Bian Ding followed Xia Chu all the way and naturally witnessed everything that happened to Su Qianle. When Xiao Mubai ordered Han Sa to send Xia Chu back to his home, he initially thought he was returning to the Hou Mansion.
As a result, Han Sa made many twists and turns along the way, and finally ended up in the direction of Prince Mo's Mansion.
Bian Ding originally wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Xia Chu. After all, since the case in Dali Temple was closed, Bingwen had arranged for him to go to Sinan's mansion.
When Xia Chu was exiled, he not only had to convince himself that the young master had given Bingwen the Marquis Mansion token early in the morning and must have already made plans, but he also had to appease Xian Li, who was about to make a move next to him, not to act impulsively.
Bian Ding was convinced that he would be safe and sound. Trustworthiness was one thing, but worry and concern were still inevitable.
Seeing Xia Chuping retreating from the others, he went directly back to the room without even lighting the lamp, presumably to rest.
Bian Ding sighed and found a tree where he could see the window and stood guard on it. He was leaning on a branch with his hands folded across his chest when he saw Xia Chu walking to the window and pushing himself away, staring at the faint glow in the distance. The light blue sky looked stunned.
In the dawning sky, his eyes were dark, like stars in the distant sky, and as blurry as ripples of light.
Bian Ding looked at him for a long time, and finally jumped down from the tree.
"The young master has been back for a while. He followed His Highness Prince Mo to Si Nan's mansion to rob Su Qianle. Now he has brought him back to Prince Mo's mansion and asked his subordinates to come back and report to you." Bian Ding said to the Marquis about Xia. The whole itinerary for tonight.
He jumped down from behind the tree and landed in front of Xia Chu who was reminiscing about his past.
Xia Chu was recalling Bian Ding's first appearance to save him in Xieling in his previous life, and then he saw Bian Ding landing in front of him.
For a moment, I was still in a daze.
Xia Chu couldn't help but reach out to him, looking at Bian Ding with a look full of guilt.
Bian Ding was startled by his actions and eyes. He stepped back and tilted his head with a somewhat arrogant expression. He crossed his arms and said, "Did you suffer a lot when you were in exile? Do you regret it?" You’re not taking me with you?”
Only then did Xia Chu realize that his hand had been raised at some point. He calmed down and scolded with feigned anger: "You are itchy. This is the rule in the Marquis Mansion. The secret guard will not be summoned by the master. You are not allowed to show up without danger."
"Master, what I just said is that I miss you too much. Why can't you hear it?" Bian Ding took two steps forward with a shy look on his face, smiling warmly and pretending. He bowed.
In the past, I had more responsibilities. Since I left Beijing with Xia Chu, I have become accustomed to the rules of the Marquis Mansion.
Now tell him the rules of the Hou Mansion. He can still memorize them, but if he abides by them...
"Don't do this to me, young master." Xia Chu suppressed a smile and said with a straight face, "It's not convenient for me to go back home right now, so you can go."
Bian Ding straightened up, flattened his mouth, and looked aggrieved: "I just came down, and you drove me away."
Xia Chu's cold face couldn't hold back any longer, and he laughed out loud: "I just want you to go back home and deliver a message..."
Bian Ding's face was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had done it on purpose, but he still responded with a happy smile: "Okay, if you have anything to say, young master, just give me your instructions..."
Xia Chu watched Bian Ding's figure fly away in the sky under the moon, passing through the wind and snow, and disappeared between Sumeru.
His hand on the window coffin slowly clenched into a fist and gradually tightened.
In this life, he was careful and careful, but he never thought that the beautiful and unfortunate Su Qianle in his previous life would become his only flaw.
If Xiao Mubai hadn't returned to Beijing early and arranged many things for him outside, he would have almost made the same mistake again.
If two people were killed by the same person in different ways, then this life would be in vain...
Morning morning on December 23rd.
The ministers who had been flexing their muscles to support Xiao Yanjun's camp in the past few days all fell silent today and stood in their positions with slumped eyes and drooped eyes.
However, those ministers who had been suppressed and unable to lift their heads after the three-chamber trial were finally able to feel proud today. They raised their heads and chests high and proud, and stood up straight.
Xiao Zimu was finally released by Concubine Lian and stood in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
"Fourth brother, what's wrong? He looks quite embarrassed, and his complexion is not very good. If you feel unwell, you should call the imperial doctor as soon as possible." Xiao Zimu's face was gentle and his tone was concerned.
But these words stung Xiao Yanjun's ears. He got up early this morning and went to the palace to attend court, but he didn't expect a group of common people to come out halfway and block him on the only way around the corner.
When they saw the carriage of Prince Yu's Mansion, they swarmed up.
Xiao Yanjun received so much praise a few days ago, now he is so slandered.
In anger, he drew his sword and pointed at it. It happened that Yu Weilin, the commander in charge, came here on patrol and stopped him at the right time and dispersed the people.
Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be blood splattered on the way to this morning.
Yu Weilin escorted Xiao Yanjun into the palace, and naturally told his father Yu Yecheng about the matter.
Yu Yecheng took it for granted and reported it to the emperor.
Therefore, after hearing Xiao Zimu's concern and inquiry, the emperor snorted coldly: "Your fourth brother is so successful now that he almost went on a killing spree outside the palace gate. The point where the sword tip pointed was actually Chang'an." common people.”
Xiao Yanjun originally wanted to retaliate and let Xiao Zimu pretend to be compassionate.
After hearing the emperor's words, he immediately knelt down to apologize.
He didn't expect the news to spread so quickly. The emperor had already received wind of what had just happened.
"Father, I was just being chased and intercepted by them, but there was nothing I could do about it. Those unscrupulous people uttered obscene words, and I just drew my sword to scare them." Xiao Yanjun spoke sincerely, with sincere eyes.
The emperor caressed the thick pile of memorials on the case from top to bottom. Suddenly he stretched out his hand and pushed. The pile of memorials all fell down and scattered all over the floor. Some memorials were even scattered, revealing The content inside fell right in front of Xiao Yanjun.
He had his head lowered, and happened to take a sneak peek. It turned out to be the memorial for the crown prince who had been discussed in the past few days and recommended him.
There was silence in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. The emperor picked up the book that was still on the table, opened it and read: "His Royal Highness, King Yu, is gentle and humble. He is both civil and military. He loves the people like a son and is knowledgeable about the past and the present. He is worthy of being appointed to a great job. He is truly the perfect choice for the crown prince."
Cheng Zhaobing, the Secretary of the Ministry of War, had veins pulsing on his forehead. He was not good at writing, so he specially asked a guest minister in the government to write this memorial, and he thought about it repeatedly before finalizing it.
Therefore, he was particularly impressed.
There were so many memorials, but his was the one left on the desk, and it was chosen by the emperor to read out. What a bad luck...
(End of chapter)