Yin Jingting is gone. This old man who has served three kings of the New Tang Dynasty has deteriorated mentally and physically after the "Suzaku Rebellion". He thought he could survive the winter for a year, but he did not expect to die before winter.
After hearing the news, Yingping felt very sad, especially when Yin Jingting's youngest son said that the old man often muttered the words "I can't help the late emperor" before he left. It is not difficult to feel that, The old man left with shame and unwillingness.
Looking at the letter that Yin Jingting left before his death on the table, Yingping hesitated to open it. Perhaps in his heart, he felt that he had failed the old man's sincere heart. As a minister of Tuogu, Yin Jingting was the most conscientious and conscientious, even risking his remaining years for himself. If not for this, he would not have ended up in such a miserable state when he retired. Because of this, facing Yin Jingting's legacy letter, Yingping felt particularly depressed and heavy.
After some struggle, Yingping put the letter away silently. He still didn't have the courage to open it.
After putting the letter away, Yingping recalled the past infatuatedly. The voice and smile of this stern but lovely old man seemed to still be before his eyes. I still remember that Yin Jingting always used the righteousness of the family and the country to educate himself. Once he relaxed a little, he would go online. The nagging that was like a curse at the beginning is now a little nostalgic... I think the content of the letter is also some Good advice, right? It's a pity that I didn't listen to the old man's words in time. As for this letter, I will read it again when I have a chance...
Just when Yingping was thinking wildly, Ye Changshan walked in from outside the hall. Looking at the envelope in Yingping's hand, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "What is that in your hand?"
When Yingping saw Ye Changshan's arrival, he couldn't help but feel a little more cheerful. He shook the envelope in his hand and said, "Letter, the letter Mr. Yin left for me..."
Ye Changshan also heard the news of Yin Jingting's death. Thinking of Mr. Yin's advice to Yingping in the past, Ye Changshan was still grateful.
"What's the matter with you?" It's just past the twenty-second day. If there is nothing else, Ye Changshan would usually spend the night at the mountain gate before returning to the palace.
"What a coincidence, I also have a letter here."
After saying that, Ye Changshan also took out an envelope from his arms. Yingping took the envelope doubtfully, his eyes full of confusion.
"Who sent it?"
"I didn't write anything, I just said you have to open it yourself. I checked the envelope and took it over after checking that there was nothing wrong with it."
"Send it to the mountain gate?"
"Um."
"Where is the messenger? Have you seen him?"
"See, she is...a girl who is younger than us."
Yingping became even more confused. Is the little girl sending a message to him? Or send it to Qianniu Mountain? He opened the envelope with confusion and read the contents of the letter word for word.
As his eyes glanced back and forth, Yingping's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, making Ye Changshan, who was standing aside, couldn't help but become curious.
"What's going on...everything comes together...?" Yingping said to himself. After saying that, he handed the letter in his hand to Ye Changshan and motioned for Ye to take a look.
Ye Changshan took the letter and read it quickly. Then he raised his head with the same frown and asked in an incredulous tone: "Is Zhe Helan dying soon?"
"Keep your voice down--" Yingping gestured quickly.
During this period, Chen Jinjue's 'surveillance' on Yingping became more and more intense. He even recorded the times when Yingping favored Tang. If Ye Changshan hadn't returned to the mountains in the past few days, I'm afraid Chen Jinjue would have been closely beside him. .
Ye Changshan understood, lowered his voice, and said, "What does thatched cottage mean? Zhehelan is dead as soon as he dies, why do I need to write a letter to tell you?"
"Obviously, he has something to tell me."
"Then why not write it in the letter?"
"Oh, that is of course a very important and obscure matter. This old fox has stayed in the Wei Palace for so long, so he is naturally very cautious in his actions. If this letter falls into the hands of others, wouldn't it be a mistake? "Ying Ping sneered.
"Then what do you plan to do?"
"Since the old flower farmer sincerely invites me, I will naturally accept the invitation." Yingping's expression became more confident, and he said with a smile: "The ancients said, 'When a person is about to die, his words are also good.' Since the old flower farmer will not die soon. Well, of course it’s impossible to spend so much effort to harm us.”
"So... who's going?"
"I don't worry about others leaving such an important matter."
When Ye Changshan saw Yingping suddenly looking at him with bright eyes, he couldn't help but wonder: "...me?"
Yingping nodded and said, "I feel most at ease if you go. I will take the opportunity to express my condolences to Yin Jingting and leave in good faith. As for Ji Si's matter, I'll look for someone else. How about that? No problem, right?"
Ye Changshan was confused by this wave of things. He thought for a moment and felt that there was nothing wrong with this trip, so he nodded and agreed. Then, he raised his head and asked: "Ji Si? Prince Zhou Chen? What else is going on with him over there?"
"I was just waiting to discuss this matter with you when you came."
Yingping pulled Ye Changshan to sit down, then stretched out his head to look around outside the study. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he returned to Ye Changshan and whispered: "Ji Si wants to take back the throne, and wants to get it from me." I borrowed it from an uncle to use. At first I thought it would be more suitable for you to go, but after thinking about it, it is still a bit risky. Once this matter is exposed, I am worried that the illusion I have painstakingly created over the past few years will be seen through, so... …”
"So who do you want to go? Seventh Senior Brother?"
"Shichiro? There's no way he can do it. Everyone in the world can go, but he can't."
