Time passed by minute by minute.
Although the emperor is not here, everything is still going on in an orderly manner.
Finally, it was time to dance.
It can be seen that the queen is already restless, but due to the ancestral teachings, she can only bite the bullet and continue the process.
Several ladies took turns to show off on stage, and the atmosphere reached its highest point, and everyone praised them non-stop.
At this time, Chen Feibai stood up.
You can't see any emotion in him, it's as if he is indifferent.
"My bodyguard recently listened to a story at the place where civilians live on the street. The story is quite interesting. Everyone must be tired from watching the dance. Why don't you let Mr. Liu tell you a story?"
Everyone looked at each other in confusion at first, and then started to applaud.
Although the emperor is dying now, he doesn't know what disease he has.
But the address of the Chen family is firmly listed here, and even if the emperor is gone, they don't dare to mess with it.
Chen Feibai smiled slightly, looked at Ah Hui and nodded.
Ah Hui walked onto the stage slowly with an indifferent look on his face.
His back is straight and he stands like a pine tree.
For a time, many ladies looked at him.
Eyes full of disbelief and forced concealment of shyness.
Unexpectedly, the young master of the Chen family, Junlang, also had good bodyguards.
It's just a pity that there is such a disparity in status, and my family may not agree.
Ah Hui gave everyone a clasped fist and saluted, and then began to tell a story.
The words were originally summed up by Chu Yue. She didn’t have any hobbies, so she just watched them when she had nothing to do.
Based on the identity certificate Chen Feibai prepared for Wang Wu, he fabricated a remarkable and poignant story.
The kind that even the emperor himself would believe.
The reason why she didn't come to power was, firstly, because she didn't have enough status, and secondly, it was to guard against Mr. Ji's mischief.
Ah Hui began to talk: "It is rumored that during the 323rd year of Daxing, the young master met a woman in the Jiangnan area..."
"This woman has white skin, is beautiful, and is as gentle as water..."
It's probably a remake of My Fair Princess.
Everyone gradually got better and better, and everyone listened with great interest.
Chu Yue saw Ah Hui on stage, so she stepped back and came to Wang Wu's side.
"The young master has ordered you to come on stage when Liu Da talks about the shores of Daming Lake, and then read this poem loudly."
"Reading poetry?" Wang Wu was confused.
Why does this look like something only a stupid time traveler would do?
"Don't ask, the young master told me. If you have any questions, ask the young master yourself." Chu Yue raised her eyebrows.
Wang Wu was choked when he wanted to speak.
He looked at the note fluttering in the wind in Chu Yue's hand, and then at Young Master Chen sitting in front of him.
I always feel something is strange.
But he accepted his fate and took the note.
Being interrupted by Chu Yue, he didn't listen carefully to Ah Hui's words.
Although the beginning sounded familiar, Wang Wu was already used to it because there were so many time travelers in this era.
After all, what time travelers like to do most is recite texts.
And didn’t Master Chen say it at the beginning? This was a story Liu Da heard when he went to a teahouse.
Wang Wu lowered his head and opened the note.
There is a poem written on it.
Wang Wu frowned, did he actually want to recite a poem...
They are all in Chinese, so why are they mixed together so difficult to understand?
While Wang Wu was grinning and reciting a poem, Chu Yue slapped him on the back: "Quick, get on stage soon."
I don’t know whether Wang Wu trusted Chu Yue too much, or because reciting poems made him lose his mind.
He didn't even think about it, just like a primary school student performing on stage, he hurriedly got on the stage, for fear of forgetting the words, he shouted loudly without stopping: "If Bu Yue is willing, I can't help it!"
The whole place suddenly fell silent.
Because in the last second, Ah Hui happened to talk about the story of the woman feeling sad under the moonlight after the young master left.
At this time, Wang Wu came on stage.
Ah Hui looked cold, and suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and put it in front of Wang Wu's eyes: "Who asked you to come up?"
Wang Wu's eyes widened immediately, and his head exploded.
So, did Yue'er lie to him?
No, no, probably not.
Wang Wu heard his heart beating loudly.
He could obviously surrender Chu Yue, but he didn't. He just instinctively knelt down on the ground suddenly and kowtowed vigorously.
He said nothing.
There was no one around to talk.
The whole hall was silent except for the sound of his vigorous and clear kowtow.
He thought that as long as he kowtowed fast enough, death would be farther away from him.
For a moment, he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but none of them suspected Chu Yue of harming him.
He believes that these two poems must be poems that will be praised by later generations.
The reason why Chu Yue handed it over to him was probably to make him famous.
Probably because she felt sorry for him and wanted him to get the spotlight and live a different life.
After all, every time traveler wants to do this.
And he determined that Yue'er was a time traveler very early on.
