Erhe looked blank, but his heart was in chaos. Princess... immoral? Or the forehead consort?
"The thief shouts to catch the thief"? This is not something he can interfere with and decide! The princess of the Qing Dynasty was also famous for her toughness in her early years.
Especially before entering the customs, the princesses of the Taizu Dynasty and Taizong Dynasty were often domineering and fierce, which caused headaches for both their mother's and husband's families.
Especially in the Taizong Dynasty, Taizong entertained his aunts and sisters several times, just to discuss with them that he should be more reasonable and less violent in the future.
At that time, the princes-in-law were all Miao descendants of Manchuria and princes of the Horqin tribe of Mongolia. The former is a noble vassal who follows to conquer the world, while the latter is an ally by marriage, and neither of them is easy to beat.
But that just means that the princess and the eldest princess are not very obedient and have little respect for the aunt and the prince-in-law.
There is no other immorality. Princess Duanjing's gossip is questioning her chastity and virtue.
Princess Gaoyang and Bianji... Erhe didn't dare to think deeply about it. This impact is too great. It's not something he can interfere with, nor can Brother Jiu take care of it casually.
It involves court decency. He looked at the director and said: "Master Jiu is encircling Rehe and has to stay for a few more days. There is not enough food. So he sent me to Kayou Banner to buy it. Apart from the official warehouse, where can I get a thousand kilograms of food in the town?" Rice?" After hearing this, the station director shook his head and said: "The granary of Ehuangfu may not have a thousand kilograms of rice. The main food in Haraqin is wheat, supplemented by buckwheat, and the rest is millet and sorghum. The former is used. The rice is fried and eaten, and the latter is used to make porridge." Rice is not produced locally, and even if some rice comes from Guanli, it is rare. The palace manager came to buy it a while ago and bought 80% of it.
Erhe said: "The biggest granary in the town belongs to my brother-in-law?" The station director nodded and said: "It is on the shop in the street in front. Behind the grain store is the warehouse, and that shop belongs to my brother-in-law. Erhe nodded, put down the food matter, looked at the director and said: "Today is already October 18th, six days before the Golden Awarding Festival. If no one from the Princess Mansion comes out, are there any dowry people living there?" Outside the princess's mansion?" The station director thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No, this place is vast and sparsely populated. The princess's mansion was built before the princess's death. There are nearly 300 houses, and the ten families who are dowry are all in the mansion. Live with me." Therefore, once the gate of the Princess Mansion is closed, it really cuts off the news from inside and outside.
Erhe was alert in his heart, looked at the man and said: "Tomorrow morning you will lead the way, we will go to the grain store to buy grain. Afterwards, someone will ask you, just bite this one to death. If you say something that shouldn't be said, and someone silences you, that's your fault." It has something to do with it." The man immediately pursed his lips and said, "The guard is here to prepare food. He has official duties and cannot delay. If the princess is ill, he can only come back to say hello." He then nodded and asked the man to go down.
When he was alone, Erhe was hesitant to tell the twenty guards below him to be more alert tonight and lie down with his clothes on.
Immediately, he gave up the idea. Adding superfluous information can easily frighten the enemy. The princess should just be under house arrest. If there was something wrong, the prince-in-law would not let such rumors go out and would have cleared them up long ago.
In that case, the twenty-one of them would be like falling into a wolf's den and become the targets of silence. There would be no point in struggling.
Since that's not the case, then just pretend that you don't know anything... The front yard of the Prince-in-law's Mansion.
Garzang stood on his seat with a gloomy face, looking at his two subordinates. In terms of age, he is one year younger than Princess Duanjing, and is only twenty-six this year.
It's just that Mongolians eat meat and become adults in their teens. They also look relatively mature and look a bit rough, as if they are in their thirties.
He and the princess got married in the 32nd year of Kangxi's reign, when he was seventeen and the princess was eighteen. In the beginning, there were moments of love, but the two were not in harmony with each other. After the princess gave birth to a boy and a girl, the two families began to respect each other as guests.
He had concubines here before the wedding, and there were female slaves he took in after the wedding, but he knew the rules, and the bastards were all born after the princess became pregnant.
I thought everything would be fine, but I didn't expect the princess to treat a young guard differently. If the princess was willing to let him kill the guard directly, the matter would be over, but the princess refused.
Could it be that all the people of Karaqin laughed at him as a living bastard? What man can stand this? He didn't regret asking someone to seal the princess's mansion and teach her a lesson, but he didn't mean to turn the couple against each other.
This matter should not be known to outsiders. But now that outsiders have come, people are worried. The older staff member said: "Don't worry, my brother-in-law, I asked people to stare at the station. There is nothing strange. The horses took off their reins and everyone stopped." Garzang said: "Keep staring. Can't slack off." The man responded, arranged the manpower, and stared at the station.
As a result, in the early morning, before it was dark, there was movement at the station. The stationmaster carried a lantern, got on his horse, and took a few people to the center of the town.
The man followed behind and looked in the direction of several people. It seems to be really the direction of the princess mansion. The man followed cautiously, but the horse in front stopped.
"Bang bang bang bang..." A rapid knock on the door rang out, alarming the dogs on the street.
