Yuying replied: "The palace people who came back only said that Mr. Yan's new disciple has been found, but they didn't know who it was after inquiring. Mr. Yan's mouth is too strict. I guess he will not know until the day when the academy announces the list."
The hearts of Jia and Empress are like being cooked on fire.
For a while, she didn't get a good night's sleep because of her son's entry into the academy.
But nothing is done.
She took a few deep breaths, suppressed all the anger and jealousy in her heart, took a sip of tea, and when she raised her eyes again, her eyes became as gentle and calm as when she was in front of people.
She said softly to Yuying: "On the day when the list is released, send someone to wait under the list to see who Mr. Yan's new disciple is this year, no matter who it is—"
"It is necessary to send him the first congratulatory gift before everyone else."
Even if she complained in her heart that the appearance of that person blocked her son's way, this kind of capable man and sage must not be sent to a hostile position. Even if he can't use it for himself, he must win over a good relationship.
Yuying nodded, keeping the Queen's order in his heart, and said, "My Lady, what kind of gift should I prepare?"
Empress Jiahe thought about it carefully, "Give that student the kit of the Shoushan Stone Cloud Pattern Pen Holder Ornament."
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Yuying hesitated a little, "But the pen stand, didn't your Highness clamor for it?"
It just so happened that the Seventeenth Prince came back at this time, and when he heard that Empress Jiahe was going to give away the Shoushan Stone Pen Holder that he had fancied earlier in the morning, his face immediately fell down, and he shouted dissatisfiedly: "Queen Mother, you agreed to give it to me!"
Empress Jiahe turned to him with a tired face, frowned, and said displeasedly: "Mr. Yan's new disciple has already been selected. Since it is destined not to be you, why not buy that person to our side early."
"But that pen..." The Seventeenth Prince's eyes were full of disappointment, "There is only one in the world."
Empress Jiahe also wanted to keep the pen rest made of high-quality jade, but it was precisely because of the preciousness of this pen rest that she could show how much she valued and cared about that student.
Afraid that Xiao Shiqi would place too much value on these external things, she taught her a lesson: "If you can succeed to the throne in the future, you will have whatever you want."
"If you can get the help of a sage, what is a pen holder? It's just a tool to buy people's hearts."
"Even if you have a woman you like in the future, when it's time to give up, you have to give up."
The Seventeenth Prince lowered his eyes sadly, as if he had let go of his obsession with that pen rest.
Seeing his dejected look, Empress Jiahe rubbed his head and said earnestly, "If you can't bear it, you will make trouble. Just bear with it and listen to your mother. There will be no mistakes."
…
Wait until the day when the list is released.
Empress Jiahe arranged for the palace servant who was going to give gifts to Mr. Yan's disciple to come back to Jinxiu Palace.
He looked bitter as if someone had stuffed a mouthful of bitter almonds.
April is full of spring, and the trees are full of verdant greenery. Empress Jiahe and Xiao Shiqi are enjoying the flowers and greenery in the courtyard. They are in a good mood. When they see the palace man coming, they look up at him, "Li, have you sent it away?"
The man in the palace whispered: "I sent it out according to my mother's order."
Empress Jiahe looked at his timid and timid appearance, and muttered in her heart, and asked with a frown, "You've sent it out, why are you still looking so sullen. Who is Mr. Yan's new disciple this year?"
When the palace people heard Empress Jiahe's question, they trembled coldly, hesitated, and said, "It's the Ninth Prince."
Empress Jiahe was taken aback for a moment.
At that time, I heard it wrong, so I asked again, "Who is it?"
"Your Majesty, it's the Ninth Prince, Rong Ting..."
After the palace man finished speaking, he knelt down with a plop.
At first, he thought it was a good job, but when he saw the name on the top of the list after the list was released, he knew that he had accepted a job that would kill him.
Empress Jiahe heard clearly this time.
But I couldn't believe it in my heart, I shook my head and said, "Impossible."
"It's really the Ninth Prince Rong Ting." The palace man said tremblingly, "The whole Jinling is discussing this matter. After all, the Ninth Prince is the first among the princes to be accepted as a disciple by Mr. Yan. I can't make a mistake."
Empress Jiahe lost her gaze for a long time.
Slowly condensing the light, the eyes are not as bright as before, in the cloudy eyes, there is a shock of puzzlement and disbelief.
When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been torn apart.
"What's going on here? How could he have the chance to meet Yan Nanxun? How could it be possible?"
Her whole body collapsed, "You... sent that pen over there?"
The palace servants knelt on the ground and kowtowed one after another, "It's the empress who has instructed me thousands and thousands of times, no matter who it is, I want the servant to be the first to deliver the gift before everyone else, and there's no way to tell the slightest mistake, the servant dare not make a claim." !"
Xiao Shiqi let out a wow, and her voice was tinged with anxious crying, "Mother, that's my pen rest, how can I give it to the disabled!"
