The night fell, and the house of the banker gradually lit up with candles.
The people took down the lanterns under the corridor one by one, lit them up, and then hung them high.
Master Zhuang sat in the study and looked through the papers presented by Xu Cifu and others.
There has been a lot of movement in the DPRK recently. Xing Shangshu and Empress Dowager Zhuang were rehabilitated, and they each regained their identities and power. However, Mrs. Zhuang’s behavior of standing by when the Empress Dowager was framed by others had different opinions. Some ministers thought that he was ungrateful and did not care about his brother and sister’s kinship. Some ministers also suggested that he was an insider and was just acting with Empress Dowager Zhuang and others.
There are many opinions, and Wenchen's mouth is just doing this thing. If they are free, they should find something else to be unhappy.
What Mrs. Zhuang really cares about is not this little quarrel in the courtroom, but—
His eyes fell on a landscape painting on the opposite wall.
"Master!" The banker's steward reported happily at the door, "The king is back!"
…
Outside the dignified and solemn gate of the Zhuang Mansion, the Prince of Anjun knelt under the steps in plain clothes.
During the days when he left the house, Mrs. Zhuang had never heard of him, but no news meant that he was still alive. If he died, the capital would have been turned upside down.
Mrs. Zhuang didn't go to find him deliberately, he cut off all his escape routes and expected that he wouldn't last long, and one day he would take the initiative to return home to beg him.
Sure enough not
Mrs. Zhuang came to the gate of Zhuang Mansion wearing a brown-gray cloak.
The servants were all dismissed by the stewards. No matter how Taifu Zhuang sanctioned the Anjun King, the Anjun King was his grandson. He could see the downfall of the Anjun King, but the servants could not.
"Let's take a look at the warehouse." After the grandfather and grandson met, the steward also found an excuse to retire.
But Mrs. Zhuang said, "No, you just stay here."
The manager was embarrassed: "Ah, yes."
This is too embarrassing for him. I saw the joke of the little master today. In the future, the little master will wear small shoes for him
Master Zhuang ignored the management, he walked slowly to the steps and looked down at the figure kneeling on the ground alone.
After so many days, I should know that the days outside are not easy.
"Head up."
Prince An slowly raised his head and looked at his grandfather with a melancholy expression.
Mrs. Zhuang wanted to say look at yourself, how thin you are, but if you look closely, this sentence will be stuck in your throat.
Is it an illusion
How do you feel that this kid is still growing
Prince An used to be a handsome and handsome man, but his cheeks were slightly sunken and slightly thin.
Now the cheeks are gone!
The face is round, and the face is blessed!
Of course, it has nothing to do with being fat, that is... just grown up, more like the sunshine and handsomeness that should be at this age.
But that's weird isn't it
He was thin at home, and he made himself fat even when he went out
The main reason is that the Prince of Anjun was squeezed by Gu Yan to work every day. He did a lot of physical work, and his appetite increased greatly, and the people who came and went grew stronger.
He used to be full in one bowl at the house, but now he is a super cook who can fit two bowls and can hold three bowls!
Mrs. Zhuang's mood suddenly became a little irritable.
"Grandfather." Anjun Wang took the initiative to speak, "Grandson is back."
This sentence finally broke the short silence, and also pulled Taifu Zhuang back from the situation where he didn't know how to react. Taifu Zhuang said coldly: "You still know how to come back? I warned you earlier, if you dare to walk out of that door, Just don't want to come back so easily!"
Prince An lowered his head: "My grandson knows he is wrong, please forgive me."
Mrs. Zhuang snorted coldly: "Forgiveness? You said it lightly. In the future, everyone will be like you. If you are happy, you will stay at home, and if you are unhappy, you will run away from home. Then what happened to my Zhuang family!"
Anjun Wang no longer sophistry, bowing his head with a look of remorse.
The steward hurriedly advised: "Master, the king of the county is also obsessed for a while. Since he knows he is wrong, you should forgive him for his filial piety in the past. The king of the county will definitely not dare to do it again in the future! Yes! No, prince?"
As he spoke, he looked at King An who was kneeling and bowing his head in repentance.
The Prince of Anjun nodded sullenly: "The steward is right, the grandson has suffered a lot outside, and he will never dare to disobey his grandfather in the future."
This is a bit unconvincing. After all, it is so good to endure hardships, so you can't go to heaven if you don't endure hardships
But Mrs. Zhuang couldn't think of any reason why An Jun Wang would not endure hardship. After all, all the relationships that An Jun Wang could seek refuge with were all greeted by him in advance, and no one dared to take him in.
The big inn restaurant will not let him stay.
At most, he has been living in some low-class inn with some silver pieces on his body.
"Come in and kneel!" Mrs. Zhuang said coldly.
"Yes."
The Prince of An County responded, and the steward hurriedly walked down the steps to help the Prince of An County get up.
The frail body of his own county king...
Before the thought flashed, Anjun Wang stood up by himself, as much as he wanted.
Manager: "… "
The Prince of Anjun followed Mrs. Zhuang to his yard.
Master Zhuang asked Anjun Wang to kneel at the door of the study.
