"Brother Luo, who is the Seventeenth Young Master!"
Jiang Li and Luo Ying sat down at the round table in the room. Looking at the Qilin light armor on Luo Ying, Jiang Li secretly guessed.
"To be honest, Young Master Jiang Li, I am the Qilin Guard beside the Holy Emperor, and the Seventeenth Young Master is not from Prince Yiyong's palace. Her true identity is the Holy Emperor's most beloved daughter, Princess Yunle!" Luo Ying said calmly.
"It's exactly what I guessed!"
Jiang Li nodded silently. When he first met Princess Yunle in Wenxinzhai, he felt that this person was not simple and could not be just a sideline disciple of Prince Yiyong's palace.
"Princess Yunle and the daughter of King Yiyong grew up together since childhood. They lived in Prince Yiyong's Mansion for a long time when they were young. The room where Young Master Jiang Li rests now is actually Princess Yunle's boudoir in Prince Yiyong's Mansion!" Luo Ying said again.
"This is actually Princess Yunle's boudoir!"
Only then did Jiang Li feel flattered. In this era, with strict etiquette and strict laws, not just anyone could borrow a woman's boudoir.
"Princess Yunle has visited the young master many times during these days when the young master was in coma. If the envoys from the six countries in the Western Regions had not paid homage to him and the Holy One had hosted a banquet for him, she would have come today!"
Luo Ying looked at the handsome young man in front of him with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes: "However, neither Princess Yunle nor I expected that the young master is the concubine of Zhenwu Marquis Jiang Shirong, but..."
"But he was reduced to a lowly status as a son-in-law and is about to enter the palace of his son-in-law Qianjun Bohou!" Jiang Li said with a smile.
"Marquis Zhenwu is the pillar of my great Zhou Dynasty. I never thought that the house would be like this!"
Luo Ying clapped her legs and sighed heavily, "If the young master wants to refuse this marriage, Princess Yunle may be able to help."
"Thank you Brother Luo for your kindness. Jiang Li has other plans for getting married. If it doesn't work out, I'll ask Princess Yunle for help!" Jiang Li thought for a moment.
Princess Yunle is the most favored daughter of the Holy Emperor. If she insists on helping him, she may be able to get the Qianjun Bohou Mansion to withdraw from the engagement.
But the eldest lady He Loushi will never give up, and will definitely use other conspiracy methods.
Jiang Li's current strength is limited and he doesn't want to cause more trouble for the time being.
Moreover, he also wanted to see what his biological father, Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu, would do!
Jiang Shirong, a first-class national candidate and a master of Neo-Confucianism, would really allow his son-in-law to become a son-in-law?
"Brother Luo, what happened to Jiang Xuanxin and the two maids?" Jiang Li asked.
"Don't worry, sir. Jiang Xuanxin's chest was penetrated by a sharp weapon. Fortunately, his heart was not injured, but he was bleeding excessively. After the past few days of recuperation and supplementation, he can now get out of bed and walk!"
Luo Ying said: "As for his two maids, although they are seriously injured, their lives are not worried. They will recover gradually after three to five months of rest."
"Brother Luo, I am a man in white clothes. I have difficulty moving. Please convey your gratitude to Princess Yunle and Prince Yiyong's Palace. Jiang Li will definitely repay this kindness one day!" Jiang Li said suddenly.
"Master, are you planning to return home?"
Luo Ying frowned slightly: "The young master was attacked six days ago. The mastermind behind it should be someone from the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion. If you go back now, aren't you afraid of encountering another mishap?"
"But I can't hide here forever. Sooner or later, I have to face what I have to face. I believe Jiang Shirong will handle this scandal impartially!" Jiang Li stood up and said.
"Since the young master has decided, I will arrange the carriage now!"
Luo Ying's eyes flashed. He just noticed that when Jiang Li called Jiang Shirong, he did not use the honorific title, but called him by his first name!
"Master Jiang Li, these are ten pieces of requiem incense that Princess Yunle asked me to send. It has the magical effect of nourishing the soul and protecting the soul. Junior practitioners of the royal family will also use this thing to assist their practice. One piece is worth Ten thousand taels of silver, the young master has just recovered from a serious illness and needs this exactly!"
Luo Ying left the medicine box and left in a hurry, arranging a carriage for Jiang Li to return home.
