"What? Gu Yu sued Pingyang Hou Mansion!"
"Sue to Dali Temple? Please reconsider the Crown Princess?"
The news spread quickly, and everyone's eyes widened and they gasped.
"Crazy! Someone dares to sue the Marquis Mansion! Dare to question the crown princess designated by the royal family!"
"Who is this?"
For a time, after the sensation that he was promoted to the rank of scholar despite being the number one scholar, Gu Yu and Gu Hanzhi once again became famous throughout the Zhou Dynasty. However, compared to the ridicule last time, this time they were shocked.
"What is he doing? Impeaching the prince! Questioning the royal resolution!"
Everyone was shocked by Gu Yu's audacity.
There were not many princes in the Zhou Dynasty, but Pingyang Hou Mansion was still a prince with royal blood. Even a high official in the dynasty would not dare to be presumptuous in front of a prince, let alone question the royal family.
"People like the Gu family are really..."
Thinking of Gu Hai who dared to impeach Zhu Chunming even though he was a tribute soldier, and thought of Gu Shen'an who dared to openly raise his different opinions with Zhu Chunming in court. Of course, the latter has always been considered by everyone to have convulsions, but now it seems that it should be said that he belongs to the Gu family. Thoughts are so elusive...
"Why did the Pingyang Marquis Mansion offend him?"
"Isn't this guy always in Yangzhou?"
"I heard that there seems to be some conflict between Princess Baiyu and Gu Yu's sister..."
"Just for this?"
When more detailed information is unearthed, everyone will be even more unbelievable. You can't protect your shortcomings to this extent, right
Mrs. Shen, who came to the capital to visit Mr. Shen and see if she could find an opportunity to trouble Gu Shiba Niang, was so shocked when she heard the news.
"This...this...is their whole family crazy? Is this a child's play?" Mrs. Shen San was speechless for a long time. She suddenly thought of the news about Gu Shiba Niang that she had ordered to spread some time ago, and she couldn't help but shudder. .
You should never behave like a madman in this world. The remaining obsession with Gu Shiba Niang in Mrs. Shen's heart disappeared at this moment.
Fortunately, she didn't let this woman in at the beginning... She suddenly felt lucky and a little scared, and let out a sigh of relief.
In this late winter, the capital is really extremely lively. Zhu Chunming was assassinated, the Zhu family pursued the murderer and purged, the demons in the court were dancing wildly, the officials were panic-stricken, and various forces competed overtly and covertly. At this time, it suddenly appeared that the princes were involved in the conflict due to the friction between their children. This incident made the already turbid water even darker.
Is this a child's play or a storm? Their eyes were fixed on Dali Temple. Everyone felt vaguely that a storm was brewing under the dark clouds.
Even when he was sitting in the hall, Marquis Pingyang could not hide his irritation. If it weren't for his mother's presence in front of him, he would have pulled the rebellious girl over and beat her up.
He didn't expect that his daughter, who had always been somewhat arrogant, would cause such a big trouble.
"What big deal is this?" Mrs. Pingyang Hou said with a serious face.
"Yes, mother." Pingyang Hou lowered his head and replied, "Actually, it wasn't a big deal, but I didn't expect..."
I didn’t expect to be seen by someone else’s family, but that’s all. It wouldn’t be a big deal if it were someone else from such a family. Not to mention that there is already a distinction between superior and inferior, not to mention that they will all enter the palace in the future. How could he break up and sue Dali Temple just for this trivial matter? I'm afraid it would have spread all over the capital. He could imagine that at this moment, every household was talking about him, Marquis Pingyang! And then I don’t know how many gossips spread, how could he go out to meet people!
Mrs. Pingyang Hou also sighed when she heard this, with a hint of irritation on her face.
The old lady didn't take Gu Xiang into consideration at all when she was selected for the East Palace. Although she heard her granddaughter mention it a few times when she came to borrow Mrs. Zhong, in front of her granddaughter, whose appearance and family background were both the top choices, the two of them There is no comparison at all.
For this kind of people, there is no need to deliberately attract or be wary of, just ignore them completely.
But unexpectedly, Princess Baiyu's private actions turned the unrelated and harmless relationship between the two parties into a deadlock.
"Then Gu Xiang's brother Gu Hai was originally a stubborn person. He had trouble with Lord Zhu several times because of his stiff neck... That Gu Yu is said to be not a good person either..." Pingyang Hou said in a deep voice.
"So what? I just asked her a few words and she didn't say anything. Is she still reasonable?" Princess Baiyu raised her head from her grandmother's arms and shouted with tears in her eyes, "Let her sue! Go. Sue! I'm not afraid of her, but I want to see who is afraid of whom!"
"Shut up!" Pingyang Hou slapped the table and shouted.
"What are you taking pictures of?" the old lady said with a frown.
Pingyang Hou hurriedly lowered his head to apologize.
"Yanyan..." The old lady stroked Princess Baiyu's shoulder and said with a hint of endearment and a hint of seriousness, "I know that you have always felt that that woman's status is low, so you are angry in your heart, but you don't want to think about it either. Such a lowly woman can be selected into the East Palace, how can she be considered an ordinary person? "
Princess Baiyu was so angry that she obviously didn't do anything, but it turned out as if she had done something treacherous.
