.
"I used to make tea with half celery?" he asked.
"Yes." Fan Jianglin responded again.
"What about others coming?" Prince Jin'an asked again.
other people?
"We don't have many visitors at home, so we always make tea with half celery." Fan Jianglin replied.
The prince of Jin'an County smiled, picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Mrs. Huang, who was waiting to be seated in the corridor, couldn't help but glance at the girl next to her, with a strange look on her face.
"Do you still have the tea that my sister used?" she asked in a low voice.
The girl nodded.
"Get ready, Banqin will be here soon, let her make tea first." Huang said in a low voice.
The girl responded yes.
While they were talking, someone in the room got up. Huang quickly followed suit and saw the noble young man walking out.
"Your Highness." Fan Jianglin hurriedly sent him off, "I have already gone to invite my sister."
Prince Jin'an smiled and nodded.
"I'm not leaving, I just..." He looked at Fan Jianglin, looking up and down, "I still remember when Fan Junjian and his seven men went out to kill wolves at night, and the seven men fought off the entire pack of wolves. It feels like it was yesterday when I think about it."
Fan Jianglin was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little sad.
At first...
It will never be the same again.
"...Others have heard that you guys are one against ten heroes, but I have seen it with my own eyes..."
The words of Prince Jin'an continued in his ears, Fan Jianglin looked back, bowed to him and thanked him for his praise.
"I wonder if Military Supervisor Fan is still as good as before?" Prince Jin'an asked, looking at his arm.
Fan Jianglin was stunned for a moment.
"Junjian Fan's marksmanship is excellent, why don't we give it a try," said the King of Jin'an County.
Fan Jianglin finally understood and was so frightened that he waved his hands and said he didn't dare.
Prince Jin'an also nodded curtly.
"I command you," he said.
Fan Jianglin looked helpless.
When Banqin walked into the house, she was a little surprised.
"Sister, they are all in the backyard." The little girl said with a bit of timidity.
"His Highness is gone?" Banqin asked.
"No, His Highness is also in the backyard." The little girl said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang who came in and hurriedly saluted.
There were shouts and shouts coming from the backyard.
"What are you doing?" Banqin muttered and followed Cheng Jiaoniang towards the backyard.
In the small martial arts field in the backyard, the two of them were going back and forth. In the winter, they took off their thick robes and only wore their inner clothes tied up. Their bodies tensed and jumped with the movements, and they were like tigers and tigers.
"That's Da Langjun, who is this?" Banqin said, staring at him.
The young man's robes were tied up, exposing his wrists, and he was holding a wooden stick. As he advanced and retreated, his body, which was a bit thin compared to Fan Jianglin, also bulged with strong muscles.
With the stick shaking, the young man turned around.
"Your Highness!" Banqin shouted out loud.
This sound made Huang and others gathered in front turn their heads, and even Fan Jianglin looked up.
Taking advantage of this, the prince of Jin'an County struck with his long stick, and the long stick in Fan Jianglin's hand was knocked away.
It rolled to the ground with a clang.
The young man gasped a little, and a smile spread on his face.
"Sure enough, it's different from those who practice for the sake of practice." He said, looking at Fan Jianglin who was saluting, "Military Superintendent Fan is not used to this, right? You played hard."
"Your Highness is more powerful than Da Langjun?" Banqin couldn't help but ask the person next to him.
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "My brother is learning murdering kung fu, but your highness is only learning kung fu."
Killing skills can only be used when killing people, and this is not the time to kill, and this person cannot be killed, so the fight is naturally difficult.
"I didn't expect His Highness's spear to be so good." Fan Jianglin saluted King Jin'an again and said, "It can be seen that he has put a lot of effort into it. The bottom plate is stable, but it lacks actual combat."
Prince Jin'an smiled and nodded.
"Then do you think if I really have to face the murderer, what are my chances of winning?" he asked.
Fan Jianglin was stunned when asked.
"If you really want to get to this point, you have no chance of winning." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
If a county prince really wanted to confront the murderer at close range, it would mean that he would be in danger and lose all his guards. If the enemy could do this, he would definitely be put to death, and he would have to take his life.
The prince of Jin'an County laughed and took the clothes handed to him by his attendants, putting them on and wrapping them up.
"I came to you to ask you for a favor." He walked over and said to Cheng Jiaoniang.
Fan Jianglin and Huang had already left in a hurry.
"Let's go and wash up first." Cheng Jiaoniang said and bowed sideways.
The prince of Jin'an County was stunned for a moment.
Do you want to wash up here?
I'm afraid I might get cold in the winter.
He immediately smiled and nodded generously.
Over there, Mrs. Huang and Fan Jianglin heard this and hurriedly invited the girls and servants to clean up.
After a simple rinse with hot water, Prince Jin'an walked out in clean clothes, feeling somewhat comfortable.
"Your Highness, don't dislike it, these are all new clothes." Fan Jianglin said.
"Don't mind it, this material is of the best quality." Prince Jin'an said, and he opened his hands, and his entourage put him in a robe, then arranged his hair again, put a bun on his head, and walked out.
The charcoal fire was heated in the living room, and the freshly brewed tea had been put on the table. The woman was sitting and leaning against a table, reading a book, with green smoke rising from the incense burner beside her.
Warm as spring, quiet and peaceful.
The prince of Jin'an County was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt something strange in his heart.
Hearing the noise, Cheng Jiaoniang put down her book and stood up.
"Your Highness, please."
Banqin, who was sitting on his knees by the door, saluted and said while opening the door on the other side.
The prince of Jin'an County stepped forward with a smile on his face.
"The tea is right this time."
After drinking all the tea in front of him, Prince Jin'an said with a smile.
Fan Jianglin hurriedly saluted and thanked him.
"Are you still used to living there?" Prince Jin'an looked at Cheng Jiaoniang again and asked.
After asking, he laughed again without waiting for an answer.
"Ah, I forgot again. No one and nothing can make you inconvenient or make you uncomfortable."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled slightly and saluted.
"I've been bothering you for a long time, so I'll cut the story short." Prince Jin'an watched Banqin pour tea for the three people in the hall again, and then said, "I would like to ask Mrs. Cheng for a favor. This favor is a bit too much to ask."
"Why is it so difficult?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
Prince Jin'an straightened his expression, straightened his body, and raised his hand to salute.
Fan Jianglin was shocked by such a great gift.
"Fang Bocong would like to ask Mrs. Cheng to take care of Prince Qing." Prince Jin'an said. (To be continued)
