The prince and the six officials entered the palace together, and when they came out, there were only six officials left.
Everyone looked solemn and walked out of Taiyang Palace in silence, no one said a word. He walked through Yingtian Gate in silence, passed through the outer hall square, and was about to walk out of the Suzaku Gate, the Minister of Punishment couldn't help but say: "My colleagues, you said the emperor..."
"The emperor has his own reasons for doing things." Li En held his hands high and bowed: "Your Majesty has a kind father's heart. When you see His Royal Highness King Qi assassinated, how can you rest assured that the prince and princess live outside the palace?"
"Master Li is right." The Minister of the Ministry sighed: "Although the adult prince and princess live in the palace, it is not in line with the ancestral system, but the heart of His Majesty's beloved son is even more moving."
All the officials praised the emperor's love for the prince and princess. After leaving the Suzaku Gate, they got into the carriages of various ministries and parted ways.
Li En, Ming Jingzhou, and Zhou Rui got on the carriage of the Ministry of Rites. The three of them looked at each other, and the smiles on their faces instantly collapsed.
"This matter is very involved. His Majesty brought all the princes and princesses into the palace, and I'm afraid he is extremely angry." Li En sighed: "Although the officials of the six departments often quarrel and quarrel because of political disagreements, but if they are involved in the matter of conspiracy to calculate the blood of the royal family. , that would be troublesome."
"What kind of cause, what kind of fruit." Ming Jingzhou leaned on the carriage calmly: "Sir, you don't need to think too much."
"Alas." Li En sighed. He had been an official in the same dynasty for many years. Even if he looked at the little wild flowers on the roadside for more than ten years, he would still have some feelings, not to mention a big living person.
"Stop the car." Zhou Rui saw the colored threads sold in the shop next to him, and smiled embarrassedly: "Two adults, wait for me for a while, I will go to the shop to buy some colored threads for Zhuojing."
"Brother Zhou, please feel free." Ming Jingzhou helped Zhou Rui lift the curtain. After Zhou Rui got out of the car, he looked at Li En and said, "Why does your lord help King Chen?"
Li En smiled: "Do you know what I saw on His Royal Highness King Chen?"
Ming Jingzhou was silent.
Li En also didn't care about Ming Jingzhou's answer, he gently stroked his beard: "That day I followed King Chen to inspect the Hongwen Academy, and I saw the heart of a young man on His Highness."
Ming Jingzhou touched the book in the sleeve cage, it was the book he was going to give to King Chen, but didn't have time to give it.
"The emperor is benevolent, and before he becomes a good emperor, he must embrace pure humanity towards all things in the world." Li En did not hide his purpose: "Twenty-five years ago, I saw this kind of purity in His Majesty. Unexpectedly, Twenty-five years later, I have seen this precious humanity in the most notorious King Chen."
"Sir." Ming Jingzhou was silent for a moment: "It is Your Majesty who we must be loyal to."
"Of course we are loyal to Your Majesty and the people of the world." Li En lowered his eyelids and said in a flat tone: "Assisting King Chen, the ability to cultivate government affairs is what His Majesty wants us to do in the Ministry of Rites. We are just obeying orders."
"I thought the adults would appreciate His Royal Highness King Qi more." Ming Jingzhou lifted the curtain and listened to the sound of hawking from the streets, with a pleasant expression.
"Those who use etiquette and system to restrain themselves, if the restraint disappears one day, no one knows what the result will be."
In history, there is no shortage of faint-hearted tyrants who were perfect when they were young, praised by thousands of people, and whose nature was exposed after entering a high position.
"Those who have gone through flamboyance and are still born benevolent are God's gifts to the people of the world."
Ming Jingzhou handed over his hands: "But I hope that Dacheng will be a bright emperor from generation to generation, and protect the people of the world to live and work in peace and contentment."
"Two adults." Zhou Rui lifted the curtain and climbed into the carriage: "I have kept you two waiting."
"Not long, just right." Li En stretched out his hand to help him.
At home, Shen shi heard that the prince and the princess were taken into the palace, and called Jiuzhu to tell her everything that happened in the palace.
"Imperial power moves people's hearts." Shen shi patted the back of Jiuzhu's hand: "Jiuzhu, you must be more careful in the future."
"Your Majesty has locked all the princes and princesses in the palace, and even changed the people who are serving them clean, also to protect them." Jiuzhu drank the soup that Shen shi made for her: "Although this move broke the princes. All the plans, but none of them know what each other's plans are, so they are all safe."
