And this tea does indeed look like the trees in the distant mountains after a light rain. It is green and fresh. This tea makes people feel very refreshing.
"This is good tea." Yu Qianzhi praised it after tasting it.
"How does it compare to the Yuxue Xiaobiluo mentioned by Master Yu?"
Yu Qianzhi compared it in his mind and was about to comment. At this moment, a servant came outside and whispered a few words into Yang Ancheng's ear.
Yang Ancheng's originally smiling expression froze, his hands shook, and he spilled some of the tea he had just taken a sip.
A few drops of hot tea splashed on his hands. Yang Ancheng couldn't care less. He suppressed his surprise and said to Yu Qianzhi, "Master Yu, I have something urgent. I'm afraid I won't be able to drink tea with you today." .”
"It will be the same another day. Since Mr. Yang has something urgent, I won't bother you." Yu Qianzhi put the porcelain bowl on the table and stood up to leave.
After he went out and got on the ox cart parked outside the Yang Mansion, Yu Qianzhi sighed softly.
With the power of his ears, even if the servant whispered in Yang Ancheng's ear, he heard it clearly. Yu Qianzhi sighed and said to the coachman in front: "Go directly back to the house!"
As the vehicle drove by, Yu Qianzhi had a gloomy face, his heart shrank into a ball, and his fingers couldn't help but tremble slightly. Others didn't know it, but he knew it. That day, Su Ziji brought the letter to Beijing, originally looking for his help, but he refused. , not only refused, but also gave hints and warnings.
"My mood at the time was that I didn't want Su Ziji to add fuel to the already turbulent battle over the inheritance, but I'm afraid I couldn't make Su Ziji forgive me."
Although Yu Qianzhi felt that he had thousands of reasons, he also knew this.
"Su Ziji is going to be summoned back to Beijing. His Majesty has ordered the clan government to discuss the name. It seems that the matter is a foregone conclusion."
"We have reached this point after all. I just don't know how much Yu Ze the prince still has. Maybe we can test it. This should be the intention of the palace."
Since he still knew a little about the man on the dragon throne, he wanted to go back immediately to prepare to deal with this incident.
Princess Mansion·Wanghu Tower
Wanghu Tower is located in the northeast of the mansion, facing the artificial lake. It is a double-story small building with a vermilion eaves and a pavilion hanging in the middle. It is in a room with two half-open windows and a thick wool blanket spread inside, which is soft and warm. On the table in the middle are sheets of poems.
Princess Xinping sat down on her knees, poured some water on the inkstone, and started grinding the ink slowly.
The ink gradually thickened, and she spread rice paper on several desks. She picked up the soft hair with her slender onion-like fingers and dipped it in the ink. A few lines of graceful and delicate words flowed out.
"The lone wild goose doesn't drink and peck, but the flying chirps are heard by the flock."
"Who can pity a shadow and miss each other through thousands of clouds?"
"Looking as much as I can still see, mourning as much as I can still hear."
"The crows in the wild have no thoughts and keep making noises."
This poem, which was sent to Ye Buhui along with the family letter, actually appeared in Princess Xinping's pen and was written down by her.
Princess Xinping was born into a royal family. She was not proficient in all aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but at least she had a certain level of proficiency. She looked at the poem on the paper and read it silently. For a moment, she was in a daze and couldn't help but feel sorry for herself.
Princess Xinping lost face in her circle because of the grounding. In fact, the supervision over her is no longer as strict as it was some time ago. However, she thinks that she has been hurt by her father, so she only goes to the palace a handful of times. , every time I went to see Concubine Wu.
It was also when I met Concubine Wu for the first time that I learned that her mother-in-law had also been punished by her father because of her affair with Su Ziji.
"Why is this poem not for me?"
The written piece was placed on the table. Judging from the amount accumulated, it was probably quite a lot. Moreover, looking closely, one after another, there were no other people's works, all of them were Su Ziji's poems.
These poems, both in terms of words and poems, are so outstanding that Princess Xinping cannot help but become obsessed with them every time she finishes writing them and recites them repeatedly.
She wrote another song. She thought about it and wrote "It's better not to meet each other, so as not to fall in love."
This is not a poem, but every time it is recited, Princess Xinping feels very sad.
She felt more and more that Su Ziji was her intimate person.
"It's better not to meet each other, so how can we not fall in love? I want to meet and fall in love too!"
"Su Ziji, this princess has made up her mind, I want to be your head wife!"
"Why can't I like Su Ziji?"
Originally she just had a good impression, but under the strong suppression of her father, she became more and more interested in him.
Princess Xinping gradually felt that although there were many noble sons in the capital, there was only one Su Ziji who truly understood her.
"Even if he is a hateful guy, who can match his talent?"
In fact, this idea has only arisen frequently recently, but it has to be said that the germ appeared as early as the beginning, but now it has grown, and Princess Xinping herself has to face her own thoughts.
She looked at the poems in front of her and whispered: "Su Ziji, although I can force you to divorce your wife and make you belong to me only, but I know that you are nostalgic. If I force you like this, you won't hapiness."
"So, as a princess, I am willing to be your head wife, and I can also let your child bride be your concubine."
"Look, I'm reasonable enough for you, right?"
Even if she has changed from a principal wife to a side wife, as long as she has her own tolerance, Su Zi's child bride may not be worse off than she is now.
Just when I was thinking like this, I suddenly heard a maid approaching and respectfully said outside the pavilion: "Princess, this slave is Lancao. I wonder if I can come in now?"
Princess Xinping raised her eyes slightly and said lazily: "Come in."
Lancao is a female official of Pixiang Palace. Being able to be a female official in the palace where she was once a favored concubine is naturally the same as that of an ordinary palace official.
With a delicate appearance and an orchid temperament, Princess Xinping came in as soon as she said "come in".
Princess Xinping glanced at her, then lowered her head and continued writing poems.
Orchid Grass came in a hurry, but she didn't speak immediately when she came in. Instead, she looked at the princess who was quietly writing a poem with a hint of pity, and then glanced around.
"The princess's calligraphy is becoming more and more popular." Lan Cao looked at one of the poem posts carefully and couldn't help but admire it.
Princess Xinping knew that Lan Cao had suddenly come over, and she probably had something going on. The last time she went to the palace, she was persuaded by her mother to stay away from Su Ziji. When Princess Xinping saw the people in Pixiang Palace, her expressions were indifferent.
When I heard Lan Cao's compliment, I replied lightly: "Poetry is better."
This gesture fell into Lan Cao's eyes, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat, thinking to herself: "The empress really guessed it right. The princess is still thinking about that person."
She could only follow Concubine Wu's instructions: "Yes, poetry is better, but no matter how good it is, it doesn't belong to you."
"Why, is it my mother's concubine, or is it someone else's objection? You are asked to come here to say this, or is it the father's will?"
