The death of Princess Yirou represents the complete end of a generation of powerful Prime Minister Du Hanfei.
Xiao Mubai accompanied Xiao Zimu to guard the entrance of Ci'an Palace. The emperor never summoned them, but he did not send a message to Eunuch Li to scold them again.
How the dinner was brought in was how it was brought out. The emperor had not eaten a grain of rice. Naturally, Xiao Mubai and Xiao Zimu could not eat at the entrance of Ci'an Palace with a shameful face.
After nightfall, Xiang Chengfang came over. When he came, he brought a food box and saluted the two of them.
Xiao Zimu thought he was here to deliver food, so he waved his hand: "Xiang Zhangyuan is interested, so let's take it back."
"Your Majesty, Seventh Highness, I'm afraid I won't be able to take it back." Xiang Chengfang laughed and opened the food box.
Xiao Zimu looked curiously and saw that what was inside was not food, but two bowls of soup.
Xiang Chengfang took it out and handed it to Xiao Mubai. The moment he opened the food box, Xiao Mubai smelled the familiar smell of medicine and took it. Sure enough, it was a decoction melted with some heart blood.
When Princess Yirou passed away suddenly, Xiao Mubai indeed forgot about drinking the medicine. He took the medicine and drank it in one gulp. While drinking, he thought about what he was thinking when Xia Chu asked Xiang Chengfang to deliver the medicine. How could I scold myself for making such an important mistake
Xiao Mubai was right about this. After the Marquis returned home, Xia Chu learned that Princess Yirou had passed away, so he was going to inform Bingwen.
The Marquis looked at him sideways and said, "You and His Highness King Mo have the same mind."
Xia Chu paused for a moment, turned around and asked, "Has Mu Bai notified you?"
The Marquis nodded: "We received the news when we were leaving the palace. His Highness King Mo had already ordered Han Hong to leave the palace and inform Bingwen."
"I'd better go over for such a big event." Xia Chu frowned and thought for a while, then said hello to the Marquis and left the Marquis' mansion.
When he went to Mingxiang Garden, he wasted no time. He asked Shi Zhongfei and found out that Bingwen had been busy building the ancestral hall these days. Qiao Fengyue ran over.
The house that Bingwen used was the house that he refused the emperor's offer of an official position. The house that was then given by the emperor was quite suitable for use as an ancestral hall, although it was a little small.
When Xia Chu arrived, Jiao Shi was the only one in the house.
When Jiao Shi saw him coming, he went up to him and bowed, and said to him with a worried face: "After the young master saw the guards of Prince Mo's Mansion, he sent all the construction workers back and locked himself in the house. "
Xia Chu patted his shoulder: "It's okay, I'll go in and take a look."
Jiao Shi nodded and retreated outside the courtyard to guard him. Xia Chu walked to the door and knocked on the door: "It's me who leads you."
There were footsteps in the house, and after a while, the door was opened from the inside. Bingwen lowered his head. Xia Chu couldn't see his expression, so he stepped in first and closed the door with his backhand.
Xia Chu saw him with his head lowered, his hands folded across his chest and his shoulders shaking slightly. He couldn't help but frown and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"No..." Bingwen whimpered and said one word.
Xia Chu choked up when he heard his voice, and put a hand on his shoulder. Bingwen raised his head, with a happy look on his face.
Xia Chu breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand on his shoulder pushed him, feigning anger: "I thought something was wrong with you, but Jiao Shi outside was so anxious, I bet you are secretly enjoying this. .”
Bingwen coughed lightly, led him to find a clean place inside, and wiped him with his sleeve robe: "That can't be a secret. After all, she is the emperor's biological sister, Princess Yirou. I can't be upright. Bright, please be happy to realize the truth."
Xia Chu sat down and handed the Lanqiao Fengyue in front of him.
Bingwen's lips curved into a smile: "You still understand me."
Xia Chu looked around and saw that the house had begun to take shape: "I didn't expect you to choose this house in the end."
Bingwen sat on the floor, his right hand resting on his bent right leg, and his left hand holding the bottom of the jar as he took a sip. He said with an unruly look: "At least it is a house given by the emperor himself, so there will be less trouble."
Xia Chu took a sip with him: "It's just a little small. If you plan to resettle those refugees in the future, I'm afraid it won't be convenient."
Bingwen's drinking hand paused, and he looked at the Lanqiao Fengyue in his hand and smiled helplessly. She really couldn't hide anything from him, so she simply told him her plan: "It doesn't matter, I'll tell you when the time comes. Mingxiang Garden is just like Mingxiang Garden, it’s enough to buy the left and right and connect it.”
Xia Chu laughed when he heard his heroic tone: "You are really rich, Mr. Ren..."
Bingwen raised his chin and looked arrogant: "Young Master, you don't know how rich you are now."
Xia Chu looked stunned. He pretended that he hadn't calculated it yet. Putting aside the initial information about the sale, Bingwen had already established an independent intelligence network and could conduct the screening by himself. In addition, he also owned the Anfeng Escort Agency. 20% of the profit, a rough estimate, is really a frightening figure.
The two looked at each other, smiled, and touched the wine jar again.
Xia Chu chatted with him all afternoon, and it wasn't until he was leaving that he asked him: "Do you want to visit Du Hanfei in prison?"
Bingwen put away his playful look and curled his lips with a touch of sarcasm: "I won't go. My father has been a decent man all his life, and he doesn't want me to do something like this to add insult to injury."
Xia Chu nodded, turned around and opened the door.
Bingwen looked at his back and called: "Xia Chu, the day of execution..."
"I'll go with you." Xia Chu interrupted him, looking back and smiling at him. The afterglow of the setting sun dimmed a layer of golden orange light behind him, softly and warmly, surrounding Bingwen. My heart, which I have endured for ten years, is full and warm.
"good."
After Xia Chu returned home, he went to Su Yuan. In the morning, he sent Su Qianle to Xianli's place to practice dancing. He didn't know if he was still used to it.
Su Qianle was quite surprised to see him coming, and Xia Chu asked her with a smile if she was still used to it.
Su Qianle frowned and pursed her lips, wringing the handkerchief in her hand and murmuring for a long time before saying: "Master Xianli taught me carefully and patiently, but when she left, she told me that the classes will be suspended recently and will be reopened when they resume. Inform me. Could it be that my talent is dull and she didn't want to teach me so she found an excuse?"
Xia Chu saw that she hesitated for a long time and it turned out to be for this reason. She thought that Xianli had also received the news that Yirou had passed away. The palace would definitely order the people to stop Le Ling, and it was normal for her to suspend classes.
Xia Chu thought about it for a while and didn't hide it from her. He told her that Princess Yi Rou in the palace passed away today, so Xian Li stopped classes because he was afraid that he would have to do it.
Su Qianle smiled happily after she was convinced that it had nothing to do with her. Just as the Marquis sent Mo Xiang to call Xia Chu for dinner, Xia Chu took Su Qianle to the front hall with him.
(End of chapter)