Gu Shiba Niang sat at the table with pen and paper in front of her, but at this time she closed her eyes tightly, and the dusty memories in her mind slowly opened up. This time she did not have a trace of resentment, but was grateful for what she had experienced All these experiences, which were once heart-wrenching, now seem to be extremely precious. With excitement, I carefully replayed all the memories.
After a long, long time, she opened her eyes, picked up the pen, held her sleeve with one hand, and started writing slowly. Her small regular script increased from a few to more, and her writing speed also increased from slow to fast. Papers quickly piled up, and there was a thick stack in front of her. Zi paper, written on it was what she saw, heard and knew in her life, ranging from the days when Emperor Longqing passed away to the three meals a day she had in Shen Mansion.
Although at that time in her life, she was an extremely ordinary woman waiting to be married in a boudoir, but in any case, she also experienced things that no one has experienced before. To a certain extent, she can be called a prophet. .
Of course, since there was no such person as Prince Wen in that life, there was naturally no memory of him, but this was not important. What was important was that she did know some things that Prince Wen did not know, and that was enough.
"You people only care about interests. As long as it is not related to your own interests, it doesn't matter who or what happens. Then I will talk about interests with you. Only by making you realize that you and your brother are tied to the same rope can we let you go." You are tempted..."
"My mother and brother, I have already lost once, and I have died once. Although death is terrible, there is nothing terrible if we really die. Since fate insists that we return to death, at least we cannot die in a useless way... "
"These important ministers and royal family, their status and power are extremely important in their hearts. Only when you poke their pain will they look at you..."
"Prince Wenjun, if you are like me and have changed your destiny against heaven, then you will be more concerned about your future destiny and know how powerful destiny is..."
"Even if you are not someone who has come back from the dead like me, your status, status and power are still a big deal to you. If you know that all these will be taken away, I don't see how you can still sit still..."
The candlelight illuminated the house brightly, making it look particularly warm on this early spring night, but Gu Shiba Niang's eyes shone coldly.
All the information about this time of year in that life was unearthed from the depths of her memory. The pressure of fate, the threat of death, and the dilemma of no retreat pushed her abilities to the limit.
She never knew that she could remember so many things. Among all the miscellaneous information, she carefully sifted through it and selected the capital that could be used to make this bet.
As she wrote on each piece of paper, the ink ran out again and again, and she had to pick up the ink stick and re-sharpen the ink again and again.
"A noble man like him is cold-hearted and cautious in his actions. What I am doing is really absurd and absurd. If I am wrong in every word and every link, not only will I not be able to save my brother, but I am afraid that I will also die..."
Gu Shiba Niang's hand stopped, but eventually resumed grinding.
Since they all died, my brother died because of righteousness, and I died because of my eldest relatives. It was also a death. It was completely different from the useless one in the previous life. Although fate could keep their results unchanged, the process was not controllable.
"From this aspect, you..." Gu Shiba Niang picked up the pen and pointed it into the void, as if she was facing the cold face of fate, "You are not able to dominate everything..."
She laughed loudly as she spoke, and the sound spread outside the house, jolting Ah Si, who was sleeping on guard at this time, to wake up, only to find that the surroundings were quiet at night, except for the bright lights in the young lady's room that reflected the reflection of the desk at her desk. There is nothing out of the ordinary except his figure.
Rubbing her sore arms, Gu Shiba Niang threw all the papers in front of her into the brazier. The room was suddenly filled with thick smoke. She opened the window and let the night breeze clean the room. The white fish belly was faintly visible in the east.
Life or death depends on this throw.
After closing the window, Gu Shiba Niang picked up the pen again, stringed together the words she had thought about in her mind, lowered her head and wrote a line of words on a blank piece of paper.
When the morning light finally penetrated the room, a carriage staggered westward from the front door of the building.
In Prince Wen's Mansion, a team of soldiers and guards were taking over. The surrounding area was deserted and the atmosphere was cold and solemn.