"It's obvious that that cheap maid has something to do with the thief. Instead of going to interrogate her, they in Dali Temple came to discuss my rights and wrongs instead?" Princess Baiyu raised her eyebrows, stood up suddenly, and said with tears in her eyes, "Okay Ah, let’s go to Dali Temple and have a discussion…”
"Sit down!" The old lady put her arms around her and comforted her in a soft voice, "I know, I know that our Yanyan will not cause trouble for no reason..."
"Grandma..." Princess Baiyu cried loudly in the old lady's arms.
"Mother, now is not the time to talk about this. Over there at Dali Temple..." Pingyang Hou frowned.
"There is no need to worry about Dali Temple. Our Pingyang Marquis Mansion is not going to mess around with a bunch of kids..." The old lady said in a deep voice, "Let him make trouble. It's better to be quiet than to move. Don't pay attention to him..."
"Mother is right, the child is impetuous..." Pingyang Hou calmed down and stood up.
The door of Pingyang Hou Mansion was tightly closed, and the side door opened and closed as before. It looked particularly peaceful when the outside world was in turmoil.
Another peaceful place was the palace. Four or five eunuchs walked into the emperor's palace each holding a stack of memorials in response to the cold wind in the evening.
The room was as warm as spring, and Emperor Longqing, who was wearing a bright yellow cotton robe, was receiving the hot tea from the prince.
"You can sit down too." The emperor's face was still weak, but he seemed to be in good spirits.
Prince Wenjun responded and sat down on the round stool beside him. The emperor stopped talking and looked at the memorials that the eunuchs put on the table.
"More and more memorials have been presented these days..." the emperor suddenly said with a smile. As he pushed the memorial away, the eunuch standing beside him hurriedly handed over a hot towel.
The prince stood up immediately.
"This son is indeed not as good as me..." The emperor took the hot towel and covered his face with a faint sigh.
These words may sound confusing, but the prince understands very well. When Zhu Chunming was still alive, he controlled the cabinet. All documents and memorials went through his hands first, and were screened before being sent to the emperor. He accumulated more than ten years of despotic power. , the emperor saw less and less memorials, of course, this does not mean that the emperor is really blind and deaf.
Now that Zhu Chunming is gone, although Zhu Dang still looks fierce, he is still different inside without his backbone. In addition, the recent arrest and purge has triggered a chaos among the court officials, and memorials are pouring in like a flood. The good, the bad, the mournful, the praising, the outspoken and the scolding were all mixed together, and the scene seemed no longer dominated by one person.
"You must be exhausted these days." The emperor looked at the prince and asked with a gentle smile.
"I just wish I couldn't share my father's worries." Prince Wenjun hurriedly lowered his head and replied.
The emperor smiled, "As for us, father and son, please don't use those false words..." He stretched out his hand to push the memorial in front of him, "I have been reading these things for decades, and they all have the same truth..."
His smile gradually turned a little cold, and paired with his face that was white due to long illness, he looked particularly enigmatic.
"There is only one master in this world, and only one person can control life and death and make the final decision...it is me now...and in the future..." the emperor looked at the prince, "it is you..."
"Remember your father's teachings." The prince bowed and replied.
"Let's talk about something new..." The emperor suddenly changed the subject and said with a smile, "This girl from the Pingyang family hit the iron plate this time..."
The prince smiled and said, "You are young, so you will inevitably be reckless. Father, there is no need to worry. The Queen Mother will teach you slowly."
The emperor chuckled, his eyes glancing faintly on his face, "After this scare, that girl will naturally have a better memory. If a person has a better memory, he will be more careful when walking in the future... Don't worry, I will leave my kingdom to you. I have to make good arrangements for you no matter what..."
"My son is incompetent, so my father has to worry about everything..." The prince lowered his head and replied, with a hint of sobs in his voice.
Prince Wenjun had not been loved by King Xiu since he was a child. He was afraid that he had never tasted what fatherly love was when he grew up. The emperor knew this very well.
"You did a great job..." the emperor said with some emotion. The atmosphere in the room was a little gloomy, so the emperor smiled, "Gu Hanzhi really surprised me... I also said he was unfeeling, but I didn't I thought that it was not my fault, so I just ignored it and caused this incident..."
He was saying reproachful words, but when his voice fell into the prince's ears, there was no reproach at all, but rather some appreciation.
"Those who deserve to be punished will be punished. My laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty do not tolerate jokes..." the prince replied in a low voice.
"Don't be in a hurry, come, let's take a look at the memorial written by this boy first. How he said that there is no need for hatred in external affairs and not to avoid relatives in internal affairs. It's okay if it's agreed, but it's not done well..." The emperor laughed. He murmured twice and did not say any more, but the meaning was self-evident. He stretched out his hand and said, "Get it."
The eunuch on the side immediately took out a book from a pile of memorials and handed it to him respectfully.
"This guy's handwriting is average, and it seems like he hasn't laid a good foundation..." The emperor reached out to take it, opened it, and said with a smile. But when his eyes scanned the lines of text, the smile on his face disappeared. Gradually it solidified, the relaxed and casual expression disappeared, and his face gradually became serious.
A trace of worry flashed in King Wenjun's eyes when he noticed the change in the emperor's expression.
At this time, after receiving the copy of the memorial from the minister of Dali Temple, Pingyang Hou slowly broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at the short memorial of less than 2,000 words in his hand. The words were not romantic, but they were. Every word is as sharp as a knife, with murderous intent coming towards my face... .
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Tomorrow will be a day off as usual over the weekend. I wish you all a Merry Christmas in advance.