"Reputation?" Leng Linjiang asked in surprise: "Ah Yao is not a noble girl, nor does she intend to marry into a wealthy family. Why would she need such a burden like reputation? She shouldn't be eating or drinking, but she's also a drag on others. She's just tied up."
Huo Hanshan nodded in agreement: "That's true. There are many women in this dynasty who set up separate female households, and no one dares to look down upon them."
The two of them chatted here and there, sometimes it was the wife of the Li family, and sometimes it was the girl of the Wang family, but none of them was useful and serious.
The wind was blowing tightly under the window, and the eavesdropper couldn't bear the cold. His figure flashed and walked towards the outside of Qinglong Temple.
Seeing the dark shadow flashing outside the window, Leng Linjiang and Huo Hanshan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at each other.
"It's considered a departure. I thought he should have left when he heard that A Yao and Jiu Chao had gone to the west. Who would have thought that he was quite resistant to the cold after hearing it for so long." Leng Linjiang stopped smiling and looked calm. He said solemnly and solemnly: "Yande, the people you sent out will not lose people with them."
Huo Hanshan nodded deeply: "After receiving your letter, I carefully selected these people. I was afraid that the familiar faces of the people in Dali Temple and my house would alarm them, so I specially selected a few cautious people from my uncle's house. Yes, you also know that the domestic slaves in Wan Mansion are all very skilled in tracking, and they are very familiar with the road."
Leng Linjiang said with a smile on his face: "That's right, they often spend time with older girls and younger wives, so they won't arouse others' suspicion."
Huo Hanshan took a long breath: "Hey, my little uncle is indeed a bit mischievous, but after Jiuchao took care of his housekeeper last time, he really restrained himself a lot. This time I went to ask him to lend me some help. He didn't even dare to ask more questions, so he just let me pick as I pleased, and also agreed that these people would be mine for use in the future, and there was no need to send them back, and the deeds were also given to them."
Leng Linjiang didn't take it seriously: "Nature is easy to change but hard to change. Your little uncle has been raised crookedly. He can't change it in a moment."
The two chatted non-stop, had lunch, and rested on the bed for a while, when they heard someone knocking on the door.
Huo Hanshan opened the door, and there stood a stooped old man outside the door, holding a bamboo basket. The basket was covered with a clean fine white cotton cloth, with four-color chrysanthemum knots hanging from the corners.
The old man said nothing, but took two colorful square flower cakes from the basket and handed them to Huo Hanshan.
Huo Hanshan handed the old man a sling of money. The old man bowed and walked away staggeringly.
After closing the door, Huo Hanshan took out a flower cake with bamboo chopsticks, took out a paper roll, unfolded it, and saw four small characters written on it: Chonghua Zoroastrian Temple.
Leng Linjiang put the paper roll on the fire, hesitated for a moment, and slammed the table: "These people who are causing harm to the country can only stare at it, but they can't touch it. It's really frustrating."
Huo Hanshan patted Leng Linjiang on the shoulder and comforted him: "We have found out where their lair is. Sooner or later, we will deal with them, and we won't let this momentary fight take place."
Leng Linjiang rubbed his bamboo chopsticks and said in a low voice: "The King of Han has been on leave for many days, and the court is going to be in turmoil."
Huo Hanshan was also a little depressed and sighed slowly: "In the past fifteen years, the prince has been abolished and established several times. How often has this court been peaceful?"
Leng Linjiang concentrated on the incense burner on the table, with light smoke curling above it. His voice was rare and heavy: "I don't know how many people will seize their positions and go to jail after Jiuchao and the others come back from Yumen Pass, and how many people will rise to the top." ."
Huo Hanshan let out a breath: "I don't want to think about it anymore. What happens in the court is not something you and I can think about. Let's find all the monsters in Chang'an City and wait for Jiuchao to return."
After talking for a while, Leng Linjiang and Huo Hanshan got up and went out.
There is an osmanthus tree in Qinglong Temple with a thick trunk and luxuriant flowers and leaves. When the flowers bloom, the golden flowers are as bright as clouds, and the fragrance spreads for miles away, which is spectacular.
On the branches within reach, there are dense blessings of peace hanging, red paper, green leaves, golden flowers, covering the empty courtyard.
Leng Linjiang and the two were admiring the flowers under the tree. The twelve or thirteen-year-old girl came over holding a blessing of peace. Leng Linjiang chose one and gave the girl a sling of money.
He unfolded the scroll tucked inside the peace blessing, and there were the same four words on it: Bu Zheng Temple.
He crumpled the paper roll, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times before swallowing it with difficulty. He choked and rolled his eyes: "Don't use such hard paper next time, okay? Use softer paper. It's too hard." It’s a waste of teeth.”
Huo Hanshan laughed.
Just like that, when they were offering incense, they picked up a paper roll, when they bought sugar water to drink, they picked up another paper roll, and when they bought a paper kite and let it fly in Leyouyuan, they picked up another paper roll.
Leng Linjiang silently wrote down the names of the places on the scroll, and then swallowed the scroll ferociously. His throat hurt, and he said with difficulty: "I have spent all my money."
Huo Hanshan took a step back and said warily: "What are you doing? I have no money."
Leng Linjiang smiled sadly, turned around and left without saying anything.
