In the past two days, Zhao Ting'er finally succeeded in boiling the horns with sour radish water until soft, then cooling and shaping them into a translucent jade-colored lantern cover. The bright-horned lantern was made and hung high in the corridor. It was not afraid of the wind and rain, and revealed the bias.
Cold light shines into the hall.
Two extra large candles were added to the hall to increase the lighting. Han Qian looked at Zhao Ting'er's charming face under the lamp, thinking that she had been with him for almost two years. She was only seventeen years old this year, but she was already of marriageable age in this world.
Already.
In the early days, Han Qian seemed like a grasshopper who was tied up in autumn. He was wary of betrayal by those around him and struggled to survive. He had no interest in personal affairs between men and women. Even if he occasionally had feelings, he would quickly suppress them and even worry about them.
If he has any unreasonable thoughts about Zhao Ting'er, he will eventually destroy the fragile trust between them.
Han Qian knew in his heart that the Battle of Xichuan and the death of Fan Dahei had impacted and changed his mood. He was no longer as restless as before, and could look at the people and things around him with a reflective attitude. Only then did he realize that Zhao Ting'er was so charming.
The soft and shy posture really melts into the bones.
It's just that in the world, good people and bad people did not intermarry. Although Han Qian would not take this so-called etiquette seriously, it would not become a reason for others to take advantage of him.
He didn't want to have an affair with Zhao Ting'er, but his father probably wouldn't agree with him taking a concubine first and then marrying a wife.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Ting'er saw Han Qian staring at her in a strange way, and asked with her beautiful eyes that looked like autumn waves.
"Guess what I'm thinking about?" Han Qian held his chin in his hand, looking at Zhao Ting'er's slightly thin but fair and beautiful face under the candle, and asked with a smile.
"Who knows what dirty things the young master is thinking about?" Zhao Ting'er covered Han Qian's eyes with her hands to prevent him from staring at her, but she didn't want Han Qian to lick the palm of her hand disgustingly.
Zhao Ting'er threw the book in her hand next to Han Qian, giggled and wiped her hands, holding a pink fist to hit Han Qian.
"Ahem!" Mr. Zhao secretly hated himself for being so hasty when he came in. Even Xi Rong, who was sitting in front of the corridor stroking her dagger, saw him coming in and had no way to quietly exit. She could only force herself.
Standing in front of the porch, he coughed twice to remind the young master and daughter that he was standing outside.
Zhao Ting'er picked up the book and covered her face. Han Qian sat up straight and asked Mr. Zhao: "What's going on?"
"Han Qian, Han Qian..." Before Mr. Zhao could say anything, he heard Feng Yi's voice coming from outside the courtyard. Then he saw Feng Yi rushing over, regardless of the guards at the entrance of the courtyard, dragging Kong Xirong with him.
"It's so late, what's the matter with you coming out of the city?" Han Qian gestured to the guards to leave and asked, "Or did you just come here from somewhere else?"
Feng Yi and Kong Xirong, like Han Qian, are nominally engaged in literature in the county prince's palace, but no matter in terms of merit or closeness, the third prince Yang Yuanpu cannot really keep them around to participate in confidential affairs.
Except for the third prince who traveled more diligently when he returned to Jinling and was first granted the title of Prince Linjiang, Feng Yi and Kong Xirong still rarely appeared in the Prince's Mansion.
In the past twenty days, although Han Qian focused a lot of his energy on Yandangji, he went to the county prince's mansion every two days and barely met Feng Yi and Kong Xirong. I don't know what happened to them today.
Suddenly he came to Yandangji late at night.
"My father is in Meitingbu and wants to see you. Come with us quickly," Feng Yi said.
Although Feng Yi didn't care and looked carefree, Feng Wenlan suddenly wanted to see him late at night. There was no way Han Qian could follow Feng Yi in a hurry. Kong Xirong started, took Feng Yi's hand and said, "Your father wants to see him."
