Sansheng was a man of few words, but at this moment, he couldn't help but remind Song Heng: "This is clearly aimed at you. Do you also suspect that the one who attacked the Eleventh Young Master is someone close to you?"
At the time, Song Heng was doing business near Sanyuan Tower, but this was not something that everyone knew about. As an assistant to the Jinyiwei, Song Heng's whereabouts were not fixed, so it was not easy to know.
But at that time, there was someone who could come and talk to Song Heng about this matter.
I didn't think much of it before. After all, Song Shiyi was famous in the capital for causing trouble, and this was not the first or second time that Song Heng had taught him a lesson.
But now when I think about it, I feel that everything is too coincidental.
Song Heng nodded silently, took a few steps, and then ordered him: "Hasn't the person who went out with Eleven that day been found yet?"
Ever since Song Shiyi got into trouble in the imperial prison and the imperial physician said it was poisoning, Song Heng had already started investigating the people around Song Shiyi. After all, they were the ones who followed Song Shiyi the closest. The people around him knew best who he had met and whether he had been involved with those people before.
But what was strange was that Haowen, Song Zhiyuan's favorite servant, had disappeared.
Sansheng shook his head: "This Haowen is not our family's own son. He was picked up from the refugees when we were distributing porridge in our mansion. The Eleventh Young Master saw that he was smart and asked him to be his servant, so it was difficult to find him for a while."
Song Heng paused.
If that's the case, it's even more suspicious.
He ignored the screams and complaints from the house behind him and strode forward.
Sanxing followed behind him, feeling sad and worried for Song Heng. After such a mess, he didn't know how the family would live in the future. He was just about to ask Song Heng to go back and surrender, but he saw Han, the steward beside Marquis Guangping, coming over, and he couldn't help but shut up again.
Manager Han was much calmer than the people in the previous courtyard. He saluted Song Heng and said respectfully, "Sixth Young Master, the Marquis invites you to come over."
Sanxing saw Song Heng change his route and go to the study room in front. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Everyone thought that his young master was so unruly and unruly in the mansion, but who knew how difficult their young master's life was.
At this moment, laughter was heard everywhere in the bustling Lion Tower. Everyone was looking at the storyteller in the center of the hall on the first floor and laughing uncontrollably.
The private rooms on the second floor were already full. In the No. 1 room, the window creaked shut. A middle-aged scholar frowned and said, "This know-it-all has only told the same two stories over and over again. People's ears are almost callused, but the number of people listening never decreases. Isn't that strange?"
The person opposite him burst out laughing, and poured himself a cup of tea with a "tsk". "Look at what you said, how can ordinary people have such good eloquence? What's more, he spoke with ups and downs, and the rhythm was good, which made people's heart beat fast, which is already extremely rare. Besides, if you just want to listen to the story, is there any better story than the Guangping Marquis Mansion recently?"
At this point, Mr. Zhan stroked his mustache and said, "Besides, this story was planned and manipulated by you. Whether the people in it live or die, whether they are happy or sad, it all depends on your will. Isn't that enough?"
There was still laughter and cheers outside. When Mr. Zhan saw the middle-aged scholar narrow his eyes, he said attentively: "I originally wanted to invite you to Wanhua Hall, but I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you, the county horse..."
Shao Wenxun had a little smile on his face and raised his hand to interrupt him: "You know I don't like this."
"Yes, yes, yes." Mr. Zhan laughed, "You and the princess are in perfect harmony, and you are so in love with each other. Naturally, you don't want to see those vulgar women."
Shao Wenxun did not say more on this topic, but turned to ask him: "Whether the Song family is doing something fishy or not, we will soon find out."
There were crowds of people downstairs, and Shao Wenxun never drank alcohol. He drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then looked at Mr. Zhan and asked him, "I wonder why Your Highness thinks... it could be Song Heng?"
He asked very cryptically, and obviously knew how secretive this was.
When Mr. Zhan saw that the tea in his cup was almost empty, he quickly and attentively refilled it, with just the right smile and intimacy on his face.
A barely perceptible look of pride appeared on Shao Wenxun's face.
Mr. Zhan caught it keenly, lowered his head and quickly adjusted his mood by pouring tea on the tea pet.
Speaking of which, he and Shao Wenxun are of the same age.
They were both Jinshi in the same year, and his ranking was 23 places higher than Shao Wenxun. Even when he later became an official, he was first assigned to the Hanlin Academy, and his career was expected to be bright.
But who could have known that fate would play such a trick on him? Shao Wenxun won the favor of Princess Le because he met Prince Fenyang on the road, and in a blink of an eye he became a princess. His official career also went smoothly, and he went to the Censorate smoothly.
Everyone knows that he is the son-in-law of Prince Fenyang, so how could they make things difficult for him
Not only did he do well in his job, he also had an excellent reputation; everyone said that he was a very upright man.
What integrity
Mr. Zhan knew that Shao Wenxun's family relied on his official position to act recklessly, and even his family members rose to prominence. Moreover, Shao Wenxun had an engagement in his hometown before, but he was forced to withdraw because he was liked by Princess Chun'an.
On the contrary, Mr. Zhan, because he had no powerful backing, had been wasting his time in the Hanlin Academy. If he had not later used the strength of his entire family to find a way to become a tutor to Prince Zhuang, and if he had not been favored by Prince Zhuang and became the chief historian of Prince Zhuang's palace, he would probably be worse off than he is now.
No wonder Shao Wenxun is so proud.
Mr. Zhan suppressed his jealousy and quickly put on a smiling face: "Your Highness naturally has your own channels. Besides, the son of Marquis Guangping was also in Jinzhong back then. It was such a coincidence that he returned to Beijing two years later after leaving Jinzhong and brought back a child. No matter how you look at it, it's always too much of a coincidence."
If that's the case, then it makes sense.
Shao Wenxun nodded thoughtfully, and then he heard Zhan Changshi ask carefully, "I wonder if the prince has revealed anything recently?"
As one of the few remaining members of the royal family, Prince Fenyang was the most favored by Emperor Yuanfeng. He was in charge of the Imperial Clan Court and was highly respected.
Shao Wenxun shook his head: "Taishan has always been a cautious person when it comes to such an important matter. How could he tell us about it?"
Zhan Changshi heard his displeasure and nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, the old prince is very loyal to the emperor. Even if he really has something wrong, he will not tell us casually. I am asking a stupid question. Please forgive me, my lord."