Cheng Rongchun walked out of the prince's tent and couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
I bumped into Wang Linyuan's figure standing upright outside the tent, like a green bamboo fluttering in the wind. I sighed in my heart, he is indeed old. Look at these young people, who have been busy all night and are still full of energy.
The prince is eager to kill people. If he doesn't give a result today, I'm afraid that he, the Minister of Punishment, will be dead soon.
This term's crown prince has nine attendants, all of whom are eyeing the old ministers like them eagerly, waiting to find out their faults, pull them down, and free up their positions so that they can have a chance to climb up.
Who spread rumors that His Highness the Crown Prince is gentle, generous, loyal, filial and benevolent?
Cheng Rongchun stuffed the documents about the prince's impeachment into his sleeves and strode towards the tent where the prisoners were held.
Wang Linyuan met the prince for the second time.
The prince looked tired, leaning on the carved chair to rest his mind. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyes, his eyes were bright and he was looking forward, not tired at all: "Wang Linyuan."
"I'm here!" Wang Linyuan bowed his hands in salute.
The prince pondered for a moment and finally spoke: "As for the assassin case, you try to start with Song Jian and investigate him. Maybe you can find out something."
Wang Linyuan's heart trembled and he did not dare to question: "I obey the order!"
Next, the prince summoned four or five ministers in succession, beat some things, looked at the sky, and then walked out of the tent in the morning light.
Song Jian is the big villain, maybe he arranged this assassination.
In the past, Song Jian had a little temper, such as pushing him into the lake, leaving him in the cold palace, pushing him into the hunter's trap, etc., but he tolerated it, who made him owe him a leg.
However, assassinating my father was something I couldn't bear.
The grudge between them, he just came to him, it involved his father, this was no small matter.
My father would not be as good-natured as him and would not tolerate his "pranks".
He really didn't want to associate Song Jian with the rebellious officials and traitors.
I hope Wang Linyuan can't find anything.
The emperor was summoning the ministers, and the person he met was none other than Mr. Cheng, the Minister of Punishment, whom the prince had just met.
The prince turned around and went to the imperial concubine's tent. Halfway there, he stopped and turned around to greet the empress.
The queen saw the tiredness in his brows and eyes, and held his hand distressedly: "You didn't sleep last night, okay?"
"The queen was worried, but my son slept just fine, so he lay down and fell asleep." The prince said with a smile.
"That's so tiring!" The queen pulled him to sit down and asked softly, "Is there any way to delay it? I will ask Chengenhou to urge Master Cheng more, and delay until the person behind the scenes is caught. , this matter is over. They come here once or twice every year, either in the palace or outside the palace. They are always evil and hard to guard against. It is not your fault in the first place, your father understands in his heart. "
The prince thought of the guard who covered his neck and howled until he could no longer scream, and his smile was a little dazed: "The queen mother is partial to her son, so she doesn't blame her son. In fact, it is her son's negligence that allowed people to take advantage of the loophole. But the queen mother is worried, I will no longer be polite to my mother, I really have a way to delay this."
"Say it!"
After a cup of tea, the prince came out of the queen's tent and went to have breakfast with the imperial concubine.
The queen sent the old nanny to invite Prince Shun, and she had breakfast with the emperor and Prince Shun.
After breakfast, the emperor sent Prince Shun away and summoned Minister Zhen and Wei Yi successively.
Wei Yi is dressed in a jade-colored brocade robe, with light robes and slow straps. His clear eyes are not stained by dust, just like the carefree and free immortals of wandering clouds and wild cranes.
Seeing the prince standing not far from the emperor's tent from a distance, he quickly took a few steps forward and saluted the prince with formal and elegant etiquette.
"Brother Prince, why did the Emperor suddenly summon me? Can you tell me something?"
The prince put his hands in his loose robes: "It's probably not a bad thing. You'll know when you get there. My father is in a good mood today."
"Thank you for the reminder, Prince Brother. I'll go then."
Wei Yi smiled, as bright as a spring flower, different from the usual Leng Gui handsome, turned around and followed a eunuch to the emperor's resting place.
The prince felt a little blocked.
He was miserable here, with a sad face, ready to be scolded at any time. Why was Wei Yi smiling so brightly?
After just a cup of tea, Wei Yi came out, walking briskly, swinging his wide sleeves with great vigor, and grinning almost to the back of his ears.
The prince thought to himself, if it weren't for the palace people around him and the ministers and their families outside, Wei Yi wouldn't have had to jump around to enjoy himself.
Wei Yi saluted the prince again, full of energy and beaming: "Brother Prince!"
The prince suppressed his disapproval, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Is it a happy event that my father is talking about when he sees you?"
Wei Yi raised his head slightly, feeling proud: "Haha, brother Prince, I have no idea!"
"Unforgettable predictions don't count. This morning, my father summoned Prince Shun, Uncle Shun, and also summoned Minister Zhen. I just guessed a little. I would like to congratulate you for getting what you want."
Wei Yi cupped her hands towards him and said, "We are happy together! Uncle Huang mentioned that he will be drafting for the crown prince brother this autumn, and the crown prince brother's happy event is not far away!"
The prince's heart became more and more congested, and his smile became warmer. This Wei Yi really can't speak. I don't know what Zhen Qingyin likes about him: "I see that you can't wait any longer, so I won't leave you alone. Go and tell the good news."
If Zhen Qingyin had been asked to be happy for her sister earlier, she would have cried with joy, right? The prince regretted that he could not see him in person.
"Brother Chen, please retire!"
Wei Yi turned around and strode toward the Zhen family's tent.
That back view is indeed impatient.
The prince's black eyes were filled with coldness. He glanced at Wei Yi and slowly walked back to his tent in the morning light.
I'm still busy today.
Zhen Qingyin can't be idle either.
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Zhen Qingyin returned to Zhen's tent, greeted the old lady, and listened to the sarcasm, which was nothing more than her climbing a high branch, looking down on "poor relative" Meng Rulan, and isolating Meng Rulan.
Meng Rulan sat next to the old lady, lowering her head like a quail, not daring to look at Zhen Qingyin, but she did not help to persuade the old lady to calm down.
Zhen Qingyin lowered her head like an eggplant beaten by frost.
After half a cup of tea, she nodded, and the chattering old lady suddenly paused, immediately reacted, slapped the table and shouted: "Zhen Qingyin!"
Zhen Qingyin woke up with a start, raised her head and asked confusedly: "Old lady, I'm here."
Meng Rulan was shocked, Zhen Qingyin stopped pretending?
Zhen Yuanyuan covered her mouth and snickered, sister, well done!
The old lady gasped with anger and pointed at her with trembling fingers: "You, you unfilial daughter! Do you want to piss me off to death?"
"What the old lady said is wrong. I have always hoped that the old lady would be healthy and live a long life. I even went to nunneries, temples and Taoist temples to donate sesame oil money and pray to gods, Buddhas and bodhisattvas to bless the old lady." Zhen Qingyin defended herself seriously.
The old lady wanted to smash the tea cup again, picked it up, and put it down again. Remembering that this was Chun Shou, not the Zhen family, and this was not a place where she could vent her anger casually, she couldn't bear it and cursed: "Get out!"
Zhen Qingyin felt as if she had been pardoned, and immediately stood up and gave a blessing: "Granddaughter, please retire."
After saying that, he left.
"My granddaughter also resigned." Zhen Yuanyuan stood up and hurriedly ran away.
As soon as she went out, her personal maid handed her a note.
