He frowned and said, "Kang Lianfu told me where the magic weapon was buried."
He Zhenfu nodded and said: "As I said, it is just under the foundation of Sese Building. I have already visited it. That area happens to be the lobby of Sese Building. There are no traces of excavation. And Kang Lianfu said, so the matter is of great importance. , he was afraid that someone would cause trouble, so he and the eminent monks from Jianfu Temple buried the ritual artifacts with their own hands, and did not tell any outsiders."
Han Changmu said: "We will bring all the people together tomorrow to dig out and have a look."
After deciding to dig a hole at Sese Tower the next day, Han Changmu looked at Yao Yao and said, "Since you are so interested in the affairs of Prince An's palace, I will leave it to you to keep an eye on the affairs of his palace. Protect Princess Rong well until she gives birth to the child safely."
"Ah, me." Yao Yao pointed at himself and said in surprise: "Why me!"
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao casually: "You don't want to go?"
Yao Yao heard the coldness in Han Changmu's words and hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands: "No, no, I am willing to do this. I am happy."
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "That's good."
He Zhenfu lowered his head and smiled. It turned out that he was not the only one who was timid and afraid of getting into trouble.
It started to rain at night, with rustling sounds, rapid and gentle. The next morning dawned, and everything was wet. There were faint green spots in the mist, and the grass and trees that had been silent all winter seemed like Overnight, he had an erection.
Han Changmu and the other three had their morning meal and then went about their business.
Han Changmu pinched the memorial in his sleeve and walked towards Tai Chi Palace in the light morning light.
Emperor Yong'an was getting old, and he was a little out of energy after getting up too early, so he changed the previous rules of court meetings, from holding a court meeting every other day to holding a court meeting once every three days. There was no court meeting today, so Emperor Yong'an went to the study room of Yanying Hall He approved the report and summoned the courtiers.
When Han Changmu handed over the sign asking to see the saint, Emperor Yong'an had already approved the sign for nearly an hour. Gao Fuguo brought in fresh milk, placed it on the desk with gentle hands, and whispered: "Your Majesty, Young Ambassador Han is outside asking to see your Majesty."
Emperor Yong'an hummed, rubbed his brows and said, "I'm asking for a meeting early in the morning. I'm afraid there's something big going on. Please tell me."
Gao Fuguo responded in a low voice and retreated.
Not long after, Han Changmu walked in with a solemn expression and saluted steadily: "I pay homage to Your Majesty."
Emperor Yong'an waved his hand: "You don't have to be polite after a long time, just sit down."
Incense was burned in the study room. It was newly made incense powder. It had a light and refreshing fragrance of plum blossoms, which was particularly refreshing. Since using this incense powder, the courtiers who were summoned made fewer mistakes when answering. A lot of confusion, a lot of scolding, and even the paperweight on the desk is not changed that frequently.
Han Changmu did not give in. He only sat on a small part of the embroidered pier, took out the memorial from his sleeve, held it in both hands and handed it to Gao Fuguo.
Emperor Yong'an took the memorial and read it at a glance. He could read the long memorial very quickly, and his expression became more and more gloomy.
After reading it, he slowly closed the fold and slapped it heavily on the desk. His face was covered with a layer of frost, and anger lingered in his eyes. He asked in a deep voice: "Jiuzhao, there is really no lie in this fold." ?"
Han Changmu stood up and said: "Your Majesty is aware that since the investigation of the case so far, Wei Chen cannot say that he has been completely close to the truth, but Wei Chen can say that everything written in the book is based on the evidence that has been found so far, and has never been mixed with any traces of truth. I have no personal thoughts and no lies."
Emperor Yong'an pressed his hand down and motioned Han Changmu to sit down. His face softened a little and he said solemnly: "I am fully aware of Jiuchao's innocent heart, but this matter is of great importance." His hand covered it. In the memorial, there was a hint of temptation in the words: "I want to hear Jiuchao's subsequent plans first."
Han Changmu was shocked. He was naturally unselfish and biased, but Emperor Yong'an obviously didn't think so. King An was the saint's younger brother. Although he was not favored and had no real power in his hands, he was of royal blood after all. On the surface, the incident was caused by his misbehavior, but secretly there was no guarantee that someone would speculate that this was Emperor Yong'an suppressing his brothers, not even sparing the most downtrodden one.
There was something in Han Changmu's words: "I dare you, Your Majesty, why are you investigating this case?"
Emperor Yong'an was stunned for a moment and asked in a deep voice: "What does this mean? If Jiuchao has anything to say, just say it."
Han Changmu took a breath and said bluntly: "If this case is to appease Tubo, there is no need to investigate further. If it is to maintain the reputation of the court, just push Huo Hanshan and Princess Rong out together. If so, " He paused slightly, looked proud, raised his head selflessly and fearlessly and said: "If it is to clear up the imperial court and stir up the turmoil, then the humble officials will investigate to the end. It is necessary to make sure that the petty villains who are causing trouble in the world have no way to hide."
Emperor Yong'an's face was very ugly, and he smiled coldly: "Jiuchao didn't say a single word if it was true."
He looked at Han Changmu gloomily and critically, but he had mixed feelings in his heart. He actually trusted Han Changmu deeply and wanted to cultivate and reuse him. However, Han Changmu always had doubts about him and was tentative in everything he did and said.