"Woof woof woof woof..." This is the busiest street in the town. There are shops in the north and south, and many dogs follow him.
"That bastard, are you trying to catch up with the immortals?" With the sound of cursing, there was movement in the grain store.
"Clang..." The door bolt was pulled, and the door was pushed open. It was a black-faced Mongolian man, looking at everyone with an evil expression.
The Haraqin Banner is rich and peaceful, and this shop is still a business of the Prince Consort. The people in the shop are also stubborn and cursed: "Go, go, go! According to the rules, the door will not open until the sun rises, and there will be no more business after the sun goes down." The station manager raised a lantern and said: "Chaolu, no one has broken the rules of the shop. These are distinguished guests from afar. They are in trouble and come to Haraqin to ask for help. Don't ask them to follow the rules of Haraqin people." ." The man saw Erhe beside the director.
Erhe wears a hood, a mink hat on his head, and a knife at his waist. It is indeed not a Mongolian dress.
Erhe, who also speaks Mongolian, directly introduced himself: "I am the bodyguard of the ninth prince of Bogda Khan, the fourth-grade military attache Erhe. I was ordered to come here to buy food. The ninth prince was hunting in the palace three hundred miles away. We have more manpower but not enough food. If you ask me to come to Kalaqin to replenish food, does this need to be approved by the princess's mansion or the prince-in-law's mansion? Then I should go to the princess's mansion now and ask them to arrange for someone to come over?" Na Chaolu shook his head and said : "I need permission from my husband-in-law. I don't bother you, sir. I can go and ask." He knew the Ninth Prince.
It was the ninth prince who came over the year before last and made custom-made golden belts for the princes and princes. He was born to Bogda Khan's favorite concubine and was in charge of Bogda Khan's palace and private property.
More than half a month ago, the manager of the Kalahe Tun Palace sent people to Kalaqin to buy rice for the Ninth Prince's winter hunting. He bought almost all the rice in the shop.
In the end, even the more than one thousand kilograms of rice was not enough to eat? He called a few people into the shop, led the horse behind him, and went to the prince-in-law's house.
Garzang didn't sleep all night. He was a little confused. He was not worried about the stalemate between the couple. He was the owner of this land.
But if he really wanted to alarm the court, he would not be able to bear the consequences. He already regretted it. He should not have broken up with the princess, but should have quietly executed the guard.
At this time, Chaolu came to see him, and Garzang also came to see him. When it became clear that the group of people coming from the station were not from the capital, but from the Karahe Tunhang Palace to buy food, Garzang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ordered: "Sell to them, sell more, and order more trucks." Carriage..." As he said that, he stood up and wanted to go there in person to meet Erhe.
But thinking that when I sent someone yesterday, I said that he was not in town, it was really hard to show up. He called his confidant in charge and asked him to go there with Chaolu.
The steward felt uneasy and even more afraid. When he arrived at the grain store, he looked at Erhe's expression. When Erhe saw a wizened old man with a beard, he looked at him with a sly look, and felt that this person was not a good person.
He didn't say much. He just put on his usual expression as the ninth elder brother, holding his shoulders and being picky about the food in the grain store: "The rice is only three hundred kilograms. This is enough to stuff someone's teeth. Our father is the beloved son of the emperor. When traveling, with two or three hundred people in a single line to protect the troops, they would eat more than a dozen sheep and hundreds of kilograms of rice in one day..."
"This is white noodles, why is it so black? Our Ninth Master took Fujin with him on the trip. Our Fujin is of the blood of the princess. We are from the most noble family in the Eight Banners. Our food and clothing are better than those of the princesses in the palace. How can we have such black noodles? Entrance?"
"The fine grain is only 1,200 kilograms, and the rest is coarse grain? Is that for feeding the pigs? Do you think we are short of money?" At the end of the day, Erhe lost his patience and frowned: "We belong to the Emperor and Master Jiu. I'm a slave, but I can't afford this..." As he said that, he casually mentioned the identities of several guards. He was the second master of the palace, Ama was the first-class minister in charge of the guards; Fu Qing He is the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and his Amma is the most powerful scholar in the imperial court at the moment; Chunlin is the son of the Eight Banners' archery instructor, and Cao Shun is the son of Jiangning Zhizao... The steward and Chaolu looked at each other and understood. Yes, it was the emperor's dandy son who came to the edge of the paddock to shoot with a bunch of dandies around him.
The steward hurriedly said: "Although I'm not in the flag, I can't let Master A come here in vain. I will go back to my husband's house and ask people to load two carts of good food for the Ninth Prince and Jiu Fujin." Send it over." Erhe's face became better and said: "That's more or less, otherwise I won't have the shame to go back to deliver the errands. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly, our ninth master is not short of money..." After that, he took out two The purses came, one was thrown into Chaolu's arms, and the other was put into the hands of the steward, and he said: "This is also the first time for me to be sent on a foreign mission, and it is a small matter like buying food. I can't afford to lose my dignity..." the steward said hurriedly. "Don't worry, sir, I will do my best..." Erhe showed satisfaction and said, "Yes, our Jiu Ye's brother Wu Beile is in charge of the vassal administration at the moment. When he returns to Beijing, I will follow Jiu Ye. I tell you, I will make a note for you..."