Prince Qin’s Mansion is the simplest and most simple palace among the sixteen princes’ residences. It has beautiful flowers and trees and no extravagant furnishings. Not to mention compared with the East Palace, it is also incomparable with Prince Jian’s Mansion and Prince Zhao’s Mansion. language.
King Qin Xie Huiming can be regarded as the most diligent among the princes. The people in the court and the people are very vocal about it. The former prince and the current king of Han cannot compare with him.
But God was blind to it, and the King of Han, who was inferior to King Qin in everything, took the title of the eldest son. He was repeatedly deposed and established as the crown prince, and Xie Huiming was never able to ascend the throne smoothly.
After the prince was deposed, the power of supervising the country and governing the country, which rotated like Feng Shui, smoothly fell into the hands of Xie Huiming. Although in the past, when this power was in the hands of the prince, it was Xie Huiming who did the work, but in the end He was unknown when he was a disciple, but now he is famous, and it is even easier to summon people.
The bright setting sun shines on the study room, and the books full of books emit the fragrance of ink in the warm sunshine.
Xie Huiming was writing quickly at his desk, not knowing what he was writing.
Xie Huiming's daily state was to be at his desk, writing something or looking at something. When he was free, he would discuss matters with the chief officials of the mansion. When he saw them, he saw them more often than when he saw the princess and his concubines in the backyard. many.
Chang Shi came in a hurry, holding a stack of documents and placing them on the desk: "Your Highness, people in the East Palace have sent word that the King of Han is not ill, but has left the city."
Xie Huiming let out a light sigh, put down his brush, and knocked the sapphire tube gently on the Chongshan brush holder. His voice trembled slightly: "You left the city, where did you go?"
Chang Shi whispered: "Our people followed, saying they were heading to Longyou Road."
Xie Huiming rubbed his twitching forehead and frowned: "It's such a dangerous place filled with yellow sand. Why would the King of Han go there?"
Chang Shi wanted to laugh, but held back: "I heard that the King of Han went to Guzhu Pavilion, but was assassinated by the Orchid. He couldn't enjoy it to the fullest. He couldn't just go to the Western Regions in person and buy two Orchids back."
Xie Huiming's face was always tense. He was not as good-looking as King Han, and he was born with a cold face, and he always tended to be tense. Although he was a few years younger than King Han, he looked like an elder brother, the kind of person who sticks to the door. A brother who can ward off evil spirits.
As for the King of Qin who has never been able to replace him, the ministers privately criticized him, saying that the King of Qin suffered because of his appearance. If he had an outstanding appearance like the prince, who was loved by everyone and loved by everyone, besides, Because of his gentle and upright temperament and his reputation as a diligent and capable person, he had already secured the position of prince.
I have to sigh, this world, after all, is still the world that cares about appearance, no matter how different dynasties change, it will be useless.
Xie Huiming said solemnly with a sullen face: "I am sending orders to the post stations and passes along the way. Once traces of the King of Han are discovered, they will be escorted back to the capital immediately without any mistakes."
Chang Shi choked up. Did he hear it wrong? Wasn't it interception? Such a good opportunity allowed the King of Han to come back safely. Will he really not regret it in the future?
Xie Huiming guessed Chang Shi's thoughts, his face straightened, and he ordered more seriously: "Don't have any other thoughts. The King of Han is my brother and eldest son. It is just and natural for him to be the prince, and I will not There will be other thoughts.”
Changshi was stunned.
Could it be that for so many years, he was actually too passionate and misunderstood? His Royal Highness, King Qin, was so diligent, but he actually just wanted to be an auxiliary minister and never thought of replacing him.
He responded with a muffled yes, and then continued: "Then, do you want to tell the saint that the King of Han left the capital privately?"
Xie Huiming pondered for a moment: "The current whereabouts of the King of Han are unknown. If I tell my father now, my father will inevitably be worried. It is better to wait until I know the whereabouts of the King of Han and send him back to the capital before telling my father, so that my father will not be in trouble." ."
Chang Shi was even more confused. Shouldn't he take the opportunity to add insult to injury and tell the sage about this, so that the sage would severely reprimand the King of Han and possibly demote him from Prince of Han to King of Han County?
As if he was meeting King Qin for the first time, he lowered his head and carefully reviewed King Qin's actions every time the King of Han was unlucky in the past fifteen years, and then gained a new understanding.
In the past fifteen years, the King of Han had bad luck every two or three years, but the King of Qin never made trouble, or even took the opportunity to seize power. He was always gentle, followed the rules, and did his job well. , a courtesy to the king of Han who is the minister’s younger brother.
It seems that he was indeed overthinking. Seeing King Qin's wings growing stronger and King Han unable to hold up the wall, he speculated on King Qin's thoughts and gradually developed thoughts that he shouldn't have.
He faced up to his crazy delusion, then pressed it into the dark dust, corrected his attitude, claimed it, and then left.
After Chang Shi walked away, Xie Huiming stood up from behind the desk and walked behind the chicken-wing wooden screen of the Seven Sages in the Bamboo Forest. He folded the written letter neatly, sealed it, stamped it with a wax seal, and handed it to an unattractive maid. : "Go and deliver it to Mr. Zheng."
The maid replied carefully, moving her steps lightly, very fast but silently, like a gust of wind blowing through the study.
