Qin Fenglan helped the drunk Cheng Yi out, while Zhou Jingxian stayed to eat together.
Ning Wuyan saw her always stopping her chopsticks, staring at his side face and hesitated to speak. The acetic fish head was no longer flavorful. "Princess Jingxian has something to say?"
"Mr. Ning, do I really not need to write another letter to my father? If Mr. Jiang and the others are asked to walk slower, or if they can be asked to help carry the letter, my father should be able to receive it."
Zhou Jingxian believed that at this time, Ye Tongpan and Zhou An outside began to investigate the secret recipe of the fragrant recipe, and believed that Mr. Ning would definitely be convicted and executed.
At this time, it may take some trouble to send the letter to Jing'an City while they are not paying attention, but there is hope of success.
She couldn't just watch as the King of Jin faction and Ye Tongpan cooperated with each other inside and outside, and killed Ning Wuhuang in the court, but her father knew nothing about it.
Ning Wuyan swallowed the food in his mouth and shook his head at Zhou Jingxian, "I appreciate the kindness, but neither Prince Kang nor Prince Jin can say anything about this matter."
ah? ? ?
Faced with such confident words, Zhou Jingxian seriously doubted: "Does Mr. Ning have other helpers in Jing'an City?"
But no matter how great the helper is, it can be more powerful than the Jin Wang Faction and his father, unless it is...
"The laws of the country, justice, and your majesty are all my helpers." Ning Wuyang picked up a chicken wing and put it into Zhou Jingxian's bowl: "Rather than letting King Kang know about this and intercede for me, he still doesn't know what's better for him. .”
What's the meaning?
Zhou Jingxian didn't understand what she was hearing. She lowered her head and ate the chicken wings silently. After thinking for a long time, she still didn't quite understand.
Shen Youchu, on the other hand, seemed to have some understanding after contacting Jiang Yan to take the distiller to Jing'an City.
Mr. Ning wants to sacrifice his life to save his life?
After all, the perfume business is so profitable. If he dedicated it to the court, the old emperor might be happy and forgive his sin.
However, in her impression, the old man with half white hair was not such an easy person to get rid of.
No matter how much money you make from the perfume business, it is just a small business. Could it be...
"liquor!"
When Ning Wuyan heard Shen Youchu howl, he quickly put the whole bottle of fruit wine into her hand and gave her a sideways look: "Shut up and drink."
Shen Youchu was happy to see through his plan, but he still couldn't figure out how Mr. Ning got the wine offering party involved in the death of Ye Liu and Liu.
Whatever.
Anyway, judging from Mr. Ning's appearance, this matter will definitely be settled.
"Mr. Ning, what's for dinner?"
Shen Youchu had a great appetite and rewarded Zhou Jingxian with a chicken wing.
Ning Wuyang looked at the table of unfinished dishes and thought to himself: I said I would eat the rest of the food as a hot meal. Will Su Cishi lend me a pot?
Forget it, the days spent in jail are getting shorter and shorter, and it doesn't matter if you have some luxury.
"Eat Buddha and jump over the wall."
He couldn't finish every meal until he was released from prison.
…
The stars are passing by, and the white horse is passing by.
Seven days passed quickly.
The 20th day of the sixth lunar month coincides with the Great Summer Festival.
Before dawn, the Daxing Emperor Zhou Qian was awakened by the dull heat.
He straightened his long, white hair at his temples, rubbed his face, which had become too old to hold onto his flesh, casually pulled up his hair, put on a set of plain clothes that had been washed and had some fluff, and walked to the open space in the palace.
After doing some military boxing, washing up and eating breakfast, he took advantage of half an hour before going to court. He picked up the greeting notes and letters from his confidants from all over the country that had been delivered yesterday and looked at them.
Just after reading a memorial, Su Peiyuan, the chief eunuch, walked in and reported: "Your Majesty, a letter came from Jinling. It didn't go through the inn, but came through the escort."
Jinling private message?
Zhou Qian raised his eyes with droopy eyelids and tapped his right hand on the table a few times.
Su Peiyuan put the letter on the table with his hands. Zhou Qian didn't open the letter until he left and looked at it.
There is another piece of envelope paper in the wordless envelope with the four words "Xu Zuo Shengqi" written on it.