I also need to change into dry clothes. You two will stay here first. I just got two cans of good tea from someone else. I asked Zhao Ting'er to brew it for you to try!"
"What kind of good tea can you get here? My home is in Meitingbu, so I can't get enough of your good tea." Feng Yi urged Han Qian to follow them quickly.
"What's going on with your father that he wants to see me so late at night?" Han Qian was wearing a sleeveless jacket that he cut himself. He winked at Zhao Ting'er and asked her to go into the back room and bring out some casual clothes. He remained motionless.
Sitting there, he stabilized Feng Yi and said, "Your Highness asked me to draft a memorial, and I will send someone to deliver it to the Prince's Mansion tomorrow morning. If there is nothing urgent, you can rest here tonight and I will do it tomorrow morning."
Will I go with you to see Meitingbu?"
The Feng family had a manor in Meitingbu on the west side of the city. They couldn't go directly through the city at this late hour. They had to go around the south of the city and have to travel almost fifty miles at night to get to Meitingbu.
The more urgent Feng Yi is, the less likely Han Qian is to run to Meitingbu at this time.
Seeing that Zhao Ting'er didn't come out of the back room for a long time, while Han Qian was sitting there motionless, with no intention of urging Zhao Ting'er. If Feng Yi didn't explain clearly what was going on, there was no way Han Qian could follow him to Meitingbu.
"It's not an urgent matter. It's my father who insists on inviting you to meet and discuss."
Feng Yi was also thirsty and saw a cup of herbal tea on the table. No matter who drank the leftovers, he picked it up and drank it down, and said nonchalantly,
"You also know that my garden in Meitingbu is a little dilapidated, so I thought about buying some wood to repair it. The shady businessman who never wanted to sell the wood to my family was so bold that he went to the back hill of Jiming Ridge to cut it.
Trees. It rained heavily in the past two days, and the back mountain of Jiming Ridge was severely cut down. Half of the mountain wall collapsed, burying several shacks and crushing more than a dozen craftsmen who were repairing the mausoleum. This matter has nothing to do with our Feng family.
Directly related, right? But Zhang Han, the imperial censor, wants to sue my Feng family, as if my Feng family must want to crush those craftsmen. Alas, I don’t know what my father thinks.
Those bunch of imperial censors have been thinking about biting people all day long, and now they are letting him bite them. Even if this matter is brought to His Majesty, even if he really wants to be punished, my Feng family will have to pay more than ten slaves to Your Majesty.
I wonder why my father is so guilty?"
"Zhang Han's book hasn't been handed over yet, how did your family know about this?" Han Qian asked with a frown.
"Of course someone in the Yushitai got some benefits from my family and sent someone to notify him," Feng Yi said.
"Ting'er, please bring over the booklet of the imperial censor Zhang Han." Han Qian ordered Zhao Ting'er in the back room.
Since last year, he has begun investigating the backgrounds of senior civil and military officials in the DPRK and China and establishing files in order to be able to speculate on the causal entanglement behind them at this moment.
Zhao Ting'er held a thin booklet, which included Zhang Han's life experience, friendship, main official achievements and official reputation since he became an official, especially the impeachment memorials in the past few years since he entered the Yushitai.
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After reading these, Han Qian frowned deeply and understood why Feng Wenlan was so panicked after learning about Zhang Han's impeachment.
In the past few years, the officials whom Zhang Han impeached seemed to be minor matters, but with Emperor Tianyou's direct intervention and investigation, they almost ended up being major cases of confiscating families and exterminating families; Zhang Han was basically the one whom Emperor Tianyou placed before the emperor.
A chess piece of Shi Tai.
"When did the Jiming Mountain wall collapse? Didn't your family directly send people into Jiming Mountain to cut down the mountain?" Han Qian tensed his face and asked Feng Yi seriously.
"The collapse of the mountain wall happened just the day before yesterday. What the hell, why did Zhang Han, the grandson of Zhang Han, focus on my family? However, my family did not directly send people to the mountain. The garden in Meitingbu was what my father wanted to build.