"Your Majesty's original intention was probably just to protect them." Jiuzhu put the empty bowl on the table and said earnestly: "You don't have to worry about eating and drinking in the palace, and you don't have to worry about being calculated. How wonderful."
"Oh." Jiu Zhu added, "If the prince and princess were to spend all their expenses in the palace, they would be taken from His Majesty's private treasury, that would save a lot of money."
Shen shi suddenly said: "You are right, maybe His Majesty just wants to save their lives."
Although His Majesty is an emperor, he is also a father.
In recent days, as soon as Ming Jingzhou returned home, he found that his daughter was very attentive to him, and from time to time he would ask when he would enter the palace.
"Jiuzhu." Ming Jingzhou put down the tea cup, this is the third cup of tea his daughter gave him, although he couldn't bear to live up to his daughter's wishes, but he couldn't drink any more: "Is there anything you need me to help you with? Do?"
Jiu Zhu was a little embarrassed: "There is indeed a small matter. If father is going to enter the palace recently, please bring something for your daughter."
"For King Chen?" Ming Jingzhou suspected that the tea at home was broken, and the aftertaste was a little sour.
"Well, it's just a painting." Jiuzhu twisted the corner of her clothes: "My daughter has already agreed with His Royal Highness, and you must not disappoint His Highness."
"Painting?" Ming Jingzhou was silent for a moment. Seeing his daughter's expression became more and more uneasy, he asked in a strange tone, "You painted?"
"Yeah." Jiuzhu walked to the door, took the scroll from the spring break, and walked back to Ming Jingzhou: "Mother said, the daughter's paintings are very like your father."
Has his... demeanor
Ming Jingzhou held up the tea cup silently, perfectly concealing his embarrassment: "Does your mother really say that?"
"Hmm." Jiuzhu nodded, opened the scroll, and looked at Ming Jingzhou expectantly: "Father, look at it, do you look like it?"
Ming Jingzhou looked at this painting called "Red Plum in the Snow", and the brush strokes looked like a dead desert twig, and unconsciously poured a sip of tea into his mouth: "Daughter, your Highness has not seen this painting yet. Have you been?"
"This is a surprise for His Royal Highness, and of course I won't show it to him in advance." Jiuzhu looked at the painting and then at Ming Jingzhou: "Father, does your daughter's painting have your style?"
"Yes... there must be." Ming Jingzhou recalled his confidence and ignorance when he was young, and he felt a strange feeling of guilt for his daughter in his heart.
Daughter Xiao's father, it's all his fault.
"Cough." With a dry cough, Ming Jingzhou smiled lovingly: "Daughter, do you think King Chen likes your paintings?"
"I will definitely like it." Jiuzhu put away the painting confidently: "The painting that my daughter gave to His Highness last time, His Highness specially treasured it."
"I understand." Ming Jingzhou nodded with a smile: "Tomorrow afternoon, I want to go to the palace to meet His Majesty for my father, and I will bring you the painting by the way."
"Thank you father!" Jiuzhu hurriedly put the painting tube in Ming Jingzhou's hand: "You are the best father in the world."
Ming Jingzhou sighed, his daughter's sweet mouth was not like him, but she followed her mother.
The paintings he made in those days were also praised by his wife that there are in the sky and nothing in the ground. It was not until later that their family was assigned to the frontier, and he painted paintings to sell, but no one bought them, did he soberly understand his painting skills.
Alas, I don't know how many new words Madam pondered over the years to praise his paintings.
Looking down at the painting tube in his hand, Ming Jingzhou smiled: "Our Jiuzhu's paintings are rare in the world, and His Highness must like them very much."
"Hey." King Chen got up from the bed and let the eunuch wait for him to change and wash: "It seems to be very cold today?"
"His Royal Highness, this is the newly delivered white fur coat from the palace, can you try it?"
King Chen put on his clothes and leaned lazily on the imperial concubine's couch. In just two incense sticks, he had already changed several postures over and over again.
Before, he had to go to the Ministry of Rites to Dianmao every morning. When he walked around here, he felt that there were too many things and he was annoying. Now he doesn't have to worry about anything in the palace, why is he boring again
He asked the little eunuch to bring him a few scriptures, and after turning two pages, King Chen unconsciously began to ponder, if he was in the Ministry of Rites now, he should start copying books.
If he hadn't entered the palace, Lord Ming should have prepared something new for him to copy.