Ye Changshan was puzzled, but did not go into details and continued to ask: "Third Senior Brother?"
"I have also considered it, but..."
"Is it possible that you want him to go to Daliang?"
"Then it's even more impossible——"
Seeing that Ye Changshan did not guess his intentions, Yingping simply said directly: "I don't want Master Shanmen to be involved this time, so I came to discuss it with you... I want to do this favor, but I don't want to get involved. It’s too deep. If Ji Si’s affairs are exposed, once you find that there is a shadow of Han Clan here, you will naturally associate it with me, which will not be good for me or Shanmen.”
Ye Changshan understood what Yingping meant, and searched for a suitable candidate in his mind.
"I have analyzed this person. In fact, he does not need to have much ability or even cultivation. The key is to be smart and able to adapt to changes..."
Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall. Yingping and Ye Changshan looked at each other, and then tacitly chose to shut up at the same time. After a while, Chen Jinjue's slightly joyful voice came from——
"Hey! Master Xiaoye? You came back so early this time..."
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The impact of Zhou Chen's internal changes seems to be increasing instead of decreasing. In the past few days, the Wang family brothers and sisters have been gathering together to discuss the matter almost every day. This has also given Yingping a chance to breathe. Today, taking advantage of Chen Jinjue's When something happened to leave, Yingping sneaked out of the palace.
Along the way, Yingping looked around for fear of being bumped into. Everyone walking on the street now looked like Chen Jinjue's spies to him.
Ye Changshan walked as if nothing had happened, but in his heart he wanted to scold Yingping. How could he act like he was carrying thousands of taels of silver in his arms in broad daylight? Even if you have no money, you will be targeted by thieves! Seeing Yingping's sneaky look, Ye Changshan touched him with his arm and said, "What are you afraid of? Be natural! Can you be natural?"
Yingping withdrew his gaze warily and said, "What are you afraid of? Do you know how difficult it has been for me to go out of the palace since I learned that Tang entered the palace?"
Since the last Lan Qiufang assassination, the Queen Mother has strictly limited the number of times Ying Ping can leave the palace. If she really wants to leave the palace, she has to send several imperial guards to follow her secretly. Firstly, it is to monitor Yingping's movements. Secondly, the Queen Mother also I'm really worried, worried that if something happens to Yingping, she won't be able to explain it to the civil and military officials and the people of the New Tang Dynasty.
"I snuck out of Zhitang's bed, okay!?" Yingping said angrily. Today he ran to Zhitang's place again, but he didn't even take off his clothes after getting into bed, so he took advantage of the fact that there was nothing around him. People escaped through the windows. Thinking of this, Yingping became even more angry and said: "Humph, my own concubine! And she made it look like she was stealing..."
Ye Changshan suppressed a smile and patted Yingping on the shoulder to show sympathy.
"How long does it take to get there? If we had known it was so far, we would have hired a carriage."
"We're just ahead." Ye Changshan pursed his lips.
After a while, the two stopped at the door of a house. Compared with other houses in Chang'an, this house is large, but its bricks and tiles are old, as if it has not been renovated for decades. It must be that this family's ancestors were once wealthy, but now they have become mediocre.
"Are you sure this is here?" Yingping asked doubtfully.
"Yes, I asked three people and they all said it was here."
"Okay", Yingping nodded, and then said without any doubt: "No matter what, we must get this done today."
Ye Changshan also nodded. He took a deep breath, then stepped forward.
'Dong dong dong——'
Ye Changshan knocked hard, fearing that the people in the room wouldn't hear, but after a long time, the door still didn't open.
'Dong dong dong——'
Ye Changshan pressed harder, even the dust on the door was knocked off, but this time there was still no answer.
'Dong dong dong——'
Ye Changshan almost smashed the door, when his hand was no longer a flesh palm, but like a bell hammer in a temple.
With a "squeak" sound, the door finally opened, and a seven or eight-year-old girl stuck her head out and looked at Ye Changshan curiously.
"Who are you?" The girl looked a little alert.
Seeing the displeased look on the little girl's face, Ye Changshan's expression softened and he asked with a smile: "Little girl, are you...father at home?"
The little girl turned her head and looked into the room, then looked back at Ye Changshan and said, "He is -"
"Are you there? Then can you go in and tell your dad that his friend is here to see him?"
When the little girl heard this, she quickly shook her head like a rattle and said, "No, grandpa and dad are receiving important guests at home today, and you can't go in."
Ye Changshan was stunned for a moment, and then looked a little embarrassed.
After hearing what the little girl said, Yingping was not in a hurry. He walked forward and said with a smile: "Little girl, go in and tell your father that his creditor is here and ask him to come out to see us quickly. "
"Credit?" The little girl was a little confused.
"yes."
"How much does daddy owe you? If it's not much, I'll pay it back for him..."
After that, the little girl took out a small purse from her waist, and there was the sound of coins colliding inside.
Looking at the cute appearance of the little girl, Yingping couldn't help but laugh and said: "The money your father owes me can't fit in your small purse. Time is tight, go ahead -"
"Oh..." The little girl put her purse back on her waist. She turned around and was about to enter the house, but before she took two steps, she turned back and asked curiously: "Uncle, how much money does my father owe you? "
Yingping raised three fingers in a leisurely manner and said calmly: "No more, no less, exactly 300,000 pieces of silver——"