Empress Jiahe pressed her chest, completely unable to withstand the successive blows.
There was a fishy smell in the throat.
Fortunately, she was still complacent because Rong Ting overslept and failed to take the exam!
Unbeknownst to him, he had reached the position where she desperately wanted to lift Xiao Shiqi up.
And she rushed to give him a gift! Also told Xiao Shiqi to bear it!
All kinds of things today, I'm afraid they will make her angry and shorten her life span by ten years.
…
Just when Empress Jiahe was in a state of desperation, she went to find someone to find out how Rong Ting got Yan Nanxun's favor.
Before the people she sent came back, they waited for the reward from Emperor Zhaowu.
—The upper part is ninety feet of palace silk, and the upper part is nineteen feet of spring silk.
They are: plain blue, crimson white.
Emperor Zhaowu saw that Empress Jiahe didn't like to show off on weekdays, except for formal occasions, she always showed people with light makeup and rough clothes, and claimed to like these plain colors, so simple.
So he did what he liked, and specially asked Shang Yijian to pick the most pure color to reward her, and reward her for teaching well.
Not to mention these plain-colored materials that are not really liked by Empress Jiahe, how annoying it is for her to see them.
These materials didn't match her complexion at all, and she was five years old, but she still had to pretend to be happy to wear it, in order to please Emperor Zhaowu.
That sentence alone is instructive—
It made her feel that she was being ridiculed, and she vomited a mouthful of blood in her heart, her chest was congested, and she couldn't breathe.
…
Now the only consolation in my heart is that Rong Ting has indeed disabled two legs.
Even though Emperor Zhaowu paid more and more attention to this child now, he would not choose him to inherit the throne.
In the future, Rong Ting will at best be a more powerful prince, and will not threaten Xiao Qiqi's ascension to the throne.
She was just worried that Rong Ting would rebel after Xiao Shiqi ascended the throne.
…
The moon is full and the wind is sinking. On a spring night, when the wind blows, it blows out the chill of late winter.
Si Ying woke up halfway through his sleep, looked at Huai Qing who was sleeping beside him, and tried to shout a few times, but seeing that he was still awake, he crept out of bed.
Going all the way, on a small road not far outside Jinxiu Palace, he met a court lady.
That court lady is the shadow that is being reused by Empress Jiahe now.
Yu Ying handed Si Ying a powder packet, and said to Si Ying in the chilly spring breeze of the cold night, "Put it in His Highness Ninth Prince's breakfast tomorrow."
"Since you were able to prescribe the medicine successfully last time, you must be able to do so this time."
Si Ying weighed the small medicine bag that could be held in one palm, "What kind of medicine is this?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?" Yuying said impatiently, "You just need to know that after you do this, the empress will transfer you out of the Shouhuai Palace and into the palace of Her Majesty the Seventeenth Prince. The seat of chief eunuch in the palace of His Highness is yours."
A bit of greed appeared on Si Ying's face, "This servant knows."
…
When eating on the second day.
Si Ying did the same thing last time, and put medicine on Rong Ting's breakfast, on the rim of the bowl, and on the tip of the chopsticks.
Then, wait on the side.
His slightly swaying eyes revealed his nervousness.
Rong Ting picked up the chopsticks.
Just like last time, there was a slight pause.
Si Ying waited for him to pause lightly like last time, and then put the vegetables into the bowl.
But he didn't expect Rong Ting to be different this time.
His fingers moved, and the two chopsticks twirled around between his slender fingers, and with a "snap", they were buckled on the table by him.
The sound of wood colliding with wood was very clear in this empty room.
Si Ying's heart also "popped" as if falling from a height, and his eyes were fixed on Rong Ting.
Afraid he saw something.
Rong Ting squinted his long and narrow eyes, and said, "Today's porridge smells a bit wrong."
Si Ying's complexion changed, he hurried forward, leaned over to smell it, and said, "Your servant didn't smell anything."
"Maybe I'm mistaken."
Si Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally fooled it.
Just when he raised his head slightly, an extremely hard force came from the back of his head, smashing his head directly into the porridge bowl.
The porridge bowl was overturned.
Si Ying's mouth and eyelids were covered with porridge. Like a fish with its head pinched, it can't writhe on the chopping board.
His eyelids were so hot that he couldn't open them, and his entire face was shaking.
A deep and hoarse voice sounded from the top of his head, "It's true that I made a mistake. The poison given by the queen is tasteless and colorless. How could I smell it?"
Rong Ting pulled Si Ying's hair at the back of his head, pulled him up, tightly pinched his chin with one hand, pressed his fingers tightly on his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth, and slowly fed in every dish on the dinner table. , pressed the acupoints again, causing the little eunuch's eyelids to crack and panic, but he still had no choice but to swallow the poisonous food.
Rong Ting let go of his hand, and with disgust on his face, he wiped his own fingers with the Gejin.
On the face of the little eunuch, there were red finger marks, one after another.