"His Royal Highness?" The little eunuch didn't move after seeing that King Chen had turned over two pages, and asked anxiously, "How many copies will my servant give you?"
"No." King Chen threw the book aside: "This king has no interest in these miscellaneous books."
After he finished speaking, he got up and walked out of the courtyard. He crossed the courtyard gate and walked into the large garden outside Zhangliu Palace. He saw Prince An and Prince Jing supporting small sticks with baskets and sprinkled millet under the baskets.
"In the winter, what are the two brothers doing?" King Chen walked past the basket and "accidentally" bumped into the basket: "Oh, I didn't do it on purpose, the brothers shouldn't blame me, right?"
He looked up at the birds chirping in the treetops, this king saved your lives, why don't you hurry up and fly farther
The two princes looked at the stick that was kicked far away by King Chen, and threw the rope tied with the stick to the ground: "Fifth brother is joking, how dare we blame you."
"Yeah." King Chen nodded in satisfaction, and he was right if he didn't dare.
An Wang felt that his fist was a little hard, he turned his head and looked at Jing Wang, Jing Wang was looking at the sparrow flying through the air with regret.
"I don't know how the fourth brother is injured?" King Chen put his hands behind his back and turned to look at the two older brothers: "Second brother, third brother, have you been to see it?"
"It's still early, I don't dare to disturb the fourth brother." Wang An thought for a while: "Why don't we go and have a look together?"
"Okay." King Chen looked around, and broke off a branch, with two half-yellow or green leaves on it, still lingering tenaciously on the branch.
"It's all my own brothers, so there's no need to pay attention to vulgar etiquette." King Chen shook the branches, trying to shake off the dust on them, but he accidentally shook off a leaf: "The courtesy is light and affectionate, this is placed in a vase, presumably No flavor."
An Wang Jing Wang was silent.
They suspected that Yun Duqing did not go to see Yun Yanze, but wanted to send him away.
It's a pity that King Chen didn't understand their thoughts. He really took the branch with only one yellow leaf and went to Yun Yanze's yard.
"Your Highness, Your Highness. Your Highness An Wang, Your Highness Jing, and Chen are here."
Sun Caiyao put down the medicine bowl, wiped the corners of King Qi's mouth, and looked at King Qi. King Qi said in a gentle tone, "Please."
"Your Highness, your wounds haven't healed yet, so lie down well." Sun Caiyao stood up, "I'll go meet some princes."
She lifted the curtain and saw King Chen walk in with the other two princes. Looking at King Chen in white fur, Sun Caiyao lowered his eyelids slightly: "Three princes please."
"Fourth sister-in-law is very kind." King Chen handed the branch to Sun Caiyao: "Pick this up for the fourth brother to decorate the house."
As soon as the branch reached Sun Caiyao's hands, he saw the last leaf that was lingering, struggling for the last time in the wind and lying on the ground in despair.
An Wang looked at the dead leaves on the ground, and then looked at the bare branches in Princess Qi's hand, hoping that Princess Qi could take the branches and slap Yun Duqing's face.
However, as the daughter of the Sun family, how could Sun Caiyao lose her temper in front of other princes, even if Prince Chen picked up a stone on the ground and sent it to her, she could accept it without changing her face: "Thank you fifth brother for your kindness, I will definitely put it in the prince's place. In the room, let the lord appreciate it from time to time."
"Fourth Sister-in-law, please." King Chen walked into King Qi's room and pointed to the long-necked vase facing the bed: "I think this vase is pretty good, you can put it in."
In the middle of Xiuwaihuihui, Sun Caiyao, who is as gentle as water, shook her hand holding the branch: "Okay."
When Sun Caiyao put the branch into the vase, King Chen nodded with satisfaction: "It's not bad." He turned to look at King Qi on the bed: "Fourth brother, do you think so?"
King Qi looked at the long-necked bottle and smiled: "As long as the fifth brother is happy."
Yun Duqing sent this dead branch just to laugh at his injury
From childhood to adulthood, this good fifth brother of his, relying on the favor of his father, likes to use this kind of trickery that is almost obvious.
"Of course I'm happy to see that the fourth brother likes the gift I brought." Yun Duqing sat down on the chair and looked at the pale King Qi: "The fourth brother's injury is better?"
"It's much better." Qi Wang said with a haggard smile: "Second brother and third brother, hurry up and take your seat. Please forgive my brother's injury and I can't greet you."
"Our own brothers, we don't need to pay attention." King An observed King Qi's face: "The assassin who hurt you has been sentenced to death by your father, you can rest assured."
