The shocking crisis that is brewing between Liang and Chu is like a volcano that is about to erupt at any time, but Shu, thousands of miles away, is not aware of it at all, and it remains calm and calm.
It snowed all night in Shu, and in the early morning it stopped snowing and the sky cleared.
The weather in the capital of Shu is mild and mild, and heavy snowfall is rare in several years. In the early morning, the city is covered with heavy snow, and the sky still looks bright, with light wind and light clouds.
Guo Rong woke up from a hangover. Although he had a severe headache, he lay in front of the window and looked at the eaves of the house opposite the window and the snow on the courtyard wall. He secretly lamented the ferocity of the newly brewed plum wine in Xuzhou and thought about yesterday's experience.
New words in a sentence.
When the situation of the struggle for heirs was not so dangerous, Han Daoxun, as the secretary and young prisoner at that time, could only be said to be a noble person in the court, not to mention powerful. Guo Rong was envious of Han Daoxun's articles and calligraphy, and had close contact with him, so he knew
Han Daoxun did not pay much attention to poetry, but focused more on the study of managing the world and applying it.
In other words, Han Qian could not have copied that new phrase from his father, Han Daoxun.
If it were someone else, they might think that even if Han Qian didn't plagiarize his father's new phrase, he plagiarized it from someone else. However, Guo Rong was sent to Yang Yuanpu by Anning Palace in recent years, and his contact with Han Qian was as deep as that of others.
and.
Just think about how many times Han Qian's amazing performances shocked him in the past few years?
Even though Han Daoxun may be the architect of all strategies, Han Qian's performance is definitely not weak.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to be so close and manipulated back then.
Now it seems that this new phrase was written by Han Qian, and he will not feel any surprise.
At this time, Feng Yi knocked on the door and came in, holding a bowl of hot soup with a medicinal smell in his hand. He asked with a smile: "Master Guo has a hangover, but his headache is tight. Han Qian asked me to bring you hangover soup...
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After a hangover, in addition to having a headache, I also felt very uncomfortable in my stomach. After drinking hangover soup, I felt a warmth in my stomach, but it really relieved me.
"I got drunk very early yesterday. It seems that Mr. Wei's drinking capacity is not very good. However, Mr. Han, the Marquis of Changxiang, and Mr. Jing Qiongwen should have good drinking capacity. How long did they drink? Did they fall down?
"After Guo Rong was drunk, his memory of last night was a little blurry, so he asked Feng Yi, who had not drank last night.
After the Feng family case happened, Feng Yi was demoted to a commoner without an official status. Naturally, he was not qualified to sit down and drink with him last night. He smiled and said: "Han Qian is a very thief. How strong is the wine he brews?"
He knew it well, so he didn't drink much. As for the Marquis of Changxiang and Jing Qiongwen, their ability to drink is no better than Master Guo..."
At this time, unlike three or four years ago, Feng Yi could easily coax Guo Rong into talking. At this time, he was just talking to him, and it was impossible to tell Guo Rong the real situation of yesterday's night banquet.
However, Guo Rong was not so easy to deal with. He secretly felt that Han Qian was fine. What was he doing by getting so many of them drunk? Was he showing off the ferocity of Xuzhou's new wine?
Guo Rong also knew that he was named deputy envoy, but all the power was in the hands of Han Qian. Even if he could guess that Han Qian had other agendas besides welcoming the bride, he could not interfere.
Of course, it was not because he was alienated from Anning Palace and was sitting on the bench at Prince Tan's Mansion that Guo Rong was unaware of the crisis brewing in Jinling.
After the decisive victory in reducing the vassalage of Tanzhou, the third prince gained momentum. Before he left for Jinling as an envoy, there were already loud voices in the capital to abolish the direct lineage and replace it, let alone this marriage.
, and can even rely on the voice of the third prince Tian, but it does not mean that An Ning Palace, Shouzhou and the prince will be at ease, nor does it mean that there is no movement from Chuzhou.
Niu Gengru, Zhao Mingting, Wang Wenqian and others are not easy people to deal with; the one in Anning Palace looks kind and kind-hearted, but inside he has a wolf-like look, and the one who knows soldiers well and is good at fighting, and who sits in Chuzhou is definitely not a kind person!
If these people were easy to deal with, His Majesty would never have been so entangled in the past few years. How did Han Qian plan these things in his mind? Or did he mistakenly believe that His Majesty was able to control the situation?
If this is the case, Han Qian and the third prince are too optimistic. Perhaps they do not recognize clearly what kind of person the person in Anning Palace is, or they simply do not realize the internal government bureau that His Majesty has personally cultivated within the Ministry of Internal Affairs over the years. They have already been infiltrated by Ning'an Palace!
When Guo Rong thought of this, he couldn't help but shake his head. Why should he worry about Han Qian and the others?
The third prince is really going to ascend the throne, which will only do him harm but no good.
"By the way, Mr. Han, what plans does he have for today?" Guo Rong asked Feng Yi.
"Han Qian left Mrs. Xi in the room for the night last night. How could he be willing to get up so early?" Feng Yi yawned and said, "It is rare for Sichuan to have clear and snowy weather. It would be too boring to indulge in trivial matters all the time."
Guo Rong smiled slightly. If Han Qian could really indulge in female sex, he wouldn't have caused so much trouble to Anning Palace in the past few years. But if you think about it carefully, the female Xi family is indeed a beautiful woman. As a powerful person, he is not much worse than Princess Qingyang.
