The mistress of the valley...is Xinxin!
Then her son——
Emperor Xingyuan heard his heart beating like a drum.
From the troubled times to the present, he has experienced so many things, and his heart has long been hardened. But when he thought about something happening to Xinxin, and when he thought that he and Xinxin might have a son, he couldn't maintain the emperor's calmness.
"How are you sure that the boy survived?" Emperor Xingyuan's heart was high.
At this moment, he realized what it means to worry about gains and losses.
"There are no matching remains in the valley..."
Emperor Xingyuan's eyes flashed with pain, and he stared at He Qingxiao closely: "You mean, have any locals seen that boy?"
"Yes." He Qingxiao said calmly, "Weichen brought several mountain people who had met the boy to the capital -"
Emperor Xingyuan sounded excited: "Bring them to see me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Xingyuan changed his mind: "It's better for me to go see them and don't let them know my identity."
After some arrangements, Emperor Xingyuan met four villagers.
These four people are not from the same place and do not know each other. They are three men and one woman, some are old and some are young.
"I've met the great master."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Emperor Xingyuan frowned slightly.
It was an accent from the Wanyang area. It was a little difficult for him to hear it, but he could still understand it.
Emperor Xingyuan couldn't help but think of Queen Xin again.
At the beginning of the founding of the Xia Dynasty, Queen Xin proposed that Meng children from all over the country learn Mandarin as soon as they entered school, but it was not implemented later.
There has always been Mandarin, which is the capital dialect. Children from wealthy families in other places will ask their teachers to teach them from the beginning. Some children from poor families who want to go further will also start learning Mandarin after being admitted as a scholar. Officials who can appear in front of the emperor will not cause the emperor to have accent problems.
But starting from ordinary Mongolian children to promote Mandarin requires a huge amount of manpower and financial resources.
But it has to be said that many of Xinxin's proposals back then would have many benefits if they were implemented despite all obstacles.
Emperor Xingyuan paused for a moment and looked at the four people who were bowing to him cautiously.
"No need to be polite. Listen to my nephew. You have met my long-lost nephew. Can you please tell me more carefully?" Emperor Xingyuan also used a local accent.
The only woman among the four spoke first.
"The young lady met the young master three times. Once, the young lady lost a hairpin and was running around in a hurry. The young master saw it and helped the young lady find it..."
The woman clasped her hands together and said, "What a benefactor. I bought that hairpin for my old lady at home. If I can't find it back, the little woman will be in trouble..."
He Qingxiao coughed lightly as he watched the woman's topics fly to the sky and seemed like she could still talk for half an hour.
The woman suddenly paused and got down to business: "The second time we met by chance on the road, the young lady said hello to the young man. The last time was in March last year, when the young woman saw the young gentleman riding a horse from a distance. Yes, it’s really beautiful..."
The second person to speak was an old man: "That young master also helped the old man..."
All four of them had received help. Whether big or small, they all remembered the help in their hearts, and they also deeply remembered the appearance of the young man.
Emperor Xingyuan listened quietly, feeling that he could not hear enough, and the outline of the young man gradually appeared in his mind.
He is an enthusiastic, free and easy, happy young man.
Emperor Xingyuan saw Chang Liang through another wall.
Chang Liang's hands and feet were restrained. When he saw Yan Chao walking in with an iron whip, he looked horrified: "Didn't you say that if you kill me, you won't be punished? Please let me go. I don't know who I want to kill." My uncle took me there! You go find my uncle, find my uncle..."
Under severe punishment, this young man who had never suffered much since childhood was on the verge of collapse.
Emperor Xingyuan couldn't listen anymore.
After returning to the palace, the first thing Emperor Xingyuan did was to quietly send out the palace's best painter to draw portraits based on the oral descriptions of the four mountain people.
Before the palace door was locked, Emperor Xingyuan saw the young man in the portrait.
The young man is very delicate, slender and thin, with a shallow scar on his forehead.
Emperor Xingyuan looked at it again and again, trying to find his own reflection in the young man's face.
It doesn't seem to look like him at all - no, the eyes still have some resemblance.
The next night was very long for Emperor Xingyuan. He tossed and turned, thinking about the queen's death, the young man's identity and whereabouts, and how to deal with the Guchangbo Mansion...
The next day, this diligent emperor for many years was absent from the morning court.
The courtiers made many speculations, but fortunately, Emperor Xingyuan appeared on the second day, and everything seemed to be normal, so the speculations were dispelled.
On this day, Gu Changbo suddenly received an oral order telling him to enter the palace.
Before leaving, Gu Changbo took Dai Zeer's ear and asked, "You won't cause trouble for me again, will you?"
He was called into the palace several times, all because of this bastard.
"No!" Dai Ze shouted in frustration.
"No, no, no, what are you calling for!" After giving his son a slap, Gu Changbo did not dare to delay and entered the palace. Read the book
"I have met Your Majesty."
Gu Changbo met Emperor Xingyuan in Xiyuan.
March has arrived, and spring is getting stronger in Xiyuan, with flowers blooming on every tree.
Emperor Xingyuan had a case in front of him, with delicious food and wine on it. The sound of silk and bamboo drifting from nowhere passed through the rockery flowers and trees, lingering in the pavilion with gauze hanging on all sides.
"Sishi, sit here."
Gu Changbo was startled for a moment.
Four Stones is his name.
There were three elder brothers before him, and he was called Sushi. At that time, everyone around him had such a crude name. Later, when he rose to great wealth, he impatiently chose a more formal name, and few people called him the name Sishishi.
People called him uncle, but the emperor called him Gu Changbo.
Hearing the emperor call his name today, Gu Changbo felt a little confused.
At that time, the emperor had not yet proclaimed himself emperor. They drank together, fought together, and had disputes over different opinions. This is what the emperor called him.
Four stones, four stones brothers.
Gu Changbo sat down opposite Emperor Xingyuan.
"I remember, your birthday will be in a few days."
"yes."
"Time flies so fast..."
It was a long time ago that monarchs and ministers sat and drank together like this.
Gu Changbo was still very reserved at first, especially when he was summoned alone several times before because his son was scolded.
But wine is strong wine and people are old friends. After a few drinks, they gradually let go.
The monarchs and ministers talked about the past, some were difficult, some were dangerous, and some were filled with joy after victory.
Gu Changbo was slightly drunk, with a relaxed smile on his face, when he suddenly heard a noise.
He calmed down and realized that the wine glass fell from Emperor Xingyuan's hand and shattered on the white marble ground.
"Your Majesty—" Just as he spoke, there was a stabbing sound coming from outside the pavilion, and Gu Changbo's expression suddenly changed.
That was the familiar sound of a sword being unsheathed.
People outside the pavilion came like a tide, and the light in the pavilion suddenly became dim.
Gu Changbo thought he must have drunk too much and was hallucinating.
"His Majesty--"
When he opened his mouth again, the person opposite suddenly grabbed his collar with one hand, and a dagger was placed beside his neck.
