The next day, as a female officer, Chen Shuyi reported to the Ministry of Internal Affairs early and received an access token.
The Royal Forest Army allocated two teams of guards, or forty people, to ensure Yang Ming's safety in Daxing.
The group left the palace.
Going south out of the palace city is the imperial city, where various institutions are located. The yamen of the three provinces and six ministries at all levels work here.
Exiting the Imperial City is Guocheng, also known as Daxing City.
Daxing City was later known as Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty. It was 2.4 times the size of Chang'an City of the Han Dynasty and 1.4 times the size of Beijing City in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It was the largest city in the world at that time.
The entire city is divided into two parts, east and west, with Zhuque Street running from north to south as the central axis.
To the west is Chang'an County and to the east is Daxing County, which belongs to Jingzhao County.
Yang Ming was sitting in the carriage, holding a small hand-warmer from Nuan Dong in his arms and wearing a furry bearskin coat.
Even so, he still felt cold.
There was no way, it was winter, and he was not sitting in a car with air conditioning on, but in a car with air intake from both sides.
On the other hand, Chen Shuyi didn't seem to be cold at all. She was just wearing a cotton cloak, her back straight, her eyes and nose were watching her heart, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Yang Ming couldn't help but ask: "Who did you learn your martial arts from?"
"Master," Chen Shuyi said.
Hearing her answer, the two maids Nuan Dong and Liang Xia couldn't help but look at each other. It seemed that the subjugated princess still didn't understand her identity. How could any servant talk to the master like this?
Yang Ming didn't care much. After all, Princess Chen was a wealthy woman when she was a child and was used to being the master.
"Who is your master?"
Chen Shuyi said coldly: "Xiao Moke."
"So it was him?" Yang Ming nodded and said, "At the beginning of this year, Xiao Moke's son rebelled in Jiangnan. Did you know?"
Xiao Moke was the hussar general of the old Chen Dynasty. After the Chen Dynasty was destroyed, he surrendered to the Sui Dynasty.
Chen Shuyi finally raised her head and looked at Yang Ming with a frown: "The Supreme has found out that Xiao Shilue was coerced, and the general (Xiao Moke) was in Daxing at the time. Don't talk nonsense."
Is Yang Ming talking nonsense? Not at all.
His father is in charge of Jiangnan. Doesn't he know whether Xiao Shilue rebelled or not?
It's just that his grandfather Yang Jian was too powerful. In order to rule the south of the Yangtze River, he made up the reason that Xiao Shilue was coerced and pardoned Xiao Maha. This would reassure the southern nobles and the old civil and military officials, otherwise he would be implicated. If it is too wide, it will easily cause unrest in Jiangnan.
The Chen Shuyi in front of me didn't understand the politics.
Yang Ming said: "Xiao Moke is the hussar general of the old Chen Dynasty. I heard that he is brave enough to be worthy of all men. Since he is your master, I think you will not be far behind."
Chen Shuyi sneered and almost said: Isn't it easy to deal with you?
But I definitely wouldn’t dare to say this.
"It's just average, not enough for Master just in case."
There is a Chinese saying that goes, "A sight is worth a thousand hearings." This sentence is extended from "A sight is worth a thousand hearings." This sentence describes Xiao Moke's martial arts.
You can imagine how powerful it is.
Sitting idle on the road was boring, so Yang Ming asked again: "What do you think of the three brothers Yuwen?"
"I don't know!" Chen Shuyi replied coldly.
Yang Ming's face suddenly changed. You, a little girl, are too arrogant. Who are you showing off to? You think I'm easy to talk to, right?
"Get off!"
Chen Shuyi was stunned: "You..."
"Who are you?" Yang Ming asked sharply.
Chen Shuyi lowered her head and gritted her teeth in silence.
Yang Ming's face turned ugly and he said: "It's useless for me to speak for you in front of the Holy Empress, so as to save you from the crime of coercing this king. You don't even want to call me your highness? Then, should I throw you to Yeting Palace?" What about working as a coolie?”
Chen Shuyi gritted her teeth and struggled for a long time, and finally gave up resistance and said: "Your Highness, please forgive me, it was Shuyi who was rude."
Did you see that? This is a man who takes the hard way and refuses to take the soft. Wasn't he not afraid of death when he kidnapped himself? After ten days of training in Yeting Palace, do you know what it means to be afraid?
Yang Ming felt that he already knew how to deal with her.
"Don't let me ask a second time, and don't let me hear anything I don't want to say."
Chen Shuyi sighed in her heart and said:
"He is greedy and arrogant, does not follow the law, and behaves frivolously. If it were not for Yu Wenshu, he would have been jailed by the government long ago."