…
"Is Jiang Li still in Prince Yiyong's Mansion?"
In the Qiluanxuan Buddhist Hall of Zhenwu Marquis Mansion, smoke curled up and it was silent.
The eldest lady He Loushi held Buddhist beads and knelt in front of the Buddha statue. She was chanting sutras silently, but she suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
"The little scoundrel was seriously injured and has been unconscious since entering the palace. The Yang Qi there is too strong and the slaves dare not get too close.
"According to my inquiries, Jiang Li's relationship in Prince Yiyong's Mansion seems to be a junior from King Yiyong's branch!"
He Loushi was the only one in the Buddhist hall, but a gloomy voice came from the darkness.
The dark wind fluctuated, and the ghostly air was cold. An illusory figure emerged from the marble floor. It turned out to be Nanny Yan next to He Loushi.
"Hmph, you are a wolf cub who was not well-raised, eating inside and outside, and throwing everyone into Prince Yiyong's palace. If the scandal of brothers killing each other spreads, how can I have the face to gain a foothold in this Shengjing city? I don't know how many people will be killed." The ladies and powerful family members are secretly laughing at me!"
He Loushi's fingernails clasped the Buddhist beads tightly, and his narrow phoenix eyes shone with cold light: "Jiang Xuanyao is also an idiot. There are more than 20 warrior bandits, and he can actually let two brats with crude martial arts slip through his fingers. That's all if that's the case. , that little idiot was so bold as to order the servants of the Hou Mansion to intercept Jiang Li in the streets of Shengjing City. He was so stupid and stupid, and he expected me to help him!"
"Madam, Jiang Li is back!"
The door of the Buddhist hall was pushed open, and the maid Xue Liu ran in in a panic.
"What are you yelling about? Are there any rules anymore?" Grandma Yan's ghost scolded her in a bad tone.
"My eldest lady, please forgive me, and Aunt Yan, please forgive me!"
Xue Liu quickly knelt on the ground and said urgently: "Jiang Li came back in the carriage of Prince Yiyong. He was accompanied by the palace guards. They were escorting many people, including bandits and servants from the second lady's courtyard. Jiang Li... …”
When Xue Liu said this, he suddenly hesitated.
"What happened to Jiang Li?" He Loushi stood up suddenly.
"Jiang Li spilled a lot of paper in the carriage," Xue Liu replied.
"Paper? What's written on it!" Nanny Yan floated in front of Xue Liu and asked in a sinister tone.
"Mother Yan, there is only one poem written on that paper!"
"A poem? What poem!"
"The beans are burning when they are cooked, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They are born from the same root, so why fry them in such a hurry!" Xue Liu groaned in a low voice.
"Little beast Jiang Li!"
In the Buddhist hall, He Loushi screamed ferociously, and with a snap, the string was disconnected, and the beads fell to the ground with a clatter, rolling to the trembling Xue Liu's knees.
Xue Liu shivered and did not dare to raise her head. Through the reflection on the Buddhist beads in front of her knees, she could vaguely see an evil Buddha smiling sinisterly at her on the Buddhist niche.
…
"Xuanxin, are you afraid?"
On the streets of Shengjing City, a luxurious carriage engraved with a green phoenix pattern was moving slowly and slowly.
Jiang Li took out a treasure pill and handed it to the pale Jiang Xuanxin.
"I'm scared, but if Brother Fifteen dares to do it, I dare to do it too!"
Jiang Xuanxin opened the car window and threw out a stack of paper filled with seven-step poems. The paper fell and was quickly picked up by passers-by.
"The beans are burning when they are boiled, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They are born from the same root, so there is no need to rush into frying each other!"
"What a beautiful poem. Although it is only a few strokes, it describes the killings between brothers!"
"Who is the person in the car? Someone from Prince Yiyong's palace?"
"It doesn't seem like it, let's keep up!"
When the carriage drove into the street where Zhenwuhou Mansion was located, it was already followed by thousands of common people and literati who had heard the news.
The vehicle stopped at the Zhenwuhou Mansion. Jiang Li helped Jiang Xuanxin get out of the car. Looking at the four characters "Zhenwuhou Mansion" on the door, Jiang Li felt calm and calm.
"Let's ask Father to seek justice!"