"If Mr. Guo had no instructions, I would still have to deliver hangover soup to the Marquis of Changxiang. Now I am no better than before, I have to serve all the masters one by one." Feng Yi said with emotion.
Guo Rong smiled slightly, thinking that the Feng family brothers were so flattering to Han Qian that they must be pinning their hopes for the Feng family's recovery on the third prince.
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The Marquis of Changxiang, Wang Yong, vomited violently when he returned home yesterday. He drank a hangover soup before going to bed. When he woke up, apart from being a little weak, he didn't suffer much hangover pain.
He remembered that when he walked out of the East Garden of Jinhua Building, Han Qian handed him a large stack of materials. He raised his head and looked around, but he didn't see anything in the room. He thought he drank too much last night and forgot about it. .
The Marquis of Changxiang, Wang Yong, was not in a hurry to get up. He sobered up at this time. He lay in bed and thought about many things that Han Qian said last night. It was not until he heard the sound of laughter coming from the garden outside that he was served by the maid. I got off to wash up, put on a fur robe and walked over in the snow. I saw Wan'er holding the hands of her youngest son Wang Huan and her youngest daughter Sui'er, playing in the snow in the garden.
The Marquis of Changxiang, Wang Yong, stood in front of the porch with a gloomy expression and stared at the garden for a while.
The youngest son Wang Huan soon saw him, with a look of anticipation and hesitation on his young face. Changxiang Marquis Wang Yong turned around cruelly and walked back to the study, leaving the disappointed young son Wang Huan in the garden.
Liang Wan, the concubine of Changxiang, felt a little melancholy, secretly wondering if she was born into an emperor's family. Could it be that she really couldn't have even the slightest bit of family affection?
When I walked to the study, I saw Qingyang walking over with the materials he took last night. Wang Yong, the Marquis of Changxiang, said in a low voice: "These books can only be read in the study and cannot be taken out at will. If they fall into the eyes of a caring person, , how do you want me to explain it clearly?"
"I don't think there's anything remarkable about it. Do you really think what Han Qian said last night is feasible?" Qingyang said with curled lips.
"I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't find anything wrong." Wang Yong, the Marquis of Changxiang, said hesitantly. He knew that once Han Qian was summoned by his father, he would escort Qingyang back to Chu at any time, leaving him to make a decision. There really isn't much time.
"Han Daoxun was transferred to Jinling to serve as Jing Zhaoyin. Han Qian told a big lie about this matter, and the eldest brother still wants to use the strategies he told?" Qingyang said incredulously.
Even though the Marquis of Changxiang, Wang Yong, had to warn himself every day to keep a low profile, it had been thirteen years since he left the palace and his last trace of patience had been worn away.
The opportunity when Shu had excess troops to attack Banan was also a good opportunity for him to intervene in military affairs. He did not want to miss it again, so he gritted his teeth and said:
"Han Qian is not stupid enough to think that the news of his father's appointment as Jing Zhaoyin can be hidden from us. Maybe he has a reason for not mentioning it! Maybe the situation in Jinling is more complicated than Han Qian said!"
Qingyang stared at his elder brother in surprise. He didn't expect that a person who was usually so cautious would ignore such big flaws and doubts and still use Han Qian's strategy?
Wang Yong, the Marquis of Changxiang, decided not to hide his power and bide his time. Even if Han Qian set up a trap, he was determined to jump in. He became decisive and said to Qingyang:
"Han Qian is envoy to Shu, and what he is discussing is your marriage. You can't be careless and act like nothing is wrong. In the past few days, you have been going back to the palace more often, and you have been visiting Mrs. Qi to greet you..."
They were able to recruit too few ministers from the DPRK and China to help them speak. Madam Qi's brother, General Youwuwei, and Deputy Privy Councilor Qi Lun were few of the people who had a say in the management of Banan.
Seeing that her eldest brother had made up his mind, Princess Qingyang could only agree in a low voice: "Okay!"
At this time, the guard came in and reported: "Master Han, the envoy of Chu, has sent someone to deliver hangover soup to your highness."
Hearing that Han Qian had sent someone over, Wang Yong, the Marquis of Changxiang, asked his guards to come in quickly. He saw that it was Feng Yi with two guards, each carrying an exquisite black lacquer food box.
"Yesterday, I was drunk and made a fool of myself, but Lord Han was thinking of sending me a hangover soup." Wang Yong, the Marquis of Changxiang, hesitated for a moment when he saw Feng Yi taking out the Xuanji Pot from the food box and pouring a bowl of hangover soup with a strong medicinal smell.
, or drink the hangover soup together.
"Consultant Han sent me to do something else, so I won't stay with the Marquis." Feng Yi saw that the Marquis of Changxiang, Wang Yong, had drunk the hangover soup. Not only did he not take the mystery pot, but he also didn't take the two two-foot-tall black ones.
He didn't even take the lacquered food box, he just took the person and left.
"What's the mystery here?" After the guard walked away, Princess Qingyang picked up the mystery pot on the table and looked at it for a while, then suspiciously looked at the food box that Feng Yi had thrown directly on the table, and asked without knowing the meaning.
road.
Wang Yong, the Marquis of Changxiang, walked over and groped for a while, and pulled out a dark board from the bottom of a food box, only to find that there was an interlayer in the food box, and the velvet was covered with several layers of Hepu beads as thick as a thumb.
Marquis Changxiang's surprised and bewildered face was illuminated at this moment and glowed brightly.