Shang Xu is still dead.
Although Jiang Ye still couldn't bear it, it was difficult to hold back, but under Wei Lin's persuasion, he did understand that no matter who he jumped out and gave the evidence to, the matter would not turn around. He kept his mouth shut, and when the time was right, he would give the second prince a head-on blow.
In particular, it is really hard to convince people just by the tip, and he needs to find more evidence.
A person like the second prince who is fighting for the throne and can kill even his own brothers must not let him inherit the throne.
But Jiang did not show Cen Liguo the kit.
After returning to the palace, Cen Lixuan asked about the situation in Tianjing, and Jiang also told the truth, but he did not list the Yanluo Pavilion.
Wei Jiang and the two still did what they were supposed to do as before, and occasionally met in a no-man’s corner of the palace, and Wei Lin brought Jiang Ye some delicious food from time to time to deliver it to the Subjugation Terrace. As for whether it was his daily share or whether he secretly took it from the imperial kitchen, Jiang also didn't know.
Nothing happened in the palace, and the sun was still rising in the east and setting in the west, as if Shang Xu's death, and the quagmire-like conspiracy behind it were just their malicious speculations, not facts.
If he wanted to say what happened, Jiang also heard Xiao Liuzi say that on the night of Shang Xu's execution, Concubine Jin left the palace. Jiang also followed his mouth and asked, it seemed that Xue Changfeng was seriously ill, and Xue Jin couldn't stop thinking about it, and asked the emperor to visit the general's mansion.
The general's mansion was brightly lit, as if he had expected the concubine Jin to come.
However, Xue Changfeng was sitting on the balcony in the yard in good spirits, drinking to the moon. He heard the sound of "Concubine Jing is coming—", so Xue Changfeng unhurriedly went to the main gate to greet him. He was also accompanied by Fu Yang. .
Fu Yang was dressed simply, dressed in Tsing Yi, like what he would wear when he was practicing. Standing next to Xue Changfeng, he didn't look like the general's wife, but rather like the general's subordinate.
"My minister, Xue Changfeng, met with the concubine Jin." Xue Changfeng said.
It's not that Fu Yang has never met Xue Jin. Although she has an unruly temperament, she will still do a good job of etiquette: "Fu Yang, the daughter of the people, greets the concubine Jin."
Coming at any time at night, compared to Fu Yang's simplicity, Xue Jin was wearing a black cloak with patterns embroidered with gold and silver threads, which was very ornate.
Xue Jin didn't know that Fu Yang was in the general's mansion. At this time, she glanced at Fu Yang who was crouching down with contempt, and then quickly stepped forward to help Xue Changfeng and said, "Brother, please forgive me."
When Xue Changfeng got up from the ground, Xue Jin walked beside him and said with a smile, "I haven't seen my brother for a long time, is my brother okay?"
Fu Yang still knelt on the ground and didn't move until the two of them walked away before Fu Yang got up. A few strands of hair were scattered on her forehead, dangling on her face, making her itchy.
She just looked at the direction the two were going away, and put the broken hair behind her ears, she didn't take it too seriously, and went back to the room on her own.
Back on the balcony again, Xue Jin and Xue Changfeng sat facing each other. The palace servants only left a maidservant who Xue Jin waited on closely, and the others stayed far away.
Xue Changfeng wanted to pour wine for Xue Jin, but Xue Jin reached out and pressed his hand, saying, "There are no outsiders now, so why should my brother do this."
"You are the empress after all." Xue Changfeng took his hand and smiled softly at her. The maid next to her immediately understood and hurriedly poured wine for the two of them.
I don't know why tonight, the moon is bright, and although it is not as beautiful as the full moon, it is a rare sight. Xue Jin said: "Now that Shang Xu is dead, the overall situation has been decided."
"I can't say that right now." Xue Changfeng said, "If the emperor does not establish a reserve for one day, it may change."
"That brother means..."
"Niangniang should give her some thought to the emperor."
He fiddled with the wine glass, alluding to it.
As he was talking, Xue Changfeng suddenly coughed violently, and he didn't recover for a long time.
"Brother what happened?"
"Cough cough... It's okay, a little old injury."
"Fu Yang... Why is she in the General's Mansion?"
"Naturally, to accompany me."
"Brother doesn't hate her for leaving without saying goodbye?"
Xue Changfeng lowered his head thoughtfully: "I don't hate it anymore."
"My sister has no right to intervene in the affairs of my brother."
"Joke, how much I love your sister, don't you know?"
"It's right that my brother loves me." Xue Jin said and laughed.
Xue Changfeng looked at the bright moon, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He knew that this matter was not what Shang Xu did, so in order to make Shang Xu irrefutable, he set aside three days to come out and sent all those forged letters to the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion.
This is also thanks to Xue Jin. If it weren't for Xue Jin's help, even if Xue Changfeng covered the sky with only one hand, it would be impossible to control the emperor's thoughts.
The reason why the emperor "excessive excellent thinking", so that he lingered on the sick bed, was all due to Xue Jin's efforts.
Now that Shang Xu is dead, he won this game after all, and he won it completely.
"But does my brother know that Cen Lijiang is wooing the minister behind Cen Lishang before?"
"Slightly heard."
"Now that Cen Lishang is dead, and Cen Lijiang has become the eldest son, I'm afraid..." "Don't be afraid, if the emperor really has no intention of appointing his closest son as the heir, then he should not establish him at all."
"What do you mean, brother?"