So now he is convinced that Yue'er just wants to help him.
He doesn't want to doubt someone without asking the reason.
I don't want to hurt a well-intentioned person who may not be able to help in any way.
He kowtowed vigorously.
Blood flowed out.
The salty and wet taste entered my mouth.
The people next to him looked at him coldly, and some even talked about it.
Originally, this flower viewing party was quite boring, but with the added drama, it became more interesting.
Many people sat upright and stared at Wang Wu with interest.
He's just a servant, but he dares to write poetry?
Death is not a pity.
Although, the poem is good.
If it were circulated, it would be considered a good poem.
In the curious heart, everyone's eyes are focused on the farce on the stage, looking forward to the next development.
I don’t know if this is another time-traveler who doesn’t know the heights of the world.
The next second, Ah Hui pressed his sword against his chin, preventing him from kowtowing.
But his forehead was already covered in blood.
Blood flowed down his skin.
The hot blood fell to the ground in drops.
Wang Wu didn't dare to look directly at Ah Hui.
In his heart, this is his master, the one who can control his life and death.
His eyes were evasive and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
It was as if someone had pinched his heart, causing his breathing to slow down for half a beat.
Ah Hui suddenly couldn't bear it, but still pressed against his neck firmly.
Because this play has to be done.
If the emperor were here, he would definitely feel sorry for his brother.
He has been living outside and has developed a servile nature.
Kneel down when you see someone, which is a disgrace to the royal family.
This was a ploy to get the royal family to recognize him as soon as possible.
And now, although the emperor is not here, in order to reach his ears, this play should be done even more.
Only the crueler it is, the more exciting it is.
Ah Hui looked at Wang Wu expressionlessly.
The cold eyes raised slightly.
He said coldly: "How do you know this poem?"
Wang Wutong's hole was slightly enlarged, and he didn't know what to say.
All kinds of suspicions came to mind, but none of them doubted Chu Yue.
He was just wondering, would he be discovered as a time traveler? Will he die here?
He is still so young, and he still doesn't want to die...
At this time, a minister next to him stood up and spoke: "Master Chen, is this your slave?"
Chen Feibai glanced at the minister and nodded.
"This is strange." The minister said in a deep voice, frowning thoughtfully.
The curious eyes of the people around him all gathered.
Many voices are mixed together, and in summary, they have the same meaning:
"What's weird? Please share."
The minister thought for a moment and then said: "When Wei Chen was young, I heard a short fragment of this story told by the late emperor, and I also heard about this poem."
"It stands to reason..."
The minister looked at Wang Wu, looked at his shivering appearance, and shook his head: "How did a domestic slave know this?"
"It is said that this poem was written by the woman herself. No more than three people know about it. This poem has not been circulated. Apart from the late emperor, only the few ministers who know about the woman should know something about it. I don't know about this family. Slave...how do you know?"
Chen Feibai also found it interesting. He stood up slowly: "Maybe this slave was worn by future generations? It's better to kill him."
The minister quickly waved his hand: "No, this poem has not been circulated at all, and it is even less likely to be known by future generations. The old history of the previous dynasties we have are all recorded in the Eucalyptus or widely known."
"How did a peasant girl who never left home spread this poem?"
"And according to what the late emperor said..."
When the minister said this, his words stopped abruptly.
He looked at the curious eyes of the people around him, his face suddenly became stiff, and he said repeatedly: "I went overboard and talked about the late emperor without authorization."
He said so, and even if everyone was curious, no one dared to continue asking.
Could it be that you grabbed him by the collar and forced him to say it?
Everyone could only suppress their curiosity and look at Ah Hui and Wang Wu on the stage with lingering interest.
For a time, there were many suspicions in everyone's minds, and they had all kinds of thoughts.
Ah Hui put away his sword at some point. He stood upright on the stage and looked at Wang Wu thoughtfully: "I know this story because I grew up in Mo County and lived next to this woman. So I know a little bit about this person, but I don’t know about this person..."
"A Liu, come back." Chen Feibai interrupted at the right time.
Ah Hui didn't say much, stepped down from the stage and returned to Chen Feibai.
Chen Feibai looked at Wang Wu who was still kneeling in the stands, and said softly: "Stop kneeling, come back."
Wang Wu was in a daze, but he could still understand what Master Chen meant.
He quickly stood up and walked back with his head lowered in fear.
His face was covered with bloodstains, and his body was thin and thin. He was wearing clothes that were not suitable for his body type, which made his figure even more frail.
It's like...a gust of wind can blow it down.
This is his best piece of clothing, so after Chu Yue gives some advice, he will definitely wear it.
Thanks to the tailor's uncanny workmanship, this piece of clothing will reach its peak effect after he is injured.