Prince An said in a low voice, "Let me kneel inside, shame on me."
Master Zhuang hehe said, "You still know how to be embarrassed?"
Prince An said very thoughtfully: "It's okay for me to be embarrassed, but it's not good for my grandfather to lose face."
"Humph!"
Mrs. Zhuang coldly brushed his sleeves, but he didn't drive anyone out.
King Anjun knelt in the center of his study.
Since Mrs. Zhuang wanted to give him a little slap in the face, he naturally wouldn't show too much concern for him, such as asking him how his life was, where he was, whether he had enough to eat, and whether he was dressed warmly.
If he asked, he might be able to detect some sporadic flaws and clues.
The Prince of Anjun looked at Master Zhuang from time to time, and Master Zhuang knew it, but he didn't think much about it, he just thought the child was looking at his face.
He said coldly, "Don't expect me to forgive you so quickly."
"How long will it take to kneel?" King Anjun asked aggrievedly.
As soon as this remark came out, Mrs. Zhuang was enraged. Is this a mistake? Think about it before you kneel down
Master Zhuang said angrily, "Kneel until you have a long memory!"
Originally planning to let Anjun Wang go back to the yard, Mrs. Zhuang changed his mind, so he should kneel and wear the floor!
"master."
The steward is here again.
This time, his expression was somewhat concealed.
Mrs. Zhuang understood and glanced coldly at Anjun Wang on the ground: "Kneel down for me!"
"Yes." King Anjun responded with grievances.
Master Zhuang left the study.
Prince An hurriedly got up and put his ear against the gap in the door.
The steward whispered: "Master, Jiang Ping is back. He said he has something to report to you. Do you want to bring him here?"
Mrs. Zhuang looked back at the study where the door was hidden, and said indifferently: "Forget it, you let him wait in my tea room."
The manager said, "Yes."
When Mrs. Zhuang returned to the study, Prince An had already kneeled respectfully. Mrs. Zhuang glanced at the landscape map on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and said to Prince An, "Go back first!"
"Thank you grandfather." Prince An bowed his hands and bowed, then stood up with the table.
After he left the courtyard, Mrs. Zhuang went to the tea room on the other side of the corridor.
And Anjun Wang walked around for a while and came back.
"My jade pendant fell inside."
He said to the boy guarding the yard.
Prince An was originally a very special existence in Zhuang's house. He was able to enter and leave Taifu Zhuang's courtyard freely. In addition, he was brought back by Zhuang Taifu personally, which means that the contradiction between the grandparents and grandson was resolved, and the servant did not dare to stop him. him, put him in.
Prince An hurriedly went to Mrs. Zhuang's study without looking anywhere, and went straight to the landscape painting hanging on the wall opposite the desk.
He noticed just now that his grandfather had read it three times in the process of reviewing the memorial, one time when he went out to talk to the steward, and one more time when he asked him to return to the courtyard.
Based on what he knew about his grandfather, there must be a mystery behind this painting!
He took the painting off, but to his disappointment, there was an ordinary wall behind the painting.
No dark grids and no cracks.
Prince An was puzzled: "What's going on? Could it be that I'm overthinking? Grandfather just likes this painting? Is this painting priceless?"
It seems that it is indeed an antique painting, which is quite valuable.
The Prince of Anjun frowned: "No, there must be something wrong. How can someone with such a high vision from his grandfather be so nervous about an antique painting?"
blah blah blah!
Prince An's hand slipped, the scroll fell to the ground, and the top of the scroll was loose.
He hurriedly squatted down, picked up the scroll, and pulled out the top of the scroll that seemed to be a whole but was actually spliced together.
The shaft is hollow!
There is something in it!
Prince An turned the scroll down, and a rolled bright yellow imperial decree fell out.
Prince An opened it up and found that it turned out to be a blank edict from the late emperor, covered with a jade seal and the big seal of the late emperor.
If anything is written on it, it will be the legacy of the late emperor!
Abolishing His Majesty's throne, King Li Ning or any prince or prince is not difficult!
Is this what Jiang Ping brought back from the Yan people
Was it the trump card that Princess Jing left to Qin Fengyan
Since Princess Jing has such a powerful thing, why didn't she take it out earlier to save her life
It was too late to deal with these doubts, King An only knew that such a terrible thing must not fall into the hands of his grandfather!
He put on the imperial edict and hung the painting back intact.
He came to the door.
After thinking for a while, he clenched his teeth again.
…
The moon is dark and the wind is high.
Prince An hurriedly walked out with the imperial edict in his arms.
"The king."
Along the way, many servants and maids greeted him.
He didn't pay any attention and walked straight towards the door of the banker's house.
"Prince King, it's so late, do you want to go out?" the doorman asked.
Prince An's eyes flashed, and he said in his usual tone, "I have something to go out for."
"Do you want to send someone to follow you?" the boy asked.
"No." Prince An refused.
The little servant couldn't say anything else, so he turned sideways to let him out.
King Anjun stepped over the high threshold, one foot had just stepped out and had not yet landed when the majestic and cold voice of Mrs. Zhuang sounded behind him: "Stop!"
(End of this chapter)