The sound of carriages sounded from far to near, which sounded particularly noticeable in the early morning.
"Who is it?" the soldiers and guards shouted in unison.
"Master Jun, I am Wang Yiyi of Baohe Hall, here to deliver medicine to the Pharmacy Department." Wang Yiyi hurriedly got out of the car and respectfully took out a post with a vermilion cover.
"It's Mr. Wang." Bingwei obviously recognized him, but he still took the post and carefully read the date and signature on it. Then he waved his hand and a soldier handed it to the concierge.
Not long after, a man dressed as a chamberlain came out with a habitual smile.
"The old gentleman is here, please come this way." He said, pointing to the corner door.
Only then did Bingwei let him go, and Wang Yiyi got on the carriage. The moment he entered the door, he couldn't help but reach out and press his sleeve. The thin letter there felt as heavy as a huge stone.
After finishing the matter, Wang Yiyi looked for an opportunity to meet with the chamberlain beside Prince Wenjun.
"Why are you here again?" When the eunuch saw him, his face looked very ugly. He took out a silver note from his sleeve and stuffed it into Wang Yizhang's hand.
This bank note was stuffed by Wang Yiyi to him. When he saw that he stuffed it back, Wang Yiyi felt like a mirror.
It seemed that the chamberlain really handed over the message that day, and Prince Wen's attitude was just as he and Gu Shiba Niang had guessed.
The chamberlain was afraid... Of course, it was not because he was afraid of betraying his trust and did not dare to accept the money, but because he was afraid of Prince Wen's attitude...
It seems that Prince Wen really has no intention of meeting Gu Shiba Niang...
Wang Zhang hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was still necessary to hand over the letter in his hand. This noble person had clearly expressed his rejection. If he asked again, he might be counterproductive and would be of no benefit to Gu Hai...
"Master Huang, the prince's meal is ready, please send it over..."
A young chamberlain said outside, interrupting the conversation between the two of them. As if relieved, Chamberlain Huang hurriedly told Wang Yiyi to go back quickly, and he personally took the tray from the little chamberlain's hand and went inside.
The fragrance floated past Wang Zhangyi, and he immediately recognized that this was not food at all, but medicine.
"Oh, no..." He suddenly clapped his hands, startling the waiter who was about to lead him out.
"Shopkeeper Wang, what's the matter? But what's missing?" The little waiter got a lot of benefits from Wang Zhang on a daily basis. He liked the God of Wealth very much and had a very good attitude. He immediately asked with concern.
"There was something wrong with the wild ginseng I brought in last time. I specially brought some new ones this time. I forgot to tell Mr. Huang not to use them yet..." Wang Zhangyi said.
The little waiter was startled, "Oh, why didn't you tell me earlier? It's already been used..."
After saying that, he turned around and ran back, "Quick, quick, go tell Mr. Huang..."
Wang Yizhang followed him naturally.
Prince Wenjun's Mansion is a newly built old house, with gardens, pools, pavilions and waterside pavilions that remain simple and exquisite. It is really pleasing to the eye, but the people who live here are not necessarily in a good mood. If possible, I believe the prince would prefer to work with the other three The prince usually lived in several small palaces outside the Queen Mother's palace.
Waiter Huang was holding a tray and walking along the winding corridor in the lake. He looked at the pavilion in the center of the lake with layers of curtains hanging in front of him, and straightened his clothes again.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask for instructions, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
"Master Huang, Master Huang..." A voice that was deliberately lowered but wanted him to hear came out.
The curtain couldn't block the sound at all. Chamberlain Huang couldn't help but get angry. He turned around to scold this unruly boy, but saw Wang Zhang coming over tremblingly, and his heart couldn't help but thump.
"You, you..." He couldn't help stuttering, and he didn't care about the rules. He took a few steps, grabbed Wang Yiyi's wrist, and whispered in his ear, "Don't do this..."