"Thank you brother for your concern." King Qi looked at the three of them and coughed twice.
The mastermind, among them
"The fourth brother suffered from trauma, why did he start coughing?" King Chen summoned the eunuch: "Go to the imperial hospital and ask for an imperial doctor to take a good pulse for the fourth brother."
He helped King Qi press down the quilt: "The body is hairy, and the parents are affected by it. Fourth brother, don't be negligent."
pain.
King Qi's face was instantly pale, and Yun Duqing, the bastard, pressed on his wound.
Not long after, King Huai also brought something to visit King Qi. He was a little more generous and brought a box of ginseng pills.
"How many younger brothers are there?" King Huai handed the ginseng pill to the eunuch and walked to the bedside: "Fourth younger brother, why didn't you even cover the quilt..."
"You don't need the help of the eldest brother, the younger brother will come by himself." King Qi looked at King Huai with a vigilant expression.
"What are you polite to eldest brother?" King Huai bent down and pressed the quilt on King Qi's chest. Seeing that King Qi's face was instantly pale, he smiled guiltily: "Look at me, I actually forgot, fourth brother was injured on his chest. "
King Qi took a deep breath.
Yunliu'an, you son of a bitch!
King Huai withdrew his hand and sat down beside King Chen.
Looking at Yun Yanze's expression, he was really hurt.
Who actually did this? Did he expect that the royal father would lock them all in the palace because of this
At first, he suspected that it was Yun Yanze's envoy's bitter plan, but today he heard the palace servants say that his father had sent people to investigate the Qi palace and the Zheng family thoroughly, and knew that Yun Yanze could not have done this.
He's not that stupid.
He turned to look at King Chen, who raised his eyebrows at him.
It can't be Yun Duqing. He has the preference of the father, he doesn't have to do anything, and he is better than the other brothers.
Could it be King An and King Jing
These two have always been mediocre and unremarkable, how could they have the courage to plan such a thing
"It's rare for the five of us to be together." Yun Duqing said suddenly: "It's cold today, why don't we cook a hot pot together with the fourth brother?"
King Huai turned to look at King Qi on the bed, the injured person seems to be unable to eat hot pot
"Fifth brother said it well." King Huai gave a high five and laughed: "Big brother, I'll call the next person to prepare."
Being locked up in this small Zhangliu Palace, I can't even step out of the gate of the palace, life is really hard, I always have to find something to have fun.
An hour later, King Qi smelled the aroma of the hot pot in the room, and looked at the four people sitting around the table, dancing with chopsticks, and wanted to pick up the pillow on the bed and smash them all out.
These dog things!
Satisfied, King Chen got up and put on a white fur coat and looked at King Qi on the bed with a smile: "It seems that with us to accompany the fourth brother even his complexion is much more rosy. In that case, fourth brother, we will come again tomorrow. you."
"Yes, fourth brother, don't worry." King Huai nodded: "We will visit you often until you recover from your injury."
King Qi looked at them with a non-smile, his eyes were trying to hide the surging killing intent.
"Then I'll thank you brothers first." He resumed his gentle smile: "It's my fault that I didn't see through the assassin's conspiracy, which made my father so worried. But that's okay, we can finally live together like we did when we were young. already."
Hearing this, the smile on King Huai's face suddenly disappeared.
Yes, if it wasn't for Yun Yanze's assassination, they wouldn't be locked in the palace.
If he were to know which bastard did such a stupid thing, he would have to separate his head!
What happened in Zhang Liugong soon reached the ears of Emperor Longfeng. Instead of being angry, he laughed and called Liu Zhongbao: "Du Qing likes to eat hot pot, you ask the palace to send more fresh ingredients to the kitchen of Zhang Liugong. Especially those dishes that he likes to eat on weekdays, must not be interrupted. "
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the old slave has already instructed." Liu Zhongbao bent down to help Emperor Longfeng grind: "Your Majesty, the eunuchs and maids in the palace and the princess' palace have all been imprisoned together, and other servants are also confined. In the mansion, Jin Wuwei strictly guards him."
"Well." Seeing that Liu Zhongbao seemed to have something to say, Emperor Longfeng asked, "What else happened?"
"The slaves have heard that two servants in the grandfather's house of His Royal Highness King Qi escaped with the master's jewelry, and the Zheng family is searching everywhere." Liu Zhongbao smiled: "Nowadays, many people in the capital are laughing at the Zheng family, and the management I can't stop people."
"When did you lose it?"
