Pingkangfang, Chunxin Pavilion......
This is the most famous Spring Pavilion in Chang'an City. There are countless actors and actresses in the pavilion, which make countless men in Chang'an City yearn for it~
This is not only a gold-selling cave for high-ranking officials and nobles, but also a place where countless good songs and verses continue to emerge.
In the Chunxin Pavilion, on the third floor, a pavilion is filled with pink gauze curtains, but the layout is somewhat simple and elegant.
If you open the window here, you can see most of the scenery in Chang'an City.
Next to the window, beside the bronze mirror dressing table, sat a young woman.
The woman wears a pleated skirt with scattered flowers and water mist, and a thin veil of green water.
Her shoulders are cut, her waist is plain, her muscles are like fat, her aura is like orchid, her eyebrows are clear, and her figure is graceful.
Her slender jade fingers, like tender lotus root buds, twisted the embroidered handkerchief and slowly wiped the rouge around her lips.
At this time, a masked man in night clothes walked in quietly.
The masked man knelt down and whispered: "Yingwu meets the Thirteenth Princess~"
Judging from the voice, this masked person is also a woman.
The woman stopped moving her hands, looked at the blurry jade face in the bronze mirror, and said softly: "I came here in the middle of the night, but what can I report?"
The masked woman said to the moving figure: "Princess, what you asked Anchen Division to investigate has been found. Your brother Wang Sufan is not dead~"
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As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's delicate hand trembled, and the embroidered handkerchief on her hand quietly fell to the ground. She stood up and turned around sharply, asking with a deep eyebrow: "But is it true?"
"Yes, after Wang Xingwen's family moved to Chang'an, they changed Wang Sufan's surname to Tang, taking his mother's surname. After Wang Xingwen and his wife were killed in the eighth year of Wude, Tang Sufan was not killed. After his parents were buried, he left Beijing. It is said that... he went to wander... …”
"I returned to Beijing last month to buy back my old house, and now I live in the old house in Jinghe Village, Chang'an~"
The woman's lips trembled slightly, as if she finally let go of her breath, and murmured in a trembling voice: "It turns out that Brother Fan is still alive~still alive..."
Then, she took a deep breath and calmed down her mind. Suddenly, her gentle jade face was filled with a bit of chill. He said in a cold voice: "Didn't I ask you to keep an eye on the goings-on in the old house? Why did my brother Fan last month?" There is news about buying back the old house! When did Anchensi become so useless?!"
The masked woman quickly lowered her head and said in a low voice, "It's not that my subordinates are not doing everything right, it's because of His Highness King Yan..."
Halfway through the words, there was no end. The woman naturally knew what she wanted to say.
The woman closed her eyes and meditated for a long time. After thinking for a while, she said: "Well, let's do this for now. The news about Brother Fan is already very good..."
"Okay, you go back first. When you go back, tell King Yan and pay attention to the momentum. Some things have been reported to me. In addition, don't come here unless there is something important..."
The woman turned her head and glanced at the Chang'an night outside the window, and said in a deep voice: "After all...there have been no girls from the Yang family in this world for a long time. The ones in Chunxin Pavilion now are just the clever girls of the Yin family who were sold by the poor Yin family... …”
The masked woman raised her head and glanced at Yang Qiaoer, struggling with her eyes as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she cupped her fists and replied: "I obey!"
Then, the masked woman walked to a corner of the room with light steps, only heard a slight sound, and then disappeared.
As soon as the masked woman left, Yang Qiaoer looked solemn and whispered to himself: "Where did Brother Fan get the money to buy back the old house?"
Since he came to Chang'an, he has always paid attention to the movements of the old house. Although the old house is not very expensive, it is still a large mansion and cannot be bought for hundreds of dollars.
Brother Fan is only sixteen this year, where did he get so much money?
Could it be that his father and mother left it for him? Even so, can Brother Fan, a young man, be able to keep that money?
I don’t know where Brother Fan has been in the past few years, how he is doing, and whether there is any traitor around him. He is only a young man and cannot withstand any kind of sweet talk...
Just when Yang Qiaoer was feeling uneasy and worried about her brother, there was a knock on the door.
Yang Qiaoer came back to her senses, stared at the door and asked, "What's the matter?"
Outside the door, the maid's voice came: "Sister Qiao'er, Qinghe Garden Poetry Club will invite you to dance tomorrow. My mother-in-law asked me to ask you if you are willing?"
Yang Qiaoer frowned and said thoughtfully: "Poetry party? Forget it, I've been very tired these past few days, so I won't go..."
"Okay sister, then I'll go and reply to my mother-in-law~"
Just as the maid outside the door was about to leave, Yang Qiaoer noticed the address the maid just mentioned, stopped her, and asked: "Wait a minute, Qinghe Garden... Who is organizing this poetry meeting?"
After hearing this, the maid replied: "I heard that it was organized by Kong Yingda, the great scholar of the imperial court, and several colleagues, and it will be held in Qinghe Garden tomorrow. I heard that many children of princes and noble ministers will go there..."
Yang Qiaoer thought for a while and said, "Okay, tell your mother-in-law and I will go there then."
"Okay sister, if it's nothing, I'll make arrangements~"
"Go ahead..."
The attic slowly became quiet, and only Yang Qiaoer, who looked thoughtful, was left in the room.
The night scene outside gradually turned into darkness... Yang Qiaoer walked to a pink curtain and pulled her hand.
Then a mahogany table appeared, enshrining three spiritual tablets.
The spiritual tablet at the top of the list simply says: The first one who was filial to his late father, Wang Wenxing, took the throne, and the unfilial daughter, Wang Qiaoer, took the throne.
On the side of the tablet, it is written that the unfilial Queen Qiaoer will take the place of her deceased mother Tang Qingyan...
After the two spiritual tablets, there was another spiritual tablet lying upside down, and Yang Qiaoer picked it up.
What is written above is exactly that, in the place of his deceased brother Wang Sufan, his half-sister Yang Qiaoer took over...
Yang Qiaoer looked at the tablet in her hand, and as she looked at it, tears slowly filled her eyes, and a drop of tear splashed on the tablet.
She whispered softly: "Brother Fan, it turns out you are really alive. I thought you had been killed by a thief..."
For a moment, Yang Qiaoer seemed to see the figure of a child who was four years younger than herself and who followed her every day and called her sister in a daze...
And she will always remember that year, when she was taken away, her brother's crying voice and her parents' sad eyes...
After he left, he didn't expect that his parents died because of him.
His younger brother Wang Sufan was missing even more. I thought he had been taken away by the group of people and it was hard to tell whether he was alive or dead. I didn’t expect that he was still alive...
All this made Yang Qiaoer uneasy day and night, so An Chensi continued to investigate the whereabouts of his brother Wang Sufan until today.
Yang Qiaoer's weak eyes slowly became firm, her eyes were covered with frost, and she read word by word: "Li Shimin! Li family! Harm my parents, we will die together! I, Yang Qiaoer, will definitely destroy your Li family! "
Then Yang Qiaoer looked at the spiritual tablets of Wang Wenxing and his wife, slowly knelt down and kowtowed.
After a long time, Yang Qiaoer stood up, stared at the two spiritual statues and said in a deep voice: "I hope that my father and mother are alive in the sky, and may my brother Fan be safe forever... The unfilial daughter Yang Qiaoer hereby swears that she will do her best in this life to protect my brother Fan throughout his life." Be well!”
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