When Zongzheng Temple Shaoqing Zhou Qing heard this, he paused for a moment and realized it. He shook his head bitterly and sighed:
"Hey, the world is declining, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be."
But after sighing, he quickly cheered up, forced a smile and patted Han Qinglan's shoulder and said:
"Let's go. I will take you personally to see the place used by Zongzheng Temple to entertain "distinguished guests"."
Turning his back, the old man took the lead and murmured in a low voice:
"If there are any shortages or items that need to be replaced, you can take care of it yourself."
Zongzheng Temple naturally has a corresponding master book, which summarizes and docks these trivial matters with the Treasury Department, and is responsible for supervising and inspecting.
But for so many years, no royal family member has ever been "invited" here as a guest. The chief bookkeeper responsible for this has changed several times, and the relevant files and rules have long been lost.
Under such circumstances, if something goes wrong and everyone in Zongzheng Temple, who is inextricably connected with Emperor Xuande, will be punished, it will be painless. However, Han Qinglan, the chief general of the Treasury Department in charge of ordnance, is unable to defend himself and cannot escape heavy responsibility. .
Not to mention, we can't make too much fanfare at this time to remedy the situation. Otherwise, on the cusp of the storm, trouble will occur even if nothing happens.
Zhou Qing knew Han Qinglan's situation and difficulties, so how could he stand by and watch?
Seeing that Han Qinglan did not follow immediately and seemed to be hesitant, the old Shaoqing turned around and said with a smile:
"Don't you always look like you are doing nothing in your life? How do you know how to worry about others? I still occupy Shaoqing's chair after all! Arrange some chores, do you think anyone dares to make irresponsible remarks to your face? ?”
"Let's go, let's go. While everyone is running around on errands at this moment, finish it early and get ready to go."
Now that the matter has come to this, what else does Han Qinglan have to say?
After shaking his head in confusion, he followed the old man's steps with his head held high and his chest high, as if he was more energetic than before.
Yi Qingyin was thinking about it, and after Han Qinglan saw it in person, there must be a lot of planning that needs to be done.
Therefore, let alone talking along the way, I just walked as fast as the wind and rushed to the back hall of Zongzheng Temple as fast as possible - a row of wing rooms specially arranged as private cells.
"Okay, the last room in there is the only place that can still be used to lock people up at the moment. I heard that we just delivered lunch to the prince, and no one will come here again for a while. Go in and take a look. If there’s anything missing, write it down quickly!”
This is the first time in Zongzhengji's life that he has done such an unruly thing.
Before there was any disturbance around, the old man was already sweating on his forehead. While looking around, he asked Han Qinglan without looking back:
"I'm here to look out for you, brat, please remember to move quickly! Whether I can save my evening meal or not, it's in your hands!"
Han Qinglan listened to this chatter, which seemed like she was grinding her teeth, and gave a silent bitter smile. The next moment, she solemnly bowed her head to Zhou Shaoqing's back to the end. After getting up, she immediately ran towards the last room.
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At this time, Xiao Ren, the prince of Anyang, sat dumbly in a compartment surrounded by a fence, staring at the steaming vegetables and soup in front of him, plus a big white steamed bun, and wept.
To be precise, he didn't want to cry, and he didn't have the energy to sob. But I couldn't control it, and the water kept flowing from my eyes.
The reason, he felt, was that he felt aggrieved in his heart?
When his father died of illness last year, he was unprepared and was "invited" back from Wangchun Tower. Immediately afterwards, everything was like a revolving door, and various things kept asking him to make decisions.
After his father was buried, before he could take a breath, he was urged by the governor of the palace to get on the carriage to Beijing.
Hurry and slow, I finally arrived in Beijing before winter, and there was another dizzying rush of moving around.
Just to change his title from Crown Prince to Prince.
But people say that this should be a matter of course, but it is just a formality, but it has been silent for more than half a year.
Even this is not the most unlucky thing!
Before he got up this morning, the third prince pulled him out of bed with a sword. He was immediately labeled a murderer!
Who did he provoke? !
Is it really like what others are secretly whispering - that he is too incompetent. Not only does his father feel that he is not a qualified heir apparent, but even his sixth uncle, the current Emperor Xuande, also feels that he is an eyesore and should not inherit the fief?
If that's the case, why not just tell him? He really doesn't want the throne that much...
Ding dong, ding dong...
The dull knocking sound coming from behind made Xiao Ren jump up on the spot for a moment, forgetting that there was food in front of him.
The dish bowl was overturned in an instant, and the vegetable juice spilled instantly made his newly tidied clothes messy again.
"Who, who?!"
Are you here to interrogate him again?
Those people said that if he didn't think about it anymore and didn't tell the truth, they would be executed when they came back in the afternoon!
Han Qinglan blinked, and after looking at Prince Anyang for a moment with his eyes wide open like a frightened bird, with tears on his face, he took back the sword used to inspect the cell railings, shrugged and said with a smile:
"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to stand in for you and give you a message."
As he said this, he couldn't help but nodded in agreement with the conclusion Danyang had said.
Such a young master, let alone hiring murderers, will make his legs weak from fear if he hears such things, right?
"Who are you?"
Anyang Prince Xiao Ren was nervous, his voice was like a string that was about to break. It was harsh at the same time, and the end of the sentence almost sounded like a woman's scream.
Han Qinglan raised her hand helplessly and pressed down lightly in the void to show that she was not hostile and did not pose a threat to him for the time being.
In the blink of an eye, he saw the "only remaining" lunch dipped in vegetable juice - steamed buns on the table behind Prince Anyang. He paused for a moment, raised his chin with a smile, and said kindly:
"If you don't mind, brother, can you share half of it with me? Let's chat while we eat?"
Xiao Ren didn't understand at first, but when he followed Han Qinglan's line of sight and saw the increasingly unappetizing lunch behind him, he was stunned for a moment, confused but at the same time inexplicably felt relieved.
At the very least, those who can come to call him brothers and eat together are definitely not the subordinate officials who were more scary than the Vajra statue just now.
If you want to kill him, you shouldn't have to go to such trouble, right?
Prince Anyang broke off the steamed bun in half, threw it to Han Qinglan through the gap in the railing from a distance, took the other half and bit into it while sitting on the floor, sobbing and asked:
"Who are you? And for whom? Why are you asking?"
Han Qinglan caught the steamed bun lightly, sniffed it and immediately took a big mouthful. After offering sacrifices to the noisy Wu Zang Temple, she said:
"Your cousin begged me to be a messenger."
Saying that, Han Qinglan curled her lips and smiled, reached into her arms, took out Danyang's autographed letter, waved it in the air and opened it towards Xiao Ren.
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It was almost midnight before Danyang finally escaped from the Imperial Study Room.
Zhao Zijing and another colleague, as the imperial guards appointed by Emperor Xuande to protect Princess Danyang, followed closely behind their master and servant.