, this is something that my father is keeping an eye on personally, how do you think he would send someone to do this?" Feng Yi said.
Han Qian secretly sighed. Feng Wenlan didn't have to directly send people to cut down the trees in Jiming Mountain, but he probably knew about it.
However, the efficiency of solving crimes in the current generation was far less efficient than that of later generations. The wall of Tianshan Mountain collapsed and killed people just three days later. Only three days later, Zhang Han directly pointed the finger at the Feng family. This shows that there were already a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, staring at the Feng family, just waiting.
Let the Feng family dig out a bigger trap!
Feng Wenlan has been an official for half his life, and he has a deeper understanding of Emperor Tianyou's nature. Perhaps he was so frightened when he saw this possibility, right?
If Emperor Tianyou was determined to take advantage of this matter to attack the Feng family, Han Qian didn't think that he would end up well if he was involved. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Feng Yi: "Although the southern slope of Jiming Mountain is the imperial mausoleum that your Majesty is building.
But as long as your Feng family didn’t directly send people into the mountain to cut down the trees, your family would not be involved in the mountain wall collapsing and killing people. It’s so late, I really have to write a memorial for His Highness, otherwise you
Go back, I'll see if I have time to go to Meiting Port before noon tomorrow."
No matter what Feng Yi said, Han Qian was determined not to go around to Meitingbu in the west of the city late at night to see Feng Wenlan.
He himself had been warned by Emperor Tianyou, and it was not enough to keep to himself. How could he dare to get involved in the Feng family's affairs? In the end, he had to persuade Feng Yi and Kong Xirong to leave.
Feng Yi and Kong Xirong, escorted by several family soldiers, disappeared into the depths of the night. Han Qian stared at the night with his dark brows furrowed like mountains. He turned back and said to Mr. Zhao: "Tell Wuji and the others to get up.
Come with me to the city!"
"Going into the city at this time?" The city gate had already been closed. It would take a lot of trouble to enter the city at this time, so Old Man Zhao asked in confusion.
"Yes." Han Qian was afraid that Feng Yi and Kong Xirong would come to look for him again tomorrow morning. Only by entering the city at this time and hiding in the county prince's mansion tomorrow morning would he not need to ruthlessly reject Feng Yi and Kong Xirong and urge Mr. Zhao to hurry up.
After going to wake people up, she said to Zhao Ting'er, "You also follow me back to Lanting Lane."
Zhao Ting'er asked doubtfully:
"Your Majesty, you won't really attack the Feng family because of such an incident. Will the young master be a little more sensitive?"
"It's not that I reacted sensitively, it was Feng Wenlan who was so startled that I didn't dare not think more about it! And the matter may not be as simple as just using the Feng family to attack. Think about it, if Feng Wenlan was just using the Feng family to attack, what would happen to Feng Wenlan?
Do you need to be so ruthless in asking for help from a junior like me?" Han Qian sighed slightly and said, "Now I am afraid that the consequences of Feng Wenlan's private inquiries will be far more serious than this, so I want to drag me in!"
"Is it possible that the Feng family can be charged with treason?" Xi Rong said disdainfully.
Han Qian saw that the two women still lacked a deep understanding of Emperor Tianyou. Thinking about it, Emperor Tianyou rose to Jianghuai and established such a big foundation. How could he resort to such a failed trick? But to the doubts of the two women, he just said lightly:
"The matter involves the imperial mausoleum, so it may not be possible to label it as treason."
Han Qian thought that Feng Wenlan once served in the Shaofu, and then some of the departments of the Shaofu were merged into the inner government bureau. Maybe there was someone around Emperor Tianyou who thought of his old relationship with Feng Wenlan and tipped him off.
"It's not enough for the Feng family to be cautious. There are so many tigers and wolves in the court, and I think the Feng family is the most harmless. Why should we pin the label of rebellion on his family? Is God You Emperor confused?" Xi Rong was puzzled.
asked.
Han Qian said: "Just because the Feng family is harmless and fat!"
