Jing Rong's words made Ji Yunshu's nose sour.
Such a man is worthy of her lifelong trust, life and death.
Can-
She said: "But in case..." The words stopped.
Jing Rong held her hand, looked down at it, wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and said seriously, "Actually, Mo Ruo is right, he wants to gamble, I also want to gamble, but I want to see, Did Jing Xian choose to be a wise ruler? Or a foolish ruler?"
"What's the meaning?"
"If he works diligently after entering the dynasty, and can put the people first and the ministers first, what's the harm in letting him sit on the throne? But if he is cruel and selfish, and framed Zhongliang, then I will clear the door."
Clear the portal!
These four words are like countless arrows.
The implication is that if Jingxian is a wise ruler, he will stay; if he is a dim ruler, he will be removed.
It seems that Jing Rong is not without vigilance.
Ji Yunshu was also a little relieved.
Nod.
But there was something unclear in my heart, and I asked again, "There is something I don't quite understand."
"What's the matter?"
"For so many years, although the emperor has kept King Xian in the palace to recuperate, but he can recuperate from illness, why not let him go out of the palace to build the mansion?"
Jing Rong said with a solemn expression, "Actually, I don't know very well, I only know that after Jing Xian's mother and concubine died, he became ill, and the father immediately ordered him to stay in the palace to recuperate. "
"Died?" Doubt.
"The specifics are not very clear. The doctor who diagnosed and treated said so. Why did you ask this all of a sudden?"
"Just curious."
Oh!
Jing Rong: "Okay, hurry up and get busy, you don't have to worry about other things."
She nodded and left.
Behind him, Jing Rong grabbed a handful of bait from the bamboo tube again and continued to feed the fish slowly. For a while, many koi fish that had scattered before swarmed again.
Fight for food!
The next day, Jing Xian got the order, and after sorting out his things, he finally left the palace.
He doesn't have many things, only a few sets of clothes, and the most he brings are his beloved books, which are full of a large box.
And, of course, three of his beloved pigeons, in a cage, on hand.
The moment he stepped out of the palace, his mood was mixed.
Joy, shock, doubt, apprehension…
There are all kinds!
There was a large carriage outside the palace gate, and in front of it stood Shen Changqin, the servant of the Ministry of Rites.
He was wearing a black robe, with a high bun, and he was very gentle and approachable.
There was just a hint of sadness in those eyes.
When he came out, Shen Changqin stepped forward and saluted, "See King Xian, the emperor has an order to ask the lower official to take the prince to the palace of King Xian."
Emperor Qi Zhen was an activist, and when he promised to let Jing Xian enter the dynasty, he had already ordered the Ministry of Rites to buy a mansion for him.
He said politely, "Thank you, my lord."
this
Indeed, he lived in the deep palace for a long time, how did he know this person in front of him!
Shen Changqin introduced himself, "The next official is Shen Changqin, the servant of the Ministry of Rites."
"Oh, it turned out to be Shi Lang Shen. I have been in the deep palace since I was a child, and I still don't know all of you adults, so please bear with me."
"Xiaguan doesn't dare, it's getting late, please ask the lord to get on the carriage." After speaking, Shen Changqin took the cage with the pigeons from him, "Just leave it to Xiaguan."
Ordered people to get into the car.
He smiled modestly and turned to look at Fulu, who sent him out of the palace.
Over the years, thanks to Fu Lu's taking care of him, he was able to make himself not too hot in summer and not too cold in winter. This time, he was not able to take him away with him when he left the palace.
He said to Fulu, "I have already said hello to the Jingshi Room. After I left, they answered me and will assign you a good place, so you don't have to worry."
"Thank you, lord." Fu Lu bowed, with tears in his eyes, "My lord, there will be no servants by your side from now on, you have to take good care of yourself, your health is not good, and the weather is getting colder and colder, you must remember to add a few more clothes. ."
"I know, okay, don't send it away, go in."
"It's better to let the slave send one to the prince." Very stubborn.
Jing Xian nodded with moist eyes.
Fulu helped him get on the carriage, watched him leave all the way, and secretly wiped away his tears.
It was not until the carriage disappeared from his sight that he turned around and entered the palace.
The carriage was not in a hurry.
The road is smooth and not bumpy.
Inside the carriage, Shen Changqin looked at the pigeons and asked curiously, "Why did the lord bring a few pigeons out of the palace?"
He waved: "I have been in the palace all the year round. Fortunately, with these pigeons as my company, I can relieve my boredom. I really don't want to leave them in the palace."
"I see."
Shen Changqin felt that this prince had a personality!
The inside of the car was quiet again.
After an unknown amount of time, Jing Xian's hand clenched a little, as if he was a little nervous.
Shen Changqin noticed and asked, "What's wrong with your lord?"
He shook his head, "It's alright, it's just that I haven't come out for a long time, and I don't know what the outside looks like now?"
There was longing in his voice.
Shen Changqin said, "Your Highness is now recovering from a serious illness. Your Majesty has given you permission to leave the palace and build a mansion. In the future, the prosperity of the capital can be seen everywhere."
"Yeah yeah!"
The corners of his mouth slowly drew a smile.
Soon, the carriage passed through a bustling street, and there were bursts of loud noises.
"Selling candied haws..."
“Freshly baked meat buns…”
"Look at it, look at it, the fine agate jade..."
…
Through the curtain of the car, the fragrance of the face also rushed in.
lingering on the tip of the nose.
Jing Yi felt a little nervous in his heart, held his breath, opened the curtain of the car, and saw the bustling streets of Beijing.
On the road, all kinds of people dressed in prosperous or simple clothes, shuttled in and out of the street, hawkers and merchants fell on both sides, and various and dazzling objects came into view one by one.
From Jing Xian's point of view, there are some things he recognizes, and some things he doesn't.
Feel very fresh.
This is the outside palace he has been waiting for for a long time.
Every time, he could only raise his head and look at the sky outside through the high city wall in front of him.
Now that you are there, the joy on your face is hard to hide!
Shen Changqin looked at him carefully, feeling a little distressed.
Soon, the carriage arrived at Prince Xian's mansion.
It's very close to Prince Rong's mansion, and it only takes two streets to turn around. If you walk there, it will take about two incense sticks.
The two got off the carriage.
Shen Changqin, "Prince Xian, this will be your mansion from now on. It was only yesterday that our Ministry of Rites started to purchase it. Some things are not complete, so it is a bit crude, but the lower official will order people to quickly purchase it."
He bent over and thanked, "There is Lord Lao Shen."
"What the subordinate should do."
He took a few breaths of fresh air, stopped at the door, and looked up at the golden plaque on the door.
On the plaque is printed the three characters of "Xianwangfu" made by bronzing craftsmanship.
Xian Wangfu!