"Why don't we let you go? Mr. Yi, have you ever thought that it's not that our Highness doesn't let you go, but that you don't let yourself go?"
"What do you mean?" Yi Qianzhang was confused by Ziyi's words, "What do you mean I don't let myself go?"
"Don't you remember what you have done?" Ziyi stared at Yi Qianzhang for a long time. Seeing his confused look, he sneered, "I have to say, Mr. Yi, you are really You noble people forget things so much!"
"Okay, okay, there's no need to say the sarcastic words. It's you who brought it up and wanted to confront you. It's you who said you couldn't listen to one side of the story. So we gave you this opportunity. So since that's the case, just be good. Say, don't be so weird. If you don't want to continue talking, then there is no need to talk." Wu Shudan made a very threatening gesture towards Ziyi and Yi Qianzhang, "We don't want to waste our time. You are having such a meaningless argument, right?" He looked around, pulled a stool over, and waved to Hei Lu'er and Ah Piao, "Come, let's sit and listen to them."
"Master A Dan is right." A Piao came over and sat next to Wu Shu Dan, looked at Hei Lu'er, and then at Zi Yi, "Zi Yi first said, what exactly angered His Highness Qingmu, so that Yi If you leave Yiqing Mansion, you will be retaliated against."
"Yes." Ziyi acted very magnanimously. He stared at Yi Qianzhang and said word by word, "Mr. Yi, can I ask you a question first? Do you still remember the time when you left Yiqing Mansion? In the first three months, how many articles did you write, and what was the content of the articles?”
"I..." Yi Qianzhang racked his brains to recall for a long time, but he couldn't remember what he had written. Because of those experiences back then, his memory was damaged and he forgot many things. "I really can't remember." He looked at Ziyi and sighed, "To tell you the truth, I once suffered a serious head injury. It took me more than half a year to recover, but because of this injury , I lost part of my memory, and I don’t remember many of the things you said.”
"Head injury?"
Ah Piao glanced at the guard next to Yi Qianzhang and winked at him. The guard received the signal transmitted by Ah Piao and carefully inspected Yi Qianzhang's head. After the inspection, he nodded towards Ah Piao.
"Sir, there are three scars on the back of Mr. Yi's head where he was hit by a blunt object."
"Really?" Ah Piao was very curious, and stood up and walked over to look at the back of Yi Qianzhang's head, "This... it must have been very serious when it was hit, and the three scars had different strengths. Damn it. The one on the left obviously used more force than the other two, and was aiming for death. It seems that the person who did it wanted your life." She looked at Ziyi, "Is it His Highness Wanyan Qingmu's idea? "
"No!" Ziyi shook his head gently, "Your Highness did not want his life, because Your Highness knew that it would be more uncomfortable for him to be alive than to be dead."
"That's true." A'Piao nodded and sat back. "If you want to take revenge on someone, just keep him alive, and then torture him little by little and make him suffer. Let the enemy die all at once, but let him suffer." Deliverance for enemies.”
"Yes, so His Highness will never choose this method." Ziyi looked at Yi Qianzhang, "It seems that Mr. Yi has offended a lot of people. Some people really want your life!" He sneered, "Since your memory is damaged, please explain what exactly your Majesty did to our Highness!" He paused, "Sir, you think that our His Highness is an inconspicuous prince who is not affected by the old man. The son that the prince values, no one will care even if he arranges for our highness."
"I think..." Ah Piao tilted her head, "I think I've read it. It's not a poem, but something like a storybook, right?"
"Yes!" Ziyi nodded, "The protagonist in the storybook is a well-known local family. He owns seven or eight hundred acres of land and has more than a dozen shops. He also has a good relationship with the local government. It can be said that It means that the wind will bring the wind and the rain will bring the rain. The protagonist has only one child in the family. His mother passed away when giving birth to him, and he was brought up by his wet nurse. Although there is only one biological child in the family, his father does not I don’t like him, and I don’t love him. Instead, I love my cousin’s posthumous son as if he were my own, and even want to let this cousin’s posthumous son inherit all the family property.”
"This..." Hei Luer and Wu Shudan looked at each other, "If you want to say that this story is not based on His Highness Wanyan Qingmu, no one will believe it. It is exactly the same."
"Right?" Ziyi sighed and continued, "This is not over yet. The next story is even more miserable. Because the protagonist's cousin is so favored, he naturally does not take the protagonist seriously and studies very seriously. How to take over the family business and how to deal with all parties. On the contrary, it is the protagonist. Because of his father's neglect and the neglect of the servants at home, he looks particularly uneducated to outsiders, and eventually becomes a well-known playboy in the local area. Not only In this way, he also brought a disaster to the family and almost ransacked the house. He beat the most favored prince of the dynasty who was visiting privately incognito on the street and seriously injured him. If it weren't for his cousin's dealings and management, the entire family would have suffered because of this. Disaster was imminent. Later, the protagonist was abandoned by his family and his father, and finally died of depression."
"Mr. Yi, do you have any impression of this storybook you wrote?"
"A little bit." Yi Qianzhang nodded, "However, I vaguely remember that the spread of this storybook is actually not very wide, and it has not been circulated in Yiqing Mansion at all. I don't know where His Highness Wanyan Qingmu saw it. .”
"Although our Highness is not very popular with the old prince, it does not mean that he does not have good friends and brothers. Many of these friends are outstanding in literary talent, and many of them have admired you for a long time, Mr. Yi. Therefore, they I am very interested in your articles and poems." Ziyi thought for a moment and said, "Do you probably remember Mr. Wuerjin and Mr. Hagari?"
"...Well, I remember." Yi Qianzhang nodded, "I met these two young masters during my trip. The three of us hit it off and had a great time talking to each other. We even had a long chat and met each other for two nights. Mian." After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Ziyi, "You talk about them alone because these two young masters belong to His Highness Wanyan Qingmu..."
"The brothers who grew up together are the life-and-death friends of our Highnesses." Ziyi bared his teeth at Yi Qianchang, who had a dull gray face. "It is these two young masters who showed our Highnesses the storybook that you treasure so much. of."