"It seems that there are many talented people in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are well-deserved. Xu Jidao went there for a month before replying to a letter. I don't know if he has found a successor."
Zhou Qian said with a smile, opened the envelope and pulled out a thick stack of letter paper.
Among them, a piece of folded yellow scrap paper was particularly conspicuous. He took it out first, put down the other papers, opened the scrap paper and saw the content on it. His pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands holding the draft trembled slightly.
"What a poem!"
"Such a good poem was not written by Xu Jidao, Ning Wuhao? Who is this person?"
Zhou Qian's eyes fell on the names of the three people mentioned in the poem, his eyes flickered, and the smile on his face became even wider.
No wonder Xu Jidao wrote this poem specifically for him. It turned out that he was inspired by this poem.
"Except for Lao Xu, this Princess Xian should be the girl Jingxian of Prince Kang's family, so this Marquis An must be Zhou An. It's not good for this boy to offend anyone. He should offend everyone who wrote poems. If this poem spreads, he still wants to win over her. No one in the literary world is allowed to weigh and weigh..."
Before Zhou Qian finished speaking, he suddenly thought of a question and quickly looked through other pieces of paper.
When he reached the last page and saw the date of the letter, the smile on his face froze.
"Su Peiyuan!"
"The old slave is here!"
Su Peiyuan, who was standing outside the palace, heard something strange in His Majesty's voice and was so frightened that he trotted forward.
Seeing His Majesty's hand holding the letter shaking, he secretly thought something was wrong.
Something big is going to happen!
I don’t know which one of these short-sighted people made His Majesty angry. This time, even if he doesn’t die, he will have to peel off his skin.
"Su Peiyuan, have you ever heard of Ning Wuchang?"
who?
Su Peiyuan shook his head.
Zhou Qian looked at the contents of the letter, sneered silently, and asked: "Then have you heard of the poem "The Wine Will Enter", or which concubine in the harem has used perfume."
perfume?
Su Peiyuan shook his head again.
He did know that the imperial concubine loved the incense of the Ye family in Jinling, but he did not dare to conclude and could only shake his head.
"Poetry that is widely circulated in the south of the Yangtze River cannot reach the capital in a month. Jinling is connected to waterways from all over the world. Popular perfumes pass through the hands of merchants and arrive in the capital in half a month. It is too late to raise the price!"
What an imperial concubine who is in charge of everything in the harem! What a Jin king who is in charge of half of the Jingwei army!
I am not old enough to be deaf or blind, but they have blocked all news about Ning Wuyi. Could it be that he is a member of King Kang's sect, which makes them so afraid, or are they worried that after seeing the poem, he will reward Jingxian and reprimand Zhou? Mr. An, the imbalance that caused the conflict between the two factions?
Zhou Qian slapped the letter on the table and stood up, a light flashing in his gray phoenix eyes.
The King of Jin can't even accommodate a Poet Immortal. Don't hand over this country to him hastily!
Zhou Qian thought of this and sat down again. He took out a piece of bright yellow silk from his clothes and lit it with the candle that had not been blown out.
Su Peiyuan knew that it should be the imperial edict written by His Majesty just two days ago to establish the crown prince. According to His Majesty's arrangements some time ago, the person he wanted should be the King of Jin.
Now that the edict has been burned, it means...The King of Jin has touched His Majesty's inverse scale, and His Majesty has to have a backup plan!
"The decree was passed to the harem, and Concubine Jing was promoted to Concubine Jing, and she will work with the imperial concubine to handle matters in the harem."
Concubine Jing is the mother-in-law of King Kang, and Concubine Huang is the mother-in-law of King Jin.
Not surprisingly, when the edict was made public, it was the day when the imperial concubine was promoted to empress.
When Su Peiyuan heard His Majesty's arrangement, he confirmed his suspicion.
Your Majesty is going to let the two kings compete to choose a suitable heir apparent!
"Instruct the Jingwei Army to allocate half of the generals in King Jin's hands to King Kang to manage, so that King Kang can familiarize himself with military affairs."
"yes!"
Su Peiyuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, turned around and just left the hall, when there was a sudden "dong" sound in his ears.
He was startled, and looked towards the Suzaku Gate in the south, his expression slightly changed: "Why are there people suddenly beating drums to complain?"