"Smart, stubborn, cruel, eager to fight with others, obscene and ugly, and capable of doing anything, he is the first of the three evils."
"The scholar is cunning in nature, good at observing words and emotions, ruthless and unjust, but he has never done any bad things."
No! He had done it, and Yang Ming thought in his heart: This kid will marry my sister in the future, or a fucking biological sister.
Yang Ming cursed Yuwen Shiji in his heart. Although he and his sister far away in Jiangdu did not have a deep relationship, the shitty things that Yuwen's third brother did were really fucked up.
The future three dogs were very much favored by their father, and each of them had higher official positions than the last, but these three white-eyed wolves actually committed regicide...
After killing his father in Jiangdu, Yu Wenshi and his wife abandoned their wives and went to Li Yuan. They also married a woman from Li Yuan's clan and lived a very happy life for the rest of their lives.
These three dogs must be killed. Although Yang Ming thought that he could not persuade Yang Guang, at least there were some bastards that he could find a way to deal with.
Chen Shuyi continued: "I will definitely not be able to go back to Yuwen Mansion. Yuwen Shu must be thinking about how to kill me and silence me. His Highness's father will probably not let me go."
Yang Ming said, "You are mine now. How dare Yu Wenshu dare to touch you? As for my father, I will intercede for you. As long as you are obedient and obedient, I will keep you safe. Now you and I Tell me in detail, how did you know you were being used?"
.......
The eldest companion, Xu Jing, drove a carriage, led by the imperial guards, to Pingkangfang, where there was a house that Yang Jian awarded to Chen Shubao.
Today, Shu Shubao and his wife Shen Wuhua live there. The number of servants and maids in the house is about a hundred or so according to the county standards, so they can still have enough food and clothing.
The closer she came to Kangfang, the more uneasy Chen Shuyi became. Since the fall of the Chen Dynasty, she had never seen her biological parents again.
Although she is in Daxing, and they are also in Daxing.
Chen Shubao is now considered dependent on others. Although Yang Jian occasionally invites him to some palace banquets and clinks glasses of wine with him at banquets, it still cannot change the fact that Chen Shubao has no status.
Any Guanlong noble can stand on Chen Shubao's head and shit on him, becoming a king or losing a bandit, that's how realistic it is.
After being informed by servants, Chen Shubao, his wife Shen Wuhua, and a group of children and concubines lined up in the front yard to greet Yang Ming.
Although Yang Ming has no real power, his surname is Yang. His father controls the entire Jiangnan, and his sphere of influence is no smaller than when Chen Shubao was emperor.
The fake smiles that the couple had originally put on their faces could no longer hold up the moment they saw Chen Shuyi.
Chen Shubao lowered his head, not daring to look directly at his daughter-in-law's face. This famous romantic emperor in history looked like a man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Shen Wuhua directly covered her face and cried bitterly, unable to make a sound.
After not seeing each other for nearly ten years, the two recognized their daughter immediately.
Even if Chen Shubao dislikes his daughter, this is his only direct descendant.
Regardless of whether they are princes, generals, ministers or common people, only the direct descendants are the true blood inheritance, and their status is always higher than that of the common descendants. This is their deep-rooted concept.
"Your Highness..." Some old slaves in the palace were already crying and fell to their knees on the ground, crying together.
The "His Royal Highness" they spoke of was obviously not addressing Yang Ming.
Chen Shuyi stood behind Yang Ming, unwilling to take another step forward. Her slim figure was trembling slightly, obviously trying her best to restrain herself.
"Go back, I've seen you before," Chen Shuyi approached Yang Ming and spoke like a mosquito.
Yang Ming frowned and turned to look at her. The old Chen Princess had an extremely complicated expression on her face. It was obvious that she was holding back.
"Let me beg you..." With a pleading tone, Chen Shuyi's eyes were full of tears, ready to burst down the embankment at any time.
Yang Ming smiled and waved his hand behind him. Chen Shuyi immediately turned around and left.
"Shuyi..."
Chen Shubao finally spoke, his voice choked with tears, but his daughter was gone and never looked back.
Yang Ming said: "Chen Shuyi is now a female official in my palace. She will follow me to conquer Hedong in the future. I will protect her for the rest of her life."
After saying that, Yang Ming turned around and left.
Behind him, Chen Shubao's face was dull. After a long time, his feet gave way and he collapsed to the ground.
It seemed that for a moment, he suddenly realized that his biological daughter, who he had never dared to meet, turned out to be the most important thing in his heart.