"Since ancient times, princes have fought for many things, even the emperor
Back then, he also relied on his father to win. Xue Changfeng's tone was extremely indifferent, as if he was saying something irrelevant, "The worst plan is to repeat what happened in the past, then only the Xue family will win. "
"My sister understands." Xue Jin said, "Brother, don't worry, my sister will naturally handle things in the palace."
After the two drank each other, Xue Jin hesitated for a moment, and then asked again, "But the matter of Cen Lishang... is it really not what my brother did?"
Xue Changfeng shook his head: "I originally planned to go to the battlefield before I started, but this saved a lot of trouble."
"Who would that be?"
"Naturally, it won't be a negotiation," Xue Changfeng said. "He can't do this. If you think about it this way, it's only possible that someone has been jealous for many years and can't hold back."
As soon as Xue Changfeng finished speaking, Xue Jin suddenly realized and nodded: "According to my brother's inference, the next thing will be much easier."
"Naturally, when the time is right, I will let Qin'er lead his troops back, and the Xue family will never lose."
"Speaking of which, isn't Cen Liyun married to Qin'er? Will she speak for the queen?"
"Don't worry, Qin'er is full of wars, and the two of them haven't even met each other." Xue Changfeng said, "I see her staying in the mansion is also boring, let her live in the suburban palace."
"I'm going to be angry when I think about that little bitch from the queen's life marrying into our Xue family." Xue Jin said, putting down the wine glass in his hand, and a lot of wine spilled out.
"There will be opportunities in the future to make her life worse than death, so don't be angry."
Xue Jin nodded: "It's getting late, my sister is going back to the palace, and my brother takes care of himself."
"Don't worry about me, you can take care of yourself."
The two chatted for a while before Xue Jin left the General's Mansion.
But I didn't expect that not long after returning to the palace, there would be bad news from someone below.
"The slave is what I saw with my own eyes. The Queen Mother sent her cronies to check the emperor's usual ginseng soup tonic."
Xue Jin half-reclined on the couch, and asked with half-closed eyes, "What did you find out?"
"This slave...don't know."
As soon as these words came out, Xue Jinxing's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the minion who replied in the hall.
The servant was shocked by this look, and quickly added: "The servant feels that since the queen has verified, she must have found something. No matter whether there is evidence or not, it is better for the mother to make plans earlier."
"Go down."
"The slave retire."
"Wait a minute, where has the emperor been staying recently?"
"Reporting to Niangniang, the emperor has not gone anywhere recently, resting in the An Shang Palace."
"Go down."
…
In the middle of the night, Jiang also walked to the Anshang Hall alone.
Days passed, and it was autumn in the blink of an eye. In the daytime, it was still hot on a sunny day. When the wind picked up at night, the coolness crept into the front of the clothes unceremoniously. Jiang also hugged his chest and was shivering from the night wind, so he had to rub his arms up and down wretchedly.
Wei Lin sent someone to tell him to go to the Anshang Hall, and he said it temporarily at night. It was night in the palace, and there were very few palace people walking around. Looking at the palace walls everywhere, Jiang was also a little panicked.
Wei Lin, the commander of the Imperial Guard, stayed near the Anshang Palace most of the time, and other palaces arranged daily inspections, so that he would not go out in person. But for Jiang Ye's sake, there was one more place he personally inspected, and that was the Conditioning Station.
Jiang also walked for half an hour before arriving at the Anshang Hall. He was sweating a little while walking, but his exposed face and hands were cold and uncomfortable. There were much more lights near the Anshang Hall. Jiang Ye looked at the lights in the hall from afar. The emperor guessed that he was resting, so he boldly went to the main hall to wait for Wei Lin.
There was a long staircase in front of the main hall, Jiang also found a random floor to sit down, rubbed his palms, and looked around.
I don't know how long Wei Lin will take to inspect the door of the main hall, anyway, it's always right to sit here and wait for him.
After waiting for a long time, Jiang also became a little temperamental, and couldn't help complaining: "I was called out in the middle of the night and asked me to wait, really convinced."
Just after saying this, someone patted Jiang Ye on the shoulder from behind.
Jiang Ye said in his heart, Wei Lin is really cheap, he can't come out if he doesn't scold him. Then he turned around and scolded: "Damn your mother, if I come to you again, I will lose."
"You're here for... me?"
After Jiang also said this, he realized that the person who patted his shoulder was not Wei Lin - but the seventh master who had a relationship in Huishan Building.
He stood up in a panic: "Ah, no, no, I made a mistake, don't pay attention to me."
Seventh Master was wearing a dark red cloak, and Chong Jiang also smiled, "It's a coincidence, what are you doing here?" Jiang also saw that he didn't seem to be angry because of his rudeness, so he was relieved and sat down.
"I'm waiting for an unlucky child." Jiang also said.
The seventh master was amused by his words: "Could it be that you have already married and have children?"
"No, no, he's an unlucky child anyway." Jiang also waved his hand, not wanting to explain to the seventh master whether Wei Lin was an unlucky child, and instead asked: "The dew is heavy in the middle of the night, why is the seventh master not sleeping, still there? Outside, be careful of the cold."
"There is something in my heart, I can't sleep at night." Seventh Master sighed and said, "Eunuch Jiang... I hope you can have a few words with this lonely man."
"Seventh Master is joking, let's chat, of course it's good." Jiang Yezheng was tired of waiting here, and it was better to have someone talking with him.