His pity, helplessness, confusion, oppression and possible mysterious background are closely linked together.
There is no need to say too much.
People only believe what they find out.
Chen Feibai had already prepared all the information and background about Wang Wu's identity.
And in the context of this era, no one would doubt that Chen Feibai wanted to help Wang Wu rebel.
Are you kidding me? If you really want to rebel, you won't choose your own cronies, but a low-level servant who digs out shit?
Moreover, this servant's kowtowing movements, humble attitude, and deep-rooted servant behavior cannot be faked.
This didn't look like a drama, but really looked like an accident.
Wang Wu returned to the audience in confusion.
The three servants looked at him with disdain, their eyes still filled with contempt.
Through the accident just now, some people have realized what happened.
Some people were so immersed in the Chen family's servants that they actually ruined the flower viewing party.
The IQ of people is indeed uneven.
At this time, Chen Feibai also spoke at the right time: "If it is really a royal secret, it is not suitable for us to discuss it, so we should be cautious."
As soon as these words came out, the discussion volume in the lobby became a little quieter.
The queen on the stage was always restless. No matter what happened off the stage, she looked like it had nothing to do with her.
Like a puppet, just sitting there for some reason and wanting to escape.
Chen Feibai looked at the queen and said softly to Ah Hui: "This play is quite good, but..."
Ah Hui understood what Chen Feibai meant. He lowered his eyes and whispered softly: "Do your best and obey fate. If there is an accident, you will have to act according to your circumstances."
Chen Feibai nodded: "But this slave may really have a secret. After investigating for so long, there is still no final news... Either someone is hiding it, or it is really too insignificant..."
Ah Hui nodded: "I think it's the former."
"Do you think it's the former?" Chen Feibai smiled lightly.
He hadn't been so happy for a long time, and a smile actually appeared on his face.
Next to him, Prime Minister Chen glanced at his son. Although he didn't know what his son was doing, he had no interest in getting involved.
After all, he could never have imagined that his son would be so courageous as to dare to deceive the emperor!
the other side.
Master Ji looked at everything in front of him thoughtfully.
Of course he didn't believe that the only son of the Chen family would collude with a servant, but he didn't believe that much in the information that was revealed now.
"Do you think it's true or false?" Mrs. He asked.
Master Ji did not answer directly and thought for a while: "The Chen family has no reason to help a servant at the lowest level. That servant is not like a time traveler and does not have the arrogance he should have..."
"It's really hard to tell."
He raised his eyebrows and waved his hand to send his servants to check.
What is it specifically? The more you search, the more likely you will find the answer.
Turning around, he continued to focus on Chu Yue.
If Chu Yue did nothing today, he would let her go. After all, people dying at the flower viewing party would be troublesome.
But if there is a move, even if he gets it, he will kill her, and the loss must be stopped in time.
Chu Yue saw Wang Wu coming back. She stepped forward without saying anything and used her handkerchief to stop his bleeding.
She quietly used an "eraser" on Wang that day, and Wang didn't leave any scars.
But today, she couldn't use an "eraser" on Wang Wu. Instead, she had to irritate his skin and leave scars.
After all, this is all the proof of his suffering.
It was to make the world further sympathize with the exiled prince.
So she could only slowly help Wang Wu wipe the wound to stop the bleeding, that was all she could do.
After a while, the bleeding stopped.
The tissue fluid formed clusters of crystal clear yellow crystals in the damaged areas.
Chu Yue looked at the crystal and felt a little sad.
She knew clearly that Wang Wu was not having a satisfactory life, yet she still wanted him to kneel down and kowtow without dignity in front of so many people.
Wang Wu turned his head to look at Chu Yue. Seeing her apologetic and self-blame expression, he actually smiled and said carelessly: "What are you doing? Am I not dead?"
Chu Yue's eyes flashed slightly and she whispered, "Don't blame me."
I can't tell him why yet, I'll have to wait until he's completely in that position.
He can't hide things, and if he knows about it, he may not behave in the truest way, so he can only be wronged.
Wang Wu found it funny, and he replied simply and neatly: "Why should I blame you?" It's not like I didn't know that you wanted to do good for me.
Just do it well and don’t do it next time.
Chu Yue lowered her eyes: "I'm sorry."
Wang Wu smiled and said gently: "It's okay, I know you want to help me."
"What do you know..." Chu Yue muttered in a low voice.
"What did you say?" Wang Wu asked curiously.
"It's okay, I won't do it next time." Chu Yue said guiltily.
Just wait until you become emperor.
Wang Wu looked at the girl in front of him and suddenly felt a headache. He felt that he still had to find a chance to explain it clearly to her.
Travelers are very dangerous in this world...