He squinted his narrow phoenix eyes, with a cold expression, and threatened: "Jiuzhao, you have forgotten to say, if you just want to make me look better, you would sentence Huo Hanshan to death. Wouldn't it be a pleasure?"
Han Changmu suddenly fell to his knees and tipped his hat to Emperor Yong'an calmly: "Your Majesty is a wise king, and he will not let innocent people die in vain."
Emperor Yong'an chuckled mockingly, indicating that he did not accept this trick, but raised his hand to signal Han Changmu to get up, and knocked on the bookcase with the booklet: "Since I have given you the right to act cheaply, how do you investigate this case? It's up to you to decide whether you want people or things. I will rely on you. I only want one result. For a long time, you must be clear in your heart. The result I want is by no means a simple matter of clearing the court and stirring up the turbid and clearing it up. We also want the court to be stable and the people’s livelihood to be peaceful.”
Han Changmu took a step back and bowed respectfully: "Yes, I obey the order."
Emperor Yong'an waved his hand: "Go ahead and do your job well, I will have my own reward."
Seeing Han Changmu walk out of the study, Emperor Yong'an waved to Gao Fuguo and said, "Isn't there any news from Liu Shengsheng?"
Gao Fuguo took out a paper roll from his sleeve and whispered softly: "I just handed it in. Mr. Han was here just now, so I didn't dare to touch it."
Emperor Yong'an groaned, unfolded the scroll and read it carefully, with a cold look on his face: "Yao Yao was so smart when he was in Hexi, and he repeatedly performed extraordinary feats. Why did he become stupid when he returned to Beijing? After following him for so long, he found out Did you get such a thing?"
Gao Fuguo laughed dryly, lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.
Emperor Yong'an put the scroll on the candle and burned it, and ordered in a cold voice: "Go and find out why the maid named Fu Xiang that Han Changmu mentioned left Prince Han's Mansion, and how she ended up with Prince An. Check out the old events in Yeting back then, and," he thought for a moment, squinted his eyes and said, "go tell Liu Shengsheng that it's time for the death guard to be rotated, and let her decide whether Yao Yao should go or stay."
He flipped through the book and then ordered: "Go to Mu Rongxuan, the minister of the Ministry of Annunciation, to enter the palace. The matter of Chunwei should be finalized."
Gao Fuguo's heart trembled, and he hurriedly bowed and retreated, called his young apprentice over, and repeated Emperor Yong'an's instructions exactly as they were before, except Yao Yao's name was hidden.
The young chamberlain blinked: "Master, this saint has always favored Mr. Han, so why did he suddenly investigate the affairs of Prince Han's house?"
Gao Fuguo slapped the young chamberlain on the back of his head hard and cursed in a low voice: "The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, can you guess it at will? Go and do your errands well. If you fail, I will deal with you."
The little chamberlain shrunk his shoulders, said yes with a smile, and disappeared in a flash.
Gao Fuguo stood on the high steps. The sunlight dissipated the dampness left by the night's wind and rain. The dead trees under the red wall sprouted a fine green color from unknown time.
He took a deep breath. Winter has passed and spring is coming. How many people will not be able to see the beautiful flowers in spring, and how many people will add a rich and colorful touch to spring.
It rained all night, and the gray tiles and white walls were washed clean and faintly shiny.
The sun was shining, and the treetops and corners were covered with hazy green. Even the water in the Qujiang River was no longer chilly. A few dark-brown wild ducks were swimming in the water, making seven tiny ripples.
This year's spring was a little late, scheduled for the end of March or early April, half a month later than in previous years. All the people from all over the country were pouring into Chang'an City.
Some people who are dedicated to studying live in the most pure of the administration buildings, study behind closed doors, and ignore what is going on outside the window.
Some people with flexible minds lived in Pingkangfang and visited relatives and friends to make friends. With the addition of these candidates, Pingkangfang became lively and noisy for a while. Even if He Zhenfu arranged for people to check every flower building, it did not arouse the ideas of the people in the flower building. They just thought that they were also from other places who came to Beijing to take the exam. Come to Pingkangfang for a fresh look.
But for some poor people, it was extremely difficult to raise the money to travel to Beijing. After selling their houses and land, they had no spare money to live in a wealthy or expensive neighborhood, so they rented a dilapidated house in a remote neighborhood in the south of the city. They even lived under various pretexts, staying in free guest rooms in dilapidated temples, eating free vegetarian meals, and barely surviving.
When Han Changmu came out of the Taiji Palace, he saw all the people coming to Beijing from out of town. There were even solicitors holding signs and standing on both sides of the spacious Suzaku Street, shouting and selling their own inns.
He smiled and lowered the car curtain, remembering the time when he went to Beijing to take the exam.
Stunned, he asked seriously in the carriage: "Are Meng Suigui and the others arriving soon?"
The gold and jade chariot drove very steadily, and said in a low voice: "I just received the letter from Fei Nu this morning. They still have five days to travel to the capital."
Han Changmu nodded, leaning against the wall of the car relaxedly, closing his eyes and thinking about what Emperor Yong'an said today, feeling exhausted.
