The sunlight shines through the half-covered window, although it is mottled, but it still shines on the table tenaciously. The wind penetrates through the cracks in the window, gently blowing the ink ground in the inkstone, and the fragrance of the ink floats gently, and the fragrance of the ink is accompanied by the fragrance of the ink. , and also has a light sandalwood scent.
The papers on the table were gently undulating with the wind, as if aware of the dishonesty of these papers, the owner reached out and picked up the paperweight to press it down, but then she realized something, she let out a low cry, and quickly took the paperweight away, gently I was rubbing the piece of fine "alchemy paper", and there was a copy of "The Story of Ailian" written neatly on it.
"Your Highness, this is something Mr. Shen sent to me. He said it was the "Collected Works of Cao Mengde" that he had found." A maid walked over slowly and carefully placed the thing she was holding on the table.
Princess Lechang was startled for a moment, then took the package over with a little surprise: "Did Mr. Shen send it?"
The maid hurriedly nodded. Speaking of Duke Shen, the only one in the entire Jiankang Mansion who could be called "Gong Shen" was Lord Shen. Therefore, Princess Lechang's question was not because she didn't know who Duke Shen was. , but was surprised why Shen Jungao would give her something.
"Okay, please step back." Lechang waved her hand and looked at the package placed on the table. She was also weighing the weight of the package in her heart. But when she thought of the contents of the package, she still couldn't bear it. He gently stretched out his hand and pressed it.
After all, for a person who likes books, this "Collected Works of Cao Mengde" is not as good as "The New Book of Mengde" and other works of Cao Cao that have been circulated in the world. After all, Cao Cao's poems and articles were not written in a centralized manner. These works were scattered throughout his life. various periods, so it is not easy for future generations to sort it out. This set of "Collected Works of Cao Mengde" is not something that can be collected easily.
Princess Lechang once wanted to sort out the poems and articles of the Cao family and his son before, but in the end she found that this was really a voluminous task and had no choice but to give up. Now a "Collected Works of Cao Mengde" was placed in front of her. Of course there is no reason not to take it apart and take a look.
As soon as she opened the package and took out the book, Princess Lechang was stunned, because a piece of "alchemy paper" that was the same as the one used to copy the "Ai Lian Shuo" slipped out from between the pages of the book, with a total of There are four lines of poetry written. Although the handwriting is not very good, the signature is enough to attract Lechang's attention, because it is exactly the three characters "Li Xingchen".
"The broken halberd sinks into the sand, the iron is not sold, it will be washed away and recognized by the past. The east wind does not agree with Zhou Lang, and the copper bird spring locks two Qiao deeply..." Lechang almost subconsciously recited the four lines of the poem. Coming out, she slowly raised her head and looked out the window. The bright sunshine illuminated the courtyard, but she shuddered subconsciously.
This poem is really murderous and ominous.
Before Lechang could come to his senses, another letter fell out, and the handwriting on this letter was much better than Li Xingchen's. It was domineering, dripping with ink, and full of the elegance of Shen Jungao, a hermit.
Princess Lechang frowned slightly. Sure enough, it was not that easy to accept this book.
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"Mr. Shen, is this plan feasible?" A slightly fat middle-aged man paced back and forth in front of Shen Jungao, who had his eyes closed to rest. He gently fiddled with a string of Buddhist beads, but there was a somewhat puzzled look on his face. "Although His Highness Lechang loves poetry anthologies, it is true that he will be tempted by a copy of "The Collected Works of Cao Mengde"?"
The person who spoke was none other than Fu Yi, the manager of the East Palace. He was responsible for most of the internal and external expenses and personnel transactions in the East Palace. To put it bluntly, the prince's concubine Zhou was indeed Chen Shubao's secretary-general, so this Fu Yi
Mr. Fu is Chen Shubao's chief steward.
But how can someone who can sit in the position of the prince's chief steward be an ordinary person?
Shen Jungao slowly opened his eyes. It was obvious that Fu Yi was very heartbroken for taking out the book he had just received in a blink of an eye. Of course, Shen Jungao also knew that Fu Yi was loyal to Chen Shubao. Although it was heartbreaking, he would not do anything wrong.
be opposed to.
As long as it is beneficial to the prince, it is beneficial to him Fu Yi. What does a "Collected Works of Cao Mengde" mean?
It was precisely because he understood this truth that Shen Jungao decided to ask Fu Yi directly for this book. When he heard Fu Yi's question, he couldn't help but smile: "Master Fu knows how precious this book is, and I think your Royal Highness Princess
I also know that even if we know that we must ask for something, His Highness will weigh it carefully, not to mention that what we give to His Highness is not just a book."
"In order to ask His Highness to intercede for the two princes Chen Shujian and Chen Shucheng, is it worth it to go through so much trouble?" Fu Yi frowned and said, of course he would not hand the thing directly to Shen Jungao without asking the reason.
Shen Jungao said in a deep voice: "Now the two brothers Chen Shujian and Chen Shucheng are the only two who have been exposed among the many secrets of the Yangzhou governor. So if we want to know who else is deeper, we must win over these two brothers.
. Let alone one book, two, three, or more, as long as His Highness Lechang is willing to open his mouth, it will be a good deal."
After a pause, Shen Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Wei: "Brother Fu, in other words, only by buying bones with a thousand gold can I show my ambition in the East Palace!"
"What a 'big gold buys bones'!" Fu Yi couldn't help but praise him.
For the East Palace, if it can help the two princes get out of trouble, once the identities of Chen Shujian and Chen Shucheng are discovered by the Yangzhou governor and become unimportant, the East Palace can also take this opportunity to show its magnanimity, thus making more people who were originally unlucky
The civil and military ministers who proposed to Yangzhou Governor had some considerations in mind and even wavered before the battle.
"I don't know if we can buy bones for a thousand gold, at least we haven't waited for the big fish to take the bait yet." Shen Jungao frowned. The ministers who really affect the many ministers in the East Palace now are those ministers who secretly stand on the side of the Yangzhou Governor. They
Only when the identity is exposed can the East Palace breathe a sigh of relief.
After all, enemies in the open are always easier to deal with than enemies in the dark.
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"Ying'er, go and wrap up this book and send it back to Mr. Shen." Princess Lechang patted the "Collected Works of Cao Mengde" gently, "And tell Mr. Shen that this gift is too heavy. How can Lechang be so virtuous?"
I can, but I can’t afford to teach.”
The maid who delivered the package at the beginning looked at His Highness with some surprise: "Your Highness, haven't you been reading this book for a long time..."
"I miss you so much, but I can't bear such a heavy gift," Lechang said resolutely, "This thick book is a thick favor, and it will be difficult to repay it clearly."
"That's what Mr. Shen asked for..." The maid called Ying'er is not a fool. Shen Jungao will definitely not give such a book for no reason.
"Tell Mr. Shen again that if he can help me, I will be a help. If he can't help, no matter how many gifts he gives, it will be useless. Now let's use this poem as a reward." Lechang The princess said lightly, and her hand unconsciously fell on the table, holding down the thin paper.