He scratched his throat desperately, trying to spit out all the poison.
But it was too late.
His face gradually turned red due to the onset of poison, and his limbs cramped. He trembled on the ground, looking at Rong Ting—
The Shura who wanted to kill him didn't have any expression on his face, it was as cold as a piece of ice.
After meeting the little eunuch's eyes of extreme hatred and fear, he raised his eyebrows, his thin lips parted slightly, his gaze was as cool as water, "The poison I poisoned killed myself, how do you feel?"
Last time, he deliberately fell into the trap and pretended to take a dinner mixed with intoxicating drugs, so he knew that there would be a next time. Sure enough, it was time to wait again.
Si Ying was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word.
"Today is destined to be your death day." Rong Ting was still there, slowly wiping his fingers.
A face like a fairy, but eyes full of hostility, "Even if you can kill me, Empress Jiahe will push my death on you. It is because I usually criticize the servants so that you will hold a grudge and throw poisoned me."
Under his whispering, Si Ying lost his breath little by little.
Rong Ting stopped wiping his fingers and looked towards the wall.
Huai Qing, who was already trembling with fright at the side, trembled even more when he met his hostile gaze.
What happened just now happened so fast, he didn't realize what happened at all, and Si Ying had already fallen to the ground.
Rong Ting looked at him for a long time.
How long has Huai Qing been shaking.
After a while, Rong Ting finally spoke slowly, "Do you know about today's matter, what will you say after you go out?"
Huaiqing tremblingly opened her mouth, and managed to connect the words into a sentence, "The emperor... the empress bribed Si Ying, and poisoned the master."
Although he was afraid, he also knew that Si Ying had betrayed his master and poisoned him, and he deserved to die.
He had seen Si Ying sneaking around once before, whispering to the maids in Jinxiu Palace, Si Ying even fooled him by saying that it was the Queen who was asking him how His Highness the Ninth Prince was doing in Shouhuai Palace.
No matter what, Huaiqing would never have imagined that the gentle and dignified empress, who was the mother of the world, would be the one who bribed the servants to poison her son to death.
Tiger poison does not eat its children.
Rong Ting smiled sarcastically.
The pretty eyes like a fox blinked, and said slowly, "No rush."
"There is no need to mention the Queen."
"We have no proof."
"Father will not dismiss the queen easily. Since he thinks our mother is kind and filial, he will deceive him for a while. If I say it today, the queen will say that I am slandering him."
The shock of watching a person die in front of his eyes was completely absent on his face. When he was speaking, no matter from which angle he looked at it, he was a clean, handsome and handsome young man.
"You said that Si Ying was bribed by someone to murder his master, but he took the poison by mistake."
A very faint smile suddenly appeared on the lips of the young man, "Send Si Ying's body out in a while."
"Where are you going to send it?" Huai Qing asked with a pale face.
Thin lips, the smile deepens.
"Send it to Jinxiu Palace." Rong Ting said, Jun's face showed a bit of stinginess, and he sneered coldly, "Let my mother take a good look at how useless the person she is looking for is."
…
Si Ying's body was wrapped in a white cloth, and sent to Jinxiu Palace according to what Rong Ting said, to be seen by Empress Jiahe.
Rong Ting leisurely, controlled the wheelchair, and followed Si Ying's corpse unhurriedly.
The expression on his face was calm.
Along the way, the maids who saw her changed their expressions, avoided them in horror, and commented:
"Shouhuai Palace, why did someone die again?"
"It can't be really haunted."
Although those court ladies were afraid, more and more people gathered to see it.
Jiang Rao was holding a box of cinnabar in his hand. He had just left Shuxiang Palace and headed for Shouhuai Palace when he saw the road was crowded and overcrowded.
When she heard that a eunuch died, and she was still the eunuch of Shouhuai Palace, her face changed slightly.
Hurry over there.
Ming Shao stopped Jiang Rao, "Girl, don't go, be careful of bad luck."
At this time, the voice of a court lady's discussion fell into their ears—
"The Ninth Prince's face is so scary."
"Someone is dead, why is he still like a normal person?"
The boy sitting in the wheelchair has sculpted eyebrows and long eyes, his jade face is cold and beautiful, but his eyes are extremely indifferent and dark.
It's just that his eyes moved slightly when he saw Jiang Rao standing behind the maids.
He stopped for a moment, turned his head, and came towards Jiang Rao.
When he came to Jiang Rao's side, the indifference and coldness just now had disappeared from his pupils.
Instead, the water shone slightly, and the amber eyes revealed the fragility of the rest of life after a catastrophe.
"Niannian, I almost... died."
He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab Jiang Rao's sleeve, halfway, as if realizing something was wrong, he retracted again, which made him even more flustered and at a loss.
He looked panic-stricken and said, "I'm a little scared."
His pale face was slightly raised, covered with a layer of light sunlight, his expression and tone were all scared.
The long and dense eyelashes are trembling.