"Looks like it was last night?" Liu Zhongbao smiled: "The old slave just listened for nothing, but I don't know what happened."
"You old fox." Emperor Longfeng laughed and put down his pen: "Come here, protect Longwei."
The Dragon Guard, a royal guard who only listens to the emperor's orders, is highly skilled and does not take action easily.
"Retrieve the two lost servants of the Zheng family." Emperor Longfeng smiled coldly: "I also want to know what the servants who have betrayed their trust and betrayed the Lord look like."
After eating in the morning, Jiuzhu was called out by Zhou Xiao.
"Sister Zhou." Jiuzhu glanced at Zhou Xiao, who was panting, and stretched out her hand to hold her: "Why don't you have someone lift you up with a slider?"
"No." Zhou Xiao panted and shook his head: "To ask for a peace talisman, you must walk to the statue to be sincere."
"Okay." Jiuzhu sighed helplessly, and could only pull her up step by step, followed by a large string of maids guarding the two of them. It didn't look like they were going to incense to ask for a peace amulet, but more like they were going to demolish the statue.
"Sister, are there really high monks in the wilderness here?" Zhou Shucheng glanced at the girl from the Ming family who was not blushing or panting, and was still able to drag his sister away. He began to wonder if there was a problem with his physical strength. A man, can't even compare to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl
"Yes." Zhou Xiao nodded affirmatively: "I've heard people say that there are several eminent monks living in the temple on this mountain. Ask for one for Meirokuro, too."
Maybe with the talisman, he won't fall on his legs again.
Zhou Shucheng: "…"
Is it convenient to ask Ming Cunfu for a talisman
It was clearly for Ming Cunfu that he was tortured here.
Jiuzhu hesitated, she looked back at the distance from here to the foot of the mountain, and decided not to tell Sister Zhou that talismans were the specialty of Taoism, and generally orthodox Buddhist practitioners did not draw peace talismans.
"Front!" Zhou Xiao pointed to the front: "I saw the temple! Sister, please pull me up."
Seeing Zhou Xiao, whose legs were trembling and insisted on climbing up, Jiuzhu thought that if Brother Fu Liu dared to do something wrong to Sister Zhou in the future, she would break his legs without Sister Zhou's action.
"Wait for me!" Zhou Shucheng put his hand on the shoulder of the servant, panting like a cow: "You two little girls walk slowly, can you save me some face!"
The servants supported Zhou Shucheng with all hands and feet, almost dragging and dragging him to the front of the temple gate.
The temple was even more dilapidated than they had imagined, with a broken bell hanging from a tree, and the bell was covered with dust. The fallen leaves in front of the temple gate were lying on the ground in a mess, but there was no accumulation of leaves. It should be that I haven't had time to disturb them today.
"Bless the Bodhisattva, don't blame the Bodhisattva." Zhou Shucheng bowed to the Buddha statue in the temple and asked loudly, "Is there a master here?"
Seeing that no one cared about him, Zhou Shucheng gave the servant a look.
"Master, I will sincerely bow to the Buddha, and ask Master to show up." The little servant shouted, "We brought sesame oil money!"
"Amitabha." A monk in ancestral robes came out and saluted Jiuzhu and the others: "Please, all benefactors."
Zhou Shucheng saw that the monk was tall and strong, and couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you a warrior monk?"
Shouldn't monks be very good at drawing talismans
"The donor is joking." The monk recited the Buddha's name: "The poor monk is self-sufficient in the temple, and he does the work of planting vegetables, carrying water and cleaning every day, and his body is naturally strong."
"So that's the case." Zhou Shucheng suddenly realized that he raised his foot and was about to enter the door.
"Wait." Jiuzhu stopped Zhou Shucheng and prevented him from entering the temple.
"Master is going out?"
"The poor monk is cultivating in the mountains, why do you need to go out?" The monk smiled at Jiuzhu: "The donor is joking."
"Master doesn't go out, why does he wear ancestral robes?" Jiuzhu hid Zhou Xiao behind him: "Everyone in Buddhism is meditative and ascetic, and they don't pay much attention to the secular world. They don't know how to wear ancestral robes on important occasions such as lecturing on sutras illegally."
Zhou Xiao looked at Jiuzhu, and she saw a bit of awe in her always sweet face.
She raised her hand and asked the guards of the Zhou family and Ming family to surround the gate of the temple. After making sure that even the mosquitoes had no chance to fly out, Jiuzhu said with certainty, "You are not a real monk."