"Mr. Huang, that's it. I'm here to tell you that the wild ginseng I sent last time was not of good quality. If you use it, use the ones I sent this time first..." Wang Zhangyi didn't seem to understand what he was saying, and he was busy. He said hurriedly.
Waiter Huang couldn't tell whether he should be relieved or relieved.
"You...you...how dare you send it if it's not of good quality..." He could only say angrily, looking at the tray in his hand, feeling that it was neither progress nor retreat.
A gust of wind blew by, causing the curtain to ripple.
"What's going on?" A cool voice came from behind the curtain.
Huang Chamberlain hurriedly bowed solemnly and wanted to answer.
Wang Yiyi had already rushed to his knees, "Wang Yiyi of Baohe Hall has disturbed the prince."
Huang Nei's waiter, who was a good person, naturally understood Wang Zhang's purpose immediately, and couldn't help but glared at him bitterly, and used his eyes to signal him to stop talking nonsense.
The voice behind the curtain was silent for a moment.
"Wang Yiyi, you are really willing to go out of your way for your Baohedang..." The voice came over unhurriedly, but with the sharpness of the cold wind, it lifted off the disguise of the people outside the curtain.
"Please forgive me, the king!" Wang Yiyi immediately said on the ground.
It's hard to express surprise in my heart, but I feel that there is nothing surprising. This young prince is obviously not easy to fool. For those who are at the pinnacle of power in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is only information in the world that they don't want. They couldn't get the information they wanted, not to mention that Gu Shiba Niang was still the leader in her profession.
"In that case, I will help you and help you so that you will never be able to repay your favor in this life, how about that?" The voice in the curtain seemed to have a hint of a smile, but it was a smile full of coldness.
Only if you die, others will be unable to repay the favor for the rest of your life...
It is very simple for a county prince to let a merchant die.
The sweat on Wang Yiyi's forehead immediately fell down.
Waiter Huang on the side glared at him, "I've reminded you again and again not to say anything, not to say anything, but you don't listen, now it's okay, let's get involved, right?"
"The pariah thanks the prince..." Wang Zhangzhang gritted his teeth and said, taking out the letter from his sleeve and holding it high.
There was gentle laughter in the curtain, and to the ears of Wang Yiyi, this laughter sounded a bit weak.
The laughter soon died down, and then there was silence. Just when Wang Zhang's nervous legs were shaking slightly, the prince finally spoke again.
"Bring it in."
The voice was like the sound of nature. Wang Zhangyi felt relieved and almost collapsed on the ground. Gu Shiba Niang said that as long as Prince Wenjun is willing to accept the letter, everything will be fine.
But if Wang Yiyi knew what was written in the letter, he would definitely not hand it over even if he died. He soon understood this. Before he could even take a breath, a shout suddenly sounded from the curtain.
"Be bold!"
With a bang, the curtain was pulled open, and a violent breath came out.
Wang Zhang was shocked to see that the elegantly furnished hall was in disarray. The simple low table was overturned, the exquisite tea set was broken to the ground, and a young man from Qing Dynasty wearing a purple gold crown and a vermilion robe had his hands behind his back. He stood and looked at Wang Zhangzhang with midnight-like eyes.
"You are so brave, come here and capture the Xiang daughter of Gu family in Jiankang!" he said in a deep voice.
Arrest? Isn’t it a request? Even if it’s not a request, it’s okay to pass it on, right? It turns out to be an arrest!
How is this going
A piece of tissue paper floated in front of Wang Zhangzhang in the wind. He lowered his head and took a look, then his vision went dark and he fainted.
"... In June of the seventh year of Jianyuan, Prince Wenjun died..."
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I didn't check it. If there are any typos, tell me and I will correct them tomorrow night...
I have been away for six days. Fortunately, I have Internet access, but I can only write every night, so the updates will be very late in the next week. Please don't wait and check